Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1636 [licensed for stage, Mar 12] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
We detest that worse than the former, 'tis Papistical, and was with that religion banished our reformed Commonwealth: but to our business, pretty soul, I shall give thee touch mon and get a burger of thee. Gentle sir, there ought to be in manhood a divine Pity, believe me as I tender truth, I cannot set the smallest of my thoughts On your ill welcome love, therefore I beseech you Not to proceed in my unfortunate match Which will be fatal to us both, for goodness Have so much mercy on me. An excellent touch that, as if there could be mercy in a Dutch-man, and to a woman? if there had been any, the Nuns at Tilmont had not been used so horribly last summer: why should you say you cannot love me 'tis a false touch I me certain of it, I shall know anon, till when receive your lips in pledge that no such words shall issue forth of them, adieu Lady, anon we must to the old touch of Matrimony. The hand of death Shall give me first a bride to some dark grave, Where I will mix with worms before the Priest Knit so unjust an union, the kind grass Will sure be green still on my Sepulchre, and spotless Virgins annually dance a fairy ring about it. Now if you do not catch a Roach in her troubled waters, I shall conclude you a gudgeon: speak to her; a woman has ever a hole open to receive a man's tale, believe it you shall have my assistance, and if I do not second you confidently, may my tongue be cramped, my wit breeched; and the machina of my invention ruined perpetually. Fairest creature. Had you said wretched'st, Mistress you had given me My proper attribute. Can there be on earth, A savageness so great as will conspire To afflict so rich a goodness? yet by your eyes Adorned by those clear pearls which do transform Even sorrow to a loveliness beyond Indifferent beauty, I conceive some fiend Rested in humane shape (for man would never Have dared so vile a sacrilege) in hope By your pure tears, t'extinguish his own flames Caused this distemper in you. Pish you are long to speed, be Short and quick, that pleases Ladies. I had a younger brother, though not fully blessed In your sweet knowledge, yet once his tongue Was his hearts bold ambassador, and delivered A true narration of his zealous love, Which is in him so permanent, that when his ears receive a notice that your faith Is plighted to another, 'twill be juice Of baleful hemlock to his brain, convert it Either to sudden madness or asleep, cold and everlasting. I remember once a nephew of Sir Martin's did solicit That which he termed my love, but I conceived His meaning rather was to cause discourse, Then that his strict intention had resolved His promises performance.
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We detest that worse then the former, tis Papisticall, and was with that religion banish'd our reform'd Common-wealth: but to our businesse, pretty soule, I shall give thee touch mon and get a burger of thee. Gentle sir, there ought to be in manhood a divine Pitty, believe me as I tender truth, I cannot set the smallest of my thoughts On your ill welcome love, therefore I beseech you Not to proceed in my unfortunate match Which will be fatall to us both, for goodnesse Have so much mercy on me. An excellent touch that, as if there could be mercy in a Dutch-man, and to a woman? if there had beene any, the Nuns at Tilmont had not beene us'd so horribly last summer: why should you say you cannot love metis a false touch I me certaine of it, I shall know anone, till when receive your lips in pledge that no such words shall issue forth of them, adiew Lady, anone we must to the old touch of Matrimony. The hand of death Shall give me first a bride to some darke grave, Where I will mixe with wormes before the Priest Knit so unjust an union, the kinde grasse Will sure be greene still on my Sepulchre, and spotlesse Virgins annually dance a fairy ring about it. Now if you doe not catch a Roach in her troubled waters, I shall conclude you a gudgion: speake to her; a woman has ever a hole open to receive a mans tale, believe it you shall have my assistance, and if I doe not second you confidently, may my tongue be cramped, my wit breech'd; and the machina of my invention ruind perpetually. Fairest creature. Had you said wretched'st, Mistris you had given me My proper attribute. Can there be on earth, A savagenesse so great as will conspire To afflict so rich a goodnesse? yet by your eyes Adorn'd by those cleare pearles which doe transforme Even sorrow to a lovelinesse beyond Indifferent beauty, I conceive some fiend Rested in humane shape (for man would never Have dar'd so vile a sacrilege) in hope By your pure teares, t'extinguish his owne flames Caus'd this distemper in you. Pish you are long to speed, be Short and quick, that pleases Ladies. I had a younger brother, though not fully blest In your sweet knowledge, yet once his tounge Was his hearts bold embassador, and deliver'd A true narration of his zealous love, Which is in him so permanent, that when his eares receive a notice that your faith Is plighted to another, twill be uice Of balefull hemloke to his braine, convert it Either to suddaine madnesse or a sleep, cold and erelasting. I remember once a nephew of Sir Martines did sollicit That which he term'd my love, but I conceiv'd His meaning rather was to cause discourse, Then that his strict intention had resolved His promises performance.