Fedele and Fortunia (Two Italian Gentlemen) · chunk 6 of 30
Pasqualigo, Luigi / Munday, Anthony · published 1585 · first performed or written 1584 [1579-1584] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
You did. And could you make me then to feel so sharp a shower? Need hath no law, the matter touched my land and life so near: That I was forced against my will, to stay no longer here. But sith I have dispatched, according to mine own desire: Lo here I am to serve you still, in bitter frost, or fire. Depart Fedele for this time, come to me soon at night, I will consider better of your plaint and heavy plight. My maid and other company doth press into this place: It were not good to make them all, acquainted with your case. A thousand thanks, this in your ear, let that the token be, I know your meaning Sir, farewell, refer the rest to me. Alas poor soul, he little knows, how cold a suit he hath, He must be dallied with a while, for fear of after scathe. And must you seek Fedele out? I must. But to what end? To crave of courtesy, that he would stand my Mistress friend. Mistress Virginia: The same. In what matter I pray. That's counsel unto you, I must not every thing bewray. And yet by her, so bitter is the taste of love, I find: That gall were sweeter to the mouth, and better to the mind. I have the Hare on foot. But know you where Fedele is? Him at his house, or walking in the street you shall not miss. Farewell, I will go seek him straight. Yet find him not too soon: Alas poor soul, her suit is cold before it be begun, Lo here the common fault of love, to follow her that flies: And fly from her that makes pursuit, with loud lamenting cries. Fedele loves Victoria, and she hath him forgot: Virginia likes Fedele best, and he regards her not. O foolish love, and lovers that look not to their state, But swim against the tide, and then repent when 'tis too late. If we could learn to seek to them, that unto us do sue: The match were made, and we should have no cause at all to rue. When we be coy, and hold our friends aloof at cap and knee: The Mart is marred, and every eye our folly then doth see. What talk you there Attilia? No hurt at all to you. What news? Good, sweet, and joyful news, Mistress I bring you now. Hast thou met with Fortunio? Not so. Then what's the news? As I was walking through the streets alone: Devising how to find a remedy to cure your moan, I met Medusa with her box and trinkets as you see: Whose cunning shortly shall devise, the way to set you free. No way without Fortunio. Fortunio you shall have: Be not afraid therefore in this: this woman's aid to crave. She can enchant, and work wonders, by magic's learned art: She can with words, with charms and herbs, give you Fortunio's heart. Make much of her.
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¶You did. ¶And could you make me then to féele so sharp a showre? ¶Need hathe no lawe, the matter toucht my land and life so néer: That I was forste against my will, to stay no longer héer. But sith I haue dispatcht, according to mine owne desire: Loe héer I am to serue you still, in bitter frost, or fier. DEparte Fedele for this time, come to me soon at night, I will consider better of your plaint and heauie plight. My maid and other company dooth prease into this place: It were not good to make them all, acquainted with your case. ¶A thousad thankes, this in your ear, let that the token bée, ¶I knowe your meaning Sir, farwell, referre the rest to mée. Alas poore soule, he little knowes, how colde a sute he hathe, He must be dallied with a while, for fear of after scathe. ¶And must you séek Fedele out? ¶I must. ¶But to what end? ¶To craue of curtesie, that he would stand my Mistres fréend. ¶Mistres Virginia: ¶The same. ¶In what matter I pray. ¶Thats counsaile vnto you, I must not euery thing bewray. And yet by her, so bitter is the taste of looue, I finde: That gall were swéeter to the mouth, and better to the minde. ¶I haue the Hare on foot. ¶But knowe you where Fedele is? ¶Him at his house, or walking in the stréet you shall not misse. ¶Farewell, I will goe séek him straight. ¶Yet finde him not too soon: Alas poore soule, her sute is colde before it be begun, Loe héer the common fault of looue, to followe her that flyes: And flye from her that makes pursuite, with loud lamenting cryes. Fedele looues Victoria, and shée hath him forgot: Virginia likes Fedele best, and hée regardes her not. ¶O foolish looue, and loouers that look not to theire state, But swimme against the tide, and then repent when tis too late. If wée could learne to séek to them, that vnto vs doo sue: The match were made, and wée should haue no cause at all to rue. When wée be coy, and holde our fréendes aloofe at cap and knée: The Mart is marde, and euery eye our folly then dooth sée. ¶What talke you there Attilia? ¶No hurt at all to you. ¶What newes? ¶Good, swéet, and ioyfull newes, Mistres I bring you now. ¶Hast thou met with Fortunio? ¶Not so. ¶Then what's the newes? ¶As I was walking through the stréets alone: Deuising how to finde a remedie to cure your mone, I met Medusa with her box and trinckets as you sée: Whose cunning shortly shall deuise, the way to set you frée. ¶No way without Fortunio. ¶Fortunio you shall haue: Be not afraid therfore in this: this womans aide to craue. Shée can enchant, and woorke wunders, by Magicks learned art: Shée can with woordes, with charmes and hearbes, giue you Fortunioes hart. Make much of her.