Fedele and Fortunia (Two Italian Gentlemen) · chunk 26 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 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Take heed Attilia, was not that Fortunio thou didst see? 'tis now midnight, so late abroad i'th' street what maketh he? I see Pedante is not here, I muse he meets me not, I little thought he could so soon his promise have forgot. If he be master of his word, and love me as his life, The time is come to show the same, and take me for his wife. Come on Sir apace, what makes you so slack? Presently put me this rob on your back. Now get you up along the street, and be not afraid, There shall you meet Victoria, in the apparel of her maid. Thinking you thus disguised, to be Fortunio, Very ready you shall find her with you to go. When you have her, hold fast, for she will not resist, Woe her, wed her, bed her, and use her as you list. Either now or never, your desire you shall have, Or be revenged on the entertainment that out of her window to you she gave. See the force of love, how it is able for a need, To shroud a brave mind in a base kind of weed. Master Pediculus, or Pedantonie, I am not very prospect in your name, If this gear fall out, I shall be bound while I live, to thank you for the same. I would not be he that should so courageous a Captain, and valiant Gentleman deceive. Therefore try me, & trust me, for this time I purpose to take my leave Farewell little Pastry, If I may meet with Mistress Victoriarie here. Thinking that Fortunio in this place, to her will appear. Either I will make her incant the former words that she spoke, When she defied me, & denied that she willed me to kill Fedele for her sake. Or I will back beat her, & belly beat her too too pitifully, You know love is a fire, and they say fire and water hath no mercy. But first I will speak her fair, because to be plain, Commonly fair fools make words and persuasions to be feign. Alas how long in the street shall I for my Pedante stay? He promised to meet me here, and steal me quite away. somebody in the street I hear, I trust the same is he, And so I do persuade me, by the beggars weed I see. I'll believe Pediculus again another day, For yonder in Alice tittle tattles 'parel the Mistress doth stay, O that I had some of Pediculus School-butter to make me a lip salve, Or could but wet my tongue in his inkhorn, for women will hearken when we speak brave. O thou that carriest a ball of wild fire in thine eye, to burn up my heart, What shall I say more, to set out my smart. The time will not suffer to show my prosperity, Therefore I commit you to the Gods for lack of brevity.
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¶Take héede Attilia, was not that Fortunio thou did'ste sée? T'is now midnight, so late abroade i'th stréete what maketh he? I sée Pedante is not heer, I muse he méetes me not, I litle thought he could so soone his promise haue forgot. If he be maister of his woord, and loue me as his life, The time is come to shewe the same, and take me for his wife. Come on Sir apace, what makes you so slacke? Presently put me this Robe on your backe. Now get you vp along the stréete, and be not afrayde, There shall you méete Victoria, in the apparell of her mayde. Thinking you thus disguised, to be Fortunio, Uery ready you shall finde her with you to go. When you haue her, hold fast, for she will not resist, Woe her, wed her, bedde her, and vse her as you list. Either now or neuer, your desire you shall haue, Or be reuenged on the entertainement that out of her window to you she gaue. ¶Sée the force of loue, how it is able for a néede, To shrowde a braue minde in a base kinde of wéede. Maister Pediculus, or Pedantonie, I am not very prospect in your name, If this geare fall out, I shall be bound while I liue, to thanke you for the same. ¶I would not be he that should so couragious a Captaine, and valiant Gentleman deceiue. Therefore trie me, & trust me, for this time I purpose to take my leaue ¶Farewell little Pastrie, If I may méete with Mistresse Victoriarie heer. Thinking that Fortunio in this place, to her will appeare. Either I will make her incant the former words that she spake, When she defied me, & denied that she wild me to kil Fedele for her sake. Or I will backe beate her, & belly beate her too too pitifully, You know loue is a fire, and they say fire and water hath no mercy. But first I will speake her faire, because to be plaine, Commonly faire fooles make wordes and perswasions to be faine. ¶Alas how long in the stréete shall I for my Pedante stay? He promised to méete me heer, and steale me quite away. Some body in the stréete I heare, I trust the same is hée, And so I doe perswade me, by the beggers wéede I sée. ¶I'le beleeue Pediculus againe another day, For yonder in Alice tittle tattles parrell the Mistresse dooth stay, O yt I had some of Pediculus Schoole-butter to make me a lip salue, Or could but wet my tonge in his inkhorne, for women will herken when we speake braue. O thou that carriest a ball of wilde fire in thine eye, to burne vp my heart, What shall I say more, to set out my smarte. The time will not suffer to shew my prosperitie, Therefore I committe you to the Gods for lacke of breuitie.