Fletcher, John · published 1640 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Oct 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Dost thou count it base to suffer? Suffer abundantly, 'tis the crown of honour; You think it nothing to lie twenty days Under a surgeon's hands that has no mercy. As thou hast done I am sure but I perceive now Why you desire to stay, the orient heiress, The Margaretta sir. I would I had her. They say she will marry. Yes, I think she will. And marry suddenly as report goes too, She fears her youth will not hold out Alonzo. I would I had the sheathing on't. They say too She has a greedy eye that must be fed With more than one man's meat. Would she were mine, I would cater for her well enough: but Sanchio, There be too many great men that adore her, Princes, and PRINCE's fellows that claim privilege. Yet those stand off i'th' way of marriage, To be tied to a man's pleasure is a second labour. She has bought a brave house here in town. I have heard so. If she convert it now to pious uses, And bid poor Gentlemen welcome. When comes she to it? Within these two days, she is in the country yet, And keeps the noblest house. Then there's some hope of her, Wilt thou go my way? No, no, I must leave you And repair to an old Gentlewoman That has credit with her, that can speak a good word. Send thee good fortune, but make thy body sound first. I am a soldier, And too sound a body becomes me not, Farewell Sanchio. 'tis this, or that house, or I have lost mine aim, They are both fair buildings, she walked plaguy fast, And hereabouts I lost her, stay, that's she, 'tis very she,— she makes me a low curtsy, Let me note the place, the street I well remember. She is in again, certain some noble Lady, How happy should I be if she love my Master: A wondrous goodly house, here are brave lodgings, And I shall sleep now like an Emperor, And eat abundantly I thank my fortune, I'll back with speed and bring him happy tidings. What should it mean, that in such haste We are sent for? Belike the Lady Margaret has some business She would break to us in private. It should seem so. 'tis a good Lady, and a wise young Lady. And virtuous enough too I warrant ye For a young woman of her years: 'tis pity To load her tender age with too much virtue. 'tis more sometimes than we can well away with. Good morrow Ladies. Morrow my good Madam. How does the sweet young beauty, Lady Margaret? Has she slept well after her walk last night? Are her dreams gentle to her mind? All's well, she's very well, she sent for you thus suddenly To give her counsel in a business That much concerns her. she does well and wisely, To ask the counsel of the ancientest madam, Our years have run through many things she knows not.
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Do'st thou count it base to suffer? Suffer abundantly, tis the crowne of honour; You think it nothing to lie twenty daies Vnder a surgeons hands that has no mercy. As thou hast done I am sure but I perceive now Why you desire to stay, the orient heiresse, The Margaretta sir. I would I had hir. They say she will marry. Yes, I think she will. And marry suddenly as report goes too, She feares hir youth will not hold out Alonzo. I would I had the sheathing on't. They say too Shee has a greedy eye that must be fed With more then one mans meat. Would she were mine, I would cater for her well enough: but Sanchio, There be too many great men that adore her, Princes, and Princes fellowes that claime priviledge. Yet those stand off ith' way of marriage, To be tied to a mans pleasure is a second labour. Shee has bought a brave house here in towne. have heard so. If shee convert it now to pious uses, And bid poore Gentlemen welcome. When comes shee to it? Within these two daies, she is in the countrey yet, And keeps the noblest house. Then there's some hope of her, Wilt thou goe my way? No, no, I must leave you And repaire to an old Gentlewoman That has credit with her, that can speak a good word. Send thee good fortune, but make thy body sound first. I am a souldier, And too sound a body becomes me not, Farewell Sanchio. Tis this or that house, or I have lost mine ayme, They are both faire buildings, she walked plaguy fast, And hereabouts I lost her, stay, that's she, Tis very she,—she makes me a low curt'sie, Let me note the place, the street I well remember. She is in againe, certaine some noble Lady, How happy should I be if she love my Master: A wondrous goodly house, here are brave lodgings, And I shall sleep now like an Emperour, And eat abundantly I thank my fortune, Ile back with speed and bring him happy tidings. What should it mean, that in such hast We are sent for? Belike the Lady Margaret has some businesse Shee would break to us in private. It should seeme so. Tis a good Lady, and a wise young Lady. And vertuous enough too I warrant yee For a yong woman of her yeares: tis pittie To load her tender age with too much virtue. Tis more sometimes then we can well away with. Good morrow Ladies. Morrow my good Madam. How does the sweet young beauty, Lady Margaret? Has she slept well after her walke last night? Are her dreames gentle to her minde? All's well, Shee's very well, she sent for you thus suddenly To give hir counsell in a businesse That much concernes her. Shee does well and wisely, To aske the counsell of the ancientst Madame, Our yeares have run through many things she knows not.