Fletcher, John · published 1640 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Oct 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti typicality 0.85 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
I have none Lady, My wounds I counterfeited cunningly, And feigned the quarrel too, to enjoy you sweet, Let's lose no time, hark the same noise again. What noise, why look ye pale, I hear no stirring, This goblin in the vault will be so tippled, You are not well I know by your flying fancy, Your body's ill at ease, your wounds. I have none, I am as lusty and as full of health, High in my blood. Weak in your blood you would say, How wretched is my case willing to please ye, And find you so disable. Believe me Lady. I know you will venture all you have to satisfy me, Your life I know, but is it fit t'spoil ye, Is it my love do you think. Here's to the Duke. It named me certainly, I heard it plainly sound. You are hurt mortally, And fitter for your prayers sir than pleasure, What starts you make, I would not kiss you wantonly, For the world's wealth have I secured my Husband, And put all doubts aside to be deluded. I come I come. Heaven bless me. And bless us both, for sure this is the Divell, I plainly heard it now, he will come to fetch ye, A very spirit, for he spoke under ground, And spoke to you just as you would have snatched me, You are a wicked man, and sure this haunts ye, Would you were out o'th' house. I would I were, A that condition I had leapt a window. And that's the least leap if you mean to scape sir, Why what a frantic man were you to come here, What a weak man to counterfeit deep wounds, To wound another deeper. Are you honest then. Yes then and now, and ever, & excellent honest, And exercise this pastime but to show ye, Great men are fools sometimes as well as wretches, Would you were well hurt with any hope of life, Cut to the brains, or run clean through the body, To get out quietly as you got in sir, I wish it like a friend that loves ye dearly, For if my husband take ye, and take ye thus a counterfeit, One that would clip his credit out of his honour, He must kill ye presently, There is no mercy nor an hour of pity, And for me to entreat in such an agony, Would show me little better than one guilty, Have you any mind to a Lady now. Would I were off fair, If ever Lady caught me in a trap more. If you be well and lusty, fie fie shake not You say you love me, come, come bravely now, Despise all danger, I am ready for ye. She mocks my misery, thou cruel Lady. Thou cruel Lord, wouldst thou betray my honesty, Betray it in mine own house, wrong my husband, Like a night thief, thou dar'st not name by daylight.
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I have none Lady, My wounds I counterfeited cunningly, And fained the quarrell too, to injoy you sweet, Let's loose no time, heark the same noise againe. What noise, why look ye pale, I heare no stirring, This goblin in the vault will be so tipled, You are not well I know by your flying fancy, Your body's ill at ease, your wounds. I have none, I am as lusty and as full of health, High in my blood. Weak in your blood you would say, How wretched is my case willing to please ye, And find you so disable. Beleeve me Lady. I know you will venter all you have to satisfy me, Your life I know, but is it fit poile yee, Is it my love doe you think. Here's to the Duke It named me certainly, I heard it plainly sound. You are hurt mortally, And fitter for your prayers sir then pleasure, What starts you make, I would not kisse you wantonly, For the worlds wealth have I securd my Husband, And put all doubts aside to be deluded. I come I come. Heaven blesse mee. And blesse us both, for sure this is the Divell I plainly heard it now, he will come to fetch ye, A very spirit, for he spoke under ground, And spoke to yu just as you would have snatcht me, You are a wicked man, and sure this haunts ye, Would you were out o'th house. I would I were, A that condition I had leapt a window. And that's the least leap if you mean to scape sir, Why what a frantick man were you to come here, What a weak man to counterfeit deep wounds, To wound another deeper. Are you honest then. Yes then and now, and ever, & excellent honest, And exercise this pastime but to shew ye, Great men are fooles sometimes as well as wretches, Would you were well hurt with any hope of life, Cut to the braines, or run clean through the body, To get out quietly as you got in sir, I wish it like a friend that loves ye dearely, For if my husband take ye, and take ye thus a counterfeit, One that would clip his credit out of his honour, He must kill ye presently, There is no mercy nor an hower of pitty, And for me to intreat in such an agony, Would shew me litle better then one guilty, Have you any mind to a Lady now. Would I were off faire, If ever Lady caught me in a trap more. If you be well and lusty, fy fy shake not You say you love me, come, come bravely now, Dispise all danger, I am ready for ye. She mocks my misery, thou cruell Lady. Thou cruell Lord, wouldst thou betray my honesty, Betray it in mine own house, wrong my husband, Like a night theefe, thou darst not name by day-light.