Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
No sweet mistress, why are you in this passion? O Christ Master Fastidius, if you knew how I took up my husband today, when he said he would arrest you; and how I railed at him that persuaded him to't, the Scholar there, (who on my conscience loves you now) & what care I took to send you intelligence by my Brother; and how I gave him four Sovereigns for his pains; and now, how I came running out hither without man or boy with me, so soon as I heard on't; you'd say, I were in a Passion indeed: your keeper for God's sake. O Master Briske (as 'tis in Euphues) Hard is the choice, when one is compelled either by silence to die with grief, or by speaking to live with shame. Fair Lady I conceive you, and may this kiss assure you, that where Adversity hath (as it were) contracted, Prosperity shall not— God's light your Husband. O me! I? is't thus! Why how now signor Deliro? has the Wolf seen you? ha? hath Gorgon's head made marble on you? Some Planet strike me dead. Why look you Sir, I told you, you might have suspected this long afore, had you pleased; and ha' saved this labour of Admiration now, and Passion, and such extremities as this frail lump of Flesh is subject unto. Nay, why do you not dote now signor? methinks you should say it were some Enchantment, Deceptio visus, or so, ha? if you could persuade yourself it were a dream now, 'twere excellent: faith try what you can do signor; it may be your Imagination will be brought to it in time, there's nothing impossible. Sweet Husband? Out lascivious Strumpet. What? did you see how ill that stale vain became him afore, of Sweet Wife, and Dear heart? and are you fallen just into the same now? with Sweet Husband. Away, follow him, go, keep state, what? Remember you are a woman: turn impudent: gi' him not the head, though you gi' him the horns, Away. And yet methinks you should take your leave of Infans-perdus here, your forlorn hope. How now monsieur Brisk: what? Friday at night? and in affliction too? and yet your Pulpamenta? your delicate Morsels: I perceive the affection of Ladies and Gentlewomen, pursues you wheresoever you go monsieur. Now in good faith (and as I am Gentle) there could not have come a thing i' this world to have distracted me more than the wrinkled fortunes of this poor Dame. O yes Sir: I can tell you a thing will distract you much better, believe it. signor Deliro has entered three Actions against you, three Actions monsieur: mary one of them (I'll put you in comfort) is but three thousand mark, and the other two some five thousand pound together, trifles, trifles. O God, I am undone.
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No sweet mistresse, why are you in this passion? O Christ Maister Fastidius, if you knew how I tooke vp my husband to day, when he said he would arrest you; and how I rail'd at him that persuaded him to't, the Scholler there, (who on my conscience loues you now) & what care I tooke to send you intelligence by my Brother; and how I gaue him foure Soueraignes for his paines; and now, how I came running out hether without man or boy with mee, so soone as I heard on't; you'ld say, I were in a Passion indeed: your keeper for Gods sake. O Maister Briske (as 'tis in Euphues) Hard is the choise, when one is compelled either by silence to die with greee, or by speaking to liue with shame. Faire Ladie I conceiue you, and may this kisse assure you, that where Aduersitie hath (as it were) contracted, Prosperitie shall not—Gods light your Husband. O mee! I? is't thus! VVhy how now Signior Deliro? has the VVolfe seene you? ha? hath Gorgons head made marble on you? Some Planet strike me dead. VVhy looke you Sir, I told you, you might haue suspected this long afore, had you pleas'd; and ha'sau'd this labor of Admiration now, and Passion, and such extremities as this fraile lumpe of Flesh is subiect vnto. Nay, why doe you not dote now Signior? Me thinks you should say it were some Enchantment, Deceptio visus, or so, ha? if you could persuade your selfe it were a dreame now, 'twere excellent: faith trie what you can doe Signior; it may bee your Imagination will bee brought to it in time, there's nothing impossible. Sweet Husband? Out lasciuious Strumpet. VVhat? did you see how ill that stale vain became him afore, of Sweet VVife, and Deare heart? and are you falne just into the same now? with Sweet Husband. Away, follow him, goe, keepe state, what? Remember you are a woman: turn impudent: gi' him not the head, though you gi 'him the horns, Away. And yet mee thinkes you should take your leaue of Infans-perdus here, your forlorn hope. How now Mounsieur Brisk: what? Friday at night? and in affliction too? and yet your Pulpamenta? your delicate Morsels: I perceiue the affection of Ladies and Gentlewomen, pursues you wheresoeuer you goe Mounsieur. Now in good faith (and as I am Gentle) there could not haue come a thing i' this world to haue distracted mee more than the wrinckled fortunes of this poore Dame. O yes Sir: I can tell you a thing will distract you much better, beleeue it. Signior Deliro has entred three Actions against you, three Actions Mounsieur: mary one of them (I'le put you in comfort) is but three thousand mark, and the other two some fiue thousand pound together, trifles, trifles. O God, I am vndone.