Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1592-1594] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 497 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Sim. Is this she? I my Lord. Mass 'tis a pretty wench, what's her name? Oh that my lovely Lord would once vouchsafe To look on me, and leave these frantic fits, Or were I now but half so eloquent, To paint in words what I'll perform in deeds, I know your honour then would pity me. Hark you mistress, will you eat a piece of bread? Come sit down on my knee, Sim drink to her Sim, For she and I will go to bed anon. May it please you, your honours players be come To offer your honour a play. A play Sim, O brave, be they my players? I my Lord. Is there not a fool in the play? Yes my Lord. When will they play Sim? Even when it please your honour, they be ready. My Lord, I'll go bid them begin their play. Do, but look that you come again. I warrant you my lord, I will not leave you thus. Come Sim, where be the players? Sim stand by me, And we'll flout the players out of their coats. I'll call them my lord. Ho where are you there? Sound Trumpet's. Welcome to Athens my beloved friend, To Plato's school and Aristotle's walks, Welcome from Cestus' famous for the love Of good Leander and his Tragedy, For whom the Hellespont weeps brinish tears, The greatest grief is I cannot as I would Give entertainment to my dearest friend. Thanks noble Polidor my second self, The faithful love which I have found in thee Hath made me leave my father's princely court, The Duke of Cestus thrice renowned seat, To come to Athens thus to find thee out, Which, since I have so happily attained, My fortune now I do account as great As erst did Caesar when he conquered most, But tell me noble friend, where shall we lodge, For I am unacquainted in this place. My Lord, if you vouchsafe of scholars far, My house, myself, and all is yours to use, You and your men shall stay and lodge with me. With all my heart, I will requite thy love. But stay; what dames are these so bright of hue Whose eyes are brighter than the lamps of heaven? Fairer than rocks of pearl and precious stone, More lovely far than is the morning sun, When first she opes her oriental gates. Daughters, be gone, and hie you to the church, And I will high me down unto the key To see what merchandise is come ashore. Why how now my Lord, what, in adump, To see these damsels pass away so soon? Trust me my friend I must confess to thee, I took so much delight in these fair dames As I do wish they had not gone so soon: But if thou canst, resolve me what they be, And what old man it was that went with them, For I do long to see them once again.
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Sim. Is this ſhe? I my Lord. Maſſe tis a prettie wench, whats her name? Oh that my louelie Lord would once vouchſafe To looke on me, and leaue theſe frantike fits, Or were I now but halfe ſo eloquent, To paint in words what Ile performe in deedes, I know your honour then would pittie me. Harke you miſtreſſe, will you eate a peece of bread? Come ſit downe on my knee, Sim drinke to hir Sim, For ſhe and I will go to bed anon. May it pleaſe you, your honors plaiers be come To offer your honour a plaie. A plaie Sim, O braue, be they my plaiers? I my Lord. Is there not a foole in the plaie? Yes my Lord. When will they plaie Sim? Euen when it pleaſe your honor, they be readie. My Lord, Ile go bid them begin their plaie. Doo, but looke that you come againe. I warrant you my lord, I will not leaue you thus. Come Sim, where be the plaiers? Sim ſtand by me, And weele flowt the plaiers out of their coates. Ile cal them my lord. Ho where are you there? Sound Trumpets. Welcome to Athens my beloued friend, To Platoes ſchoole and Ariſtotles walks, Welcome from Ceſtus famous for the loue Of good Leander and his Tragedie, For whome the Heleſpont weepes briniſh teares, The greateſt griefe is I cannot as I would Giue entertainment to my deereſt friend. Thankes noble Polidor my ſecond ſelfe, The faithfull loue which I haue found in thee Hath made me leaue my fathers princelie court, The Duke of Ceſtus thriſe renowmed ſeate, To come to Athens thus to find thee out, Which, ſince I haue ſo happily attaind, My fortune now I do account as great As earſt did Caeſar when he conquered moſt, But tel me noble friend, where ſhal we lodge, For I am vnacquainted in this place. My Lord, if you vouchſafe of ſchollers fare, My houſe, my ſelfe, and al is yours to vſe, You and your men ſhall ſtaie and lodge with me. With all my heart, I wil requite thy loue. But ſtaie; what dames are theſe ſo bright of hew Whoſe eies are brighter than the lampes of heauen? Fairer then rocks of pearle and pretious ſtone, More louely far then is the morning ſunne, When firſt ſhe opes hir oriental gates. Daughters, be gone, and hie you to the church, And I will hie me downe vnto the key To ſee what marchandiſe is come aſhore. Why how now my Lord, what, in adumpe, To ſee theſe damſels paſſe away ſo ſoone? Truſt me my friend I muſt confeſſe to thee, I tooke ſo much delight in theſe faire dames As I do wiſh they had not gone ſo ſoone: But if thou canſt, reſolue me what they be, And what old man it was that went with them, For I do long to ſee them once againe.