Fletcher, John · published 1640 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Oct 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
I shall love you dearly, And 'tis a sin to fling away affection, I have no Mistress, no desire to honour Any but your will not this oyster open? I know not, you have struck me with your modesty, She will draw sure; so deep, and taken from me? All the desire I might bestow on others; Quickly before they come. Indeed I dare not. But since I see you are so desirous Sir To view a poor face that can merit nothing But your repentance. It must needs be excellent. And with what honesty you ask it of me. When I am gone let your man follow me, And view what house I enter, thither come, For there I dare be bold to appear open. And as I like your virtuous carriage then, I shall be able to give welcome to you, She hath done her business, I must take my leave sir. I'll kiss your fair white hand, and thank ye Lady, My man shall wait, and I shall be your servant, Sirrah, come near, hark. I shall do it faithfully. You will command me no more services? To be careful of your noble health, dear Sir, That I may ever honour you. I thank you, And kiss your hands, wait on the Ladies down there. You had the honour to see the face that came to you. And 'twas a fair one, what was yours, don Michael? Mine was i'th' 'clipse, and had a cloud drawn over it But I believe well, and I hope 'tis handsome, She had a hand would stir a holy Hermit. You know none of 'em? No. Then I do Captain, But i'll say nothing till I see the proof on't, Sit close Don Perez, or your worship's caught, I fear a fly. Were those she brought love letters? A packet to a kinsman now in Flanders; Yours was very modest methought. Some young unmanaged thing; But I may live to see— 'tis worth experience, Let's walk abroad and view our companies. What are you for the wars Alonzo? It may be I, It may be no, e'en as the humour takes me, If I find peace amongst the female creatures, And easy entertainment, i'll stay at home, I am not so far obliged yet to long marches, And mouldy biscuits to run mad for honour, When you are all gone I have my choice before me. Of which hospital thou wilt sweat in; wilt thou Never leave whoring? There is less danger in't then gunning Sanchio, Though we be shot sometimes the shot's not mortal, Besides it breaks no limbs. But it disables 'em, dost thou see how thou pullest thy legs after thee, as they Hung by points. Better to pull 'em thus then walk on wooden ones, Serve bravely for a billet to support me. Fie, fie, 'tis base.
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I shall love you dearely, And tis a sinne to fling away affection, I have no Mistresse, no desire to honour Any but you will not this oyster open? I know not, you have struck me with your modesty, She will draw sure; so deep, and taken from me? All the desire I might bestow on others; Quickly before they come. Indeed I dare not. But since I see you are so desirous Sir To view a poore face that can merit nothing But your repentance. It must needs be excellent. And with what honesty you aske it of me. When I am gone let your man follow me, And view what house I enter, thither come, For there I dare be bold to appeare open. And as I like your vertuous carriage then, I shall be able to give welcome to you, Shee hath done her businesse, I must take my leave sir. Ile kisse your faire white hand, and thank ye Lady, My man shall wait, and I shall be your servant, Sirrah, come neare, hark. I shall doe it faithfully. You will command me no more services? To be carefull of your noble health, deare Sir, That I may ever honour you. I thank you, And kisse your hands, wait on the Ladies down there. You had the honour to see the face that came to you. And twas a faire one, what was yours, don Michael? Mine was i'th 'clipse, and had a clowd drawn over it But I believe well, and I hope tis handsome, Shee had a hand would stirre a holy Hermite. You know none of um? No. Then I doe Captaine, But ile say nothing till I see the proofe on't, Sit close Don Perez, or your worship's caught, I feare a fly. Were those she brought love letters? A packet to a kinsman now in Flanders; Yours was very modest me thought. Some young unmanag'd thing; But I may live to see— Tis worth experience, Let's walk abroad and view our companies. What are you for the wars Alonzo? It may be I, It may be no, e'ne as the humour takes me, If I finde peace amongst the female creatures, And easie entertainment, ile stay at home, I am not so far obliged yet to long marches, And mouldy biskets to run mad for honour, When you are all gone I have my choice before me. Of which hospitall thou wilt sweat in; wilt thou Never leave whoring? There is lesse danger in't then gunning Sanchio, Though we be shot sometimes the shot's not mortall, Besides it breaks no limbs. But it disables um, D'ost thou see how thou pul'st thy legs after thee, as they Hung by points. Better to pull um thus then walke on wooden ones, Serve bravely for a billet to support me. Fy, fy, tis base.