Dekker, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Nov 9-30, payment] (Annals) romance · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · before the Court T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti typicality 0.89 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Talk not you of satisfaction, this is some recompense that I have you, 'tis not the purse I regard: put if off, and i'll mince it as small as pie meat: the purse? hang the purse: were that gone, I can make another, and another, & another, I and another: 'tis not the purse I care for, but the purser: you, I you. Is't not a shame that a king's daughter, a fair Lady, a Lady not for Lords, but for Monarchs, should for gold sell her love, and when she has her own asking, and that there stands nothing between, than to cheat your sweet heart? O fie, fie, a she coney-catcher? You must be dealt soundly with. Enjoin what pains thou wilt, & i'll endure them, so thou wilt send me to my father's court. Nay God's lid, you're not gone so: set your heart at rest, for I have set up my rest, that except you can run swifter than a Hart, home you go not: what pains shall I lay upon you? Let me see: I could serve you now but a slippery touch: I could get a young King or two, or three of you, and then send you home, and bid their grandsire king nurse them: I could pepper you, but I will not. O, do not violate my chastity. No, why I tell you I am not given to the flesh, though I savour (in your nose) a little of the devil, I could run away else, and starve you here. If I must die, doom me some easier death. Or transform you (because you love picking) into a Squirrel, and make you pick out a poor living here among the Nut trees: but I will not neither. What will my gentle Andelocia do? Oh, now you come to your old bias of cogging. I pray thee Andelocia, let me go: Send me to England, and by heaven I swear, Thou from all kings on earth my love shalt bear. Shall I in faith? In faith, in faith thou shalt. Here, god a mercy: now thou shalt not go. Oh God. Nay do you hear Lady? cry not you're best: no nor curse me not: if you think but a crabbed thought of me, the spirit that carried you in mine arms through the air, will tell me all: therefore set your Sunday face upon't. Since you'll love me, i'll love you, i'll marry you, and lie with you, and beget little jugglers: marry home you get not: England you'll say is yours: but Agrippine, love me, and I will make the whole world thine. I care not for the world, thou murder'st me, Between my sorrow, and the scalding Sun I faint, and quickly will my life be done, My mouth is like a Furnace, and dry heat Drinks up my blood. Oh God, my heart will burst, I die, unless some moisture quench my thirst.
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Talke not you of satisfaction, this is some recompence that I haue you, tis not the purse I regard: put if off, and ile mince it as small as pie meate: the purse? hang the purse: were that gon, I can make another, and another, & another, I and another: tis not the purse I care for, but the purser: you, I you. Ist not a shame that a kings daughter, a faire Lady, a Lady not for Lords, but for Monarches, should for gold sell her loue, and when shée has her owne asking, and that there stands nothing betwéene, then to cheate your swéete heart? O fie, fie, a shée cony-catcher? You must be dealt soundly with. Inioyne what paines thou wilt, & ile endure them, so thou wilt send me to my fathers court. Nay gods lid, y'are not gon so: set your heart at rest, for I haue set vp my rest, that except you can runne swifter then a Hart, home you goe not: what paines shall I lay vpon you? Let me sée: I could serue you now but a slipperie touch: I could get a young King or two, or three of you, and then send you home, and bid their grand-sire king nurse them: I could pepper you, but I will not. O, doe not violate my chastitie. No, why I tell you I am not giuen to the flesh, though I sauor (in your nose) a little of the diuell, I could run away else, and starue you here. If I must die, doome me some easier death. Or transforme you (because you loue picking) into a Squirell, and make you picke out a poore liuing here among the Nut trees: but I will not neither. What will my gentle Andelocia doe? Oh, now you come to your old byas of cogging. I pray thée Andelocia, let me goe: Send me to England, and by heauen I sweare, Thou from all kings on earth my loue shalt beare. Shal I in faith? In faith, in faith thou shalt. Here, god a mercie: now thou shalt not goe. Oh God. Nay doe you heare Lady? crie not y'are best: no nor curse me not: if you thinke but a crabbed thought of me, the spirit that caried you in mine armes through the ayre, will tell me all: therefore set your Sunday face vpont. Since you'le loue me, ile loue you, ile marrie you, and lie with you, and beget little Iuglers: marie home you get not: England you'le say is yours: but Agripyne, loue me, and I will make the whole world thine. I care not for the world, thou murdrest me, Betwéene my sorrow, and the scalding Sunne I faint, and quickly will my life be done, My mouth is like a Furnace, and drie heate Drinks vp my bloud. Oh God, my heart will burst, I die, vnlesse some moysture quench my thirst.