Wilson, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1589-1593] (Annals) moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.75 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Come Lady Love, now bore we Mars, thou mine I thine beloved. Ah my Contempt it will be spied too soon, So shall our pleasures have a bitter end. Provide some place for I am big with child, And clean undone if Mars my guilt espy. Sweet Venus be assured, I have that care But you perchance will coily scorn the place. What its some abbey or a Nunnery? No they abound with much hypocrisy. Is it a Gentleman's or a farmer's house? Too much resort would there bewray your being. Some Husbandman's, some Inn, some cleanly alehouse. Neither of these, a Spittle lovely Love. What where foul lazars and loathed lepers lie, Their stink will choked thy Venus and her babe. Why gentle Venus I entreat ye be not over nice, What think ye as the Proverb goes that beggars have no louse? Proctors themselves in every Spittle house, Have things as neat, as men of more account. But I have seen even very mean men's wives, Against their childbirth so provide for, As all their husband's wealth was scarce the worth Of the fine linen used in that month. And shall not Venus' be as kindly used. It must be as we may, I'll go provided And spy my time slily to steal thee hence. Away for Mars is come, Welcome God Mars, where hath my love been all this while? Walking about th' garden time for to beguile. Whereas between niceness your maid & newfangle your man, I heard such sport as for your part, would you had been there then. Quoth niceness to new fangle thou art such a Jack, That thou devisest forty fashions for my Ladies back. And thou quoth he art so possessed with every fantike toy, That following of my Lady's humour thou dost make her coy, For once a day for fashion sake my Lady must be sick, No meat but mutton or at most the pinion of a chick, Today her own hair best becomes which yellow is as gold, A periwigs better for tomorrow, blacker to behold. Today in pumps and chevril gloves, to walk she willbe bold. Tomorrow cuffs and countenance for fear of catching cold. Now is she barefaced to be seen, straight on her muffler goes, Now is she huffed up to the crown, straight nulled to the nose. These seven years trust me better sport I heard not to my mind, The Dialogue done, then down came I my Lady Love to find. And thou hast found her all alone, half sickly by ill hap Sit for a while Mars and lay thy head upon my lap, I see my folks behind my back have much good talk of me. And so they have. They are too Idle: soft Mars do you see, I see some saucy mates press in: Now sirs what would you have? Be not offended sir, we seek God Mars.
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Come Lady Loue, now bore we Mars, thou mine I thine beloude. Ah my Contempt it will be spide too soone, So shall our pleasures haue a bitter end. Prouide some place for I am big with childe, And cleane vndone if Mars my guilt espie. Sweet Venus be assurde, I haue that care But you perchaunce will coylie scorne the place. What its some Abbie or a Munnerie? No they abound with much hypocrisie. Is it a Gentlemans or a Farmers house? Too much resort would there bewray your being. Some Husbandmands, some Inne, some cleanly ale-house. Neither of these, a Spittle louely Loue. What where foule Lazers and loathed Lepors lie, Their stinke will chooke thy Venus and hir babe. Why gentle Venus I intreat yee be not ouer nice, What thinke ye as the Prouerb goes that beggers haue no lice? Procters them selues in euerie Spittle house, Haue things as neate, as men of more account. But I haue seene euen verie meane mens wiues, Against their child-birth so prouide for, As all their husbands wealth was scarce the worth Of the fine linnin vsed in that month. And shall not Venus be as kindelie vsde. It must be as we may, Ile goe prouided And spie my time slylie to steale thee hence. Awaie for Mars is come, Welcome God Mars, where hath my loue bin all this while? Walking about th garden time for to beguile. VVheras between nisenes your maide & newfangle your man, I heard such sport as for your part, would you had bin there than. Quoth nicenes to new fangle thou art such a Iacke, That thou deuisest fortie fashions for my Ladies backe. And thou quoth he art so possest with euerie fantike toy, That following of my Ladies humor thou dost make hir coy, For once a day for fashion sake my Lady must be sicke, No meat but mutton or at most the pinion of a chicke, To day hir owne haire best becomes which yellow is as gold, A perriwigs better for to morrow, blacker to behod. To day in pumps and cheuerill gloues, to walke she wilbe bold. To morrow cuffes and countenance for feare of catching cold. Now is shee barefast to be seene, straight on hir muffler goes, Now is shee hufft vp to the crowne, straight nulled to the nose. These seuen yeares trust me better sport I heard not to my mind▪ The Dialogue done, then downe came I my Lady Loue to finde. And thou hast found hir all alone, half sickly by ill hap Sit for a while Mars and lay thy head vpon my lap, I see my folks behinde my backe haue much good talke of mee. And so they haue. They are too Idle: soft Mars doe you see, I see some sawcie mates presse in: Nowe sirs what would you haue? Be not offended sir, we seeke God Mars.