Fletcher, John · published 1640 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Oct 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
I am most miserable. You are indeed, And like a foolish thing you have made yourself so, Could not your own discretion tell ye sir, When I was married I was none of yours, Your eyes were then commanded to look off me, And I now stand in a circle and secure, Your spells nor power can never reach my body, Mark me but this, and then sir be most miserable, 'tis sacrilege to violate a wedlock, You rob too Templars, make yourself twice guilty, You ruin hers, and spot her noble husbands. Let me be gone, I'll never more attempt ye. You cannot go, 'tis not in me to save ye, Dare ye do ill, and poorly then shrink under it? Were I the Duke Medina, I would fight now, For you must fight and bravely, it concerns you, You do me double wrong if you sneak off sir, And all the world would say I loved a coward, And you must die too, for you will be killed, And leave your youth, your honour and your state, And all those dear delights you worshipped here. The noise again. Some small beer if you love me. The Devil haunts you sure, your sins are mighty, A drunken Devil too, to plague your villainy. Preserve me but this once. There's a deep well In the next yard, if you dare venture drowning, It is but death. I would not die so wretchedly. Out of a garret window I'll let you down then, But say the rope be rotten, 'tis huge high too. have you no mercy. Now you are frighted throughly, And find what 'tis to play the fool in folly, And see with clear eyes your detested folly, I'll be your guard. And i'll be your true servant, Ever from this hour virtuously to love ye, Chastely and modestly to look upon ye, And here I seal it. I may kiss a stranger, for you must now be so. How do you my Lord, methinks you look but poorly on this matter. Has my wife wounded ye, you were well before, Pray sir be comforted, I have forgot all, Truly forgiven too, wife you are a right one, And now with unknown nations I dare trust ye. No more feigned fights my Lord, they never prosper. Who's this? the Devil in the vault? 'tis he sir, and as lovingly drunk, as though he had studied it. Give me a cup of Sack, and kiss me Lady, Kiss my sweet face, and make thy husband cuckold, An Ocean of sweet Sack, shall we speak treason? He is devilish drunk. I had thought he had been a devil. He made as many noises and as horrible, Oh a true lover sir will lament loudly, Which of the butts is your Mistress. Butt in thy belly. There's two in thine I am sure, 'tis grown so monstrous, Butt in thy face?
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I am most miserable. You are indeed, And like a foolish thing you have made your selfe so, Could not your own discretion tell ye sir, When I was married I was none of yours, Your eyes were then commanded to look off me, And I now stand in a circle and secure, Your spells nor power can never reach my body, Mark me but this, and then sir be most miserable, Tis sacriledge to violate a wedlock, You rob too Templers, make your selfe twice guilty, You ruine hirs, and spot hir noble husbands. Let me be gone, Ile never more a tempt ye. You cannot goe, 'tis not in me to save ye, Dare ye doe ill, and poorely then shrinke under it? Were I the Duke Medina, I would fight now, For you must fight and bravely, it concernes you, You doe me double wrong if you sneak off sir, And all the world would say I lov'd a coward, And you must dye too, for you will be killd, And leave your youth, your honour and your state, And all those deere delights you worship't heare. The noise againe. Some small beere if you love me. The Divell haunts you sure, your sinnes are mighty, A drunken Divell too, to plague your villany. Preserve me but this once. Theres a deep well In the next yard, if you dare venter drowning, It is but death. I would not dye so wretchedly. Out of a garrat window Ile let you downe then, But say the rope be rotten, 'tis huge high too. have you no mercy. Now you are frighted throughly, And find what tis to play the foole in folly, And see with cleere eyes your detested folly, Ile be your guard. And ile be your true servant, Ever from this houre vertuously to love ye, Chastly and modestly to look upon ye, And here I seale it. I may kisse a stranger, for you must now be so. How doe you my Lord, Me thinks you look but poorely on this matter. Has my wife wounded ye, you were well before, Pray sir be comforted, I have forgot all, Truly forgiven too, wife you are a right one, And now with unknowne nations I dare trust yee. No more fain'd fights my Lord, they never prosper. Who's this? the Divell in the vault? Tis he sir, and as lovingly drunk, as though he had studied it. Give me a cup of Sack, and kisse me Lady, Kisse my sweet face, and make thy husband cuckold, An Ocean of sweet Sack, shall we speak treason? He is divilish drunk. I had thought he had beene a devill. He made as many noyses and as horrible, Oh a true lover sir will lament lowdly, Which of the butts is your Mistris. Butt in thy belly. Theres two in thine I am sure, 'tis growne so monstrous, Butt in thy face?