Jack Drum's Entertainment (Katherine and Pasquil) · chunk 5 of 32
Marston, John · published 1601 · first performed or written 1600 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Rely on me Christopher, I will be thy staff, And thy Master's nose shallbe thy lantern & candlelight Mistress Camelia, methinks your eye Sparkles not spirit as 'twas wont to do. My mind is dull, and yet my thoughts are fixed Upon a pleasing object, Brabant's love. Indeed young Brabant is a proper man, And yet his legs are somewhat of the least: And faith a chitty well complexioned face, And yet it wants a beard: A good sweet youth, And yet some say he hath a valiant breath, Of a good hair, but oh, his eyes, his eyes. Last day thy praise extolled him to the skies. Indeed he wears good clothes, & throws his cloak With good discretion under his left arm, He curls his boot with judgement, and takes a whiff With graceful fashion, swears a valorous oath, But o the devil, hath a hateful fault, he is a younger brother. A younger brother? o intolerable. No Mistress, no: but there's M. Iohn, M. Iohn Ellis, there's a Lad i'faith, Ha for a virtuous honest good youth! Tut he is good, because he knows not how to be bad, Nor wherefore he is good. I know not, methinks not to be bad, is good enough in these days. Nay he is a fool, a perfect Idiot. Why all the better. And I'll tell you this, The greatest Lady in the Land affects him, Nay dotes upon him, ay, and lies with him. What Lady, good sweet Winifrid, what Lady say? Faith there be some good parts about the fool, which I perceive not, yet another may: what Lady, good sweet Winifrid? say quick good wench. The Lady Fortune. Why my name's Fortune too. Then you must needs favour him, For Fortune favours fools. Oh but to hug a fool is odious. Foul water quencheth fire well enough, And with more lively pallor, you shall taste The juice of pleasure's fount at private times: Pish, by my maidenhead, were I to match, I would elect a wealthy fool fore all, Then may one hurry in her Chariot, Shine in rich purpled Tissue, have hundred loves, Rule all, pay all, take all, without check or snib. When being married to a wise man (O the Lord) You are made a fool, a Ward, curbed and controlled, and (O) out upon't. Believe me wench, thy words have fired me, I'll lay me down upon a bank of Pinks, And dream upon't; Sweet fool, I 'tis most clear, A foolish bed-mate, why he hath no peer. Ha, ha, her love is as uncertain as an Almanac, as unconstant as the fashion, Just like a whiff of Tobacco, no sooner in at the mouth, but out at the nose: I think in my heart I could make her enamoured on Timothy Twedle: well he that fees me best, speeds best. For as it pleased my bribed lips to blow, So turns her feathery fancy to and fro. Good speed thee my good sweet Planet, How dost thou Chuck? How now Brabant, where have you lived these three or four days?
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Rely on me Christopher, I will be thy staffe, And thy Masters nose shalbe thy lanthorn & candlelight Mistresse Camelia, me thinkes your eye Sparkles not spirit as twas wont to doo. My mind is dull, and yet my thoughts are fixt Vpon a pleasing obiect, Brabants loue. Indeed yong Brabant is a propper man, And yet his legges are somewhat of the least: And faith a chitty well complexioned face, And yet it wants a beard: A good sweet youth, And yet some say he hath a valiant breath, Of a good haire, but oh, his eies, his eies. Last day thy praise extold him to the skies. Indeed he wares good cloaths, & throws his cloak With good discretion vnder his left arme, He curles his boote with iudgement, and takes a whiffe With gracefull fashion, sweares a valorous oath, But ô the diuel, hath a hatefull fault, he is a yonger brother. A yonger brother? ô intollerable. No Mistresse, no: but theres M. Iohn, M. Iohn Ellis, theres a Lad Ifaith, Ha for a vertuous honest good youth! Tut he is good, because he knows not how to be bad, Nor wherefore he is good. I know not, mee thinkes not to be bad, is good enough in these daies. Nay he is a foole, a perfect Idiot. Why all the better. And I'le tell you this, The greatest Lady in the Land affects him, Nay doates vpon him, I, and lies with him. What Lady, good sweet Winifride, what Lady say▪ Faith there be some good parts about the foole, which I perceiue not, yet an other may: what Lady, good sweet Winifride? say quick good wench. The Lady Fortune. Why my name's Fortune too. Then you must needs fauour him▪ For Fortune fauours fooles. Oh but to hugge a foole is odious. Foule water quencheth fire well inough, And with more liuely pallar, you shall taste The Iuyce of pleasures fount at priuate times: Pish, by my maiden-head, were I to match, I would elect a wealthy foole foreall, Then may one hurry in her Chariot, Shine in rich purpled Tissue, haue hundred loues, Rule all, pay all, take all, without checke or snib. When being maried to a wise man (O the Lord) You are made a foole, a Ward, curbd and controlld, and (O) out vpon't. Beleeue me wench, thy words haue fired me, I'le lay me downe vpon a banke of Pinkes, And dreame vppont; Sweete foole, I tis most cleare, A foolish bed-mate, why he hath no peere. Ha, ha, her loue is as vncertaine as an Almanacke, as vnconstant as the fashion, Iust like a whiffe of Tabacco, no sooner in at the mouth, but out at the nose: I thinke in my heart I could make her enamoured on Timothy Twedle: wel he that fees me best, speeds best. For as it pleasd my bribed lippes to blowe, So turnes her feathry fancie too and fro. Good speed thee my good sweet Planet, How doest thou Chuck? How now Brabant, where haue you liu'de these three or foure dayes?