Jack Drum's Entertainment (Katherine and Pasquil) · chunk 9 of 32
Marston, John · published 1601 · first performed or written 1600 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.81 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Unto my love? Oh sir you bind me to you: Fair Gentleman I have a thankful heart, Though not a glorious speech to sweet my thanks. Reward my love then with your kinder love. With my love sir, I relish not your speech. I with your love, in pleasing marriage. Alas sir, cannot be my Loves a man, Who hardly can requite the dear protests Of kind affection, which you seem to vow Unto his fortunes: kind youth, you did wish All happiness to wait upon my love: Well he shall know it when we next do meet, And thank you kindly: now good morrow sweet. You take my, my, my meaning (puff.) Nay if he be puffing once, the fire of his wit is out. Why she is gone. Heart did I rise for this? She cannot endure puffing. O you puffed her away Let's slink along unseen, 'tis yet scarce day. Now methinks I hold the candle to the devil. Put out the light, the day begins to break. Would the day and thy neck were broke together. Oh how the gout and love do tire me. Why sir, love is nothing but the very gout. As how Flawne? as how? Thus sir: Gout and love, both come with Idleness, both incurable, both humorous, only this difference: the Gout causeth a great tumour in a man's legs, and love a great swelling in a woman's belly. Why then o Love, o Gout, o gouty Love, how thou torments old Mammon: good morrow to the sweet lipped Katherine, eternal spring unto thy beauty's love. Alas good aged Sir, what make you up? In faith I pity you, good soul to bed, Troth soon you'll cry, Oh God my head, my head. No Katherine, the wrinkling print of time Erred, when it sealed my forehead up with age: I have as warm an arm to entertain And hug thy presence in a nuptial bed, As those that have a cheek more lively red: And though my voice be rude, yet Flawne can sing paeans of beauty, and of Katherine. List to the Music that corrupts the Gods, Subverts even Destiny, and thus it shogs. Chunk, chunk, chunk, chunk, his bags do ring A merry note with chunks to sing: Those that are far more young and witty, Are wide from singing such a Ditty As Chunk, chunk, chunk, There's Chunk that makes the Lawyer prate, There's Chunk that make a fool of Fate: There's Chunk, that if you will be his, Shall make you live in all heart's bliss. With Chunk, chunk, chunk. 'tis well sung good old man, hence with your gold, Leave the green fields 'tis dewy; you'll take cold. The Casements shut, well here I'll lurk & stay, To see who bears the glory of the day. Hence, hence, to London, Flawne let me alone. I can hardly leave him alone, for the Devil and double Ducats, still associate him, but I am gone.
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Vnto my loue? Oh sir you binde me to you: Faire Gentleman I haue a thankfull heart, Tho not a glorious speech to sweet my thankes. Reward my loue then with your kinder loue. With my loue sir, I relish not your speech. I with your loue, in pleasing marriage. Alas sir, cannot be my Loues a man, Who hardly can requite the deare protests Of kind affection, which you seeme to vowe Vnto his fortunes: kind youth, you did wish All happinesse to wayt vpon my loue: Well he shall know it when we next do meete, And thanke you kindly: now good morrow sweete. You take my, my, my meaning (puffe.) Nay if he be puffing once, the fire of his wit is out. Why she is gone. Hart did I rise for this? She cannot endure puffing. O you puft her away Lets slink along vnseen, tis yet scarse day. Now me thinks I hold the candle to the diuel. Put out the light, the day begins to breake. Would the day and thy neck were broke togither. Oh how the gout and loue do tyre me. Why sir, loue is nothing but the very gout. As how Flawne? as how? Thus sir: Gout and loue, both come with Idlenesse, both incurable, both humorous, onely this difference: the Gout causeth a great tumor in a mans legges, and loue a great swelling in a womans belly. Why then ô Loue, ô Gout, ô goutie Loue, how thou torments olde Mamon: good morrow to the sweet lipt Katherine, eternall spring vnto thy beauties loue. Alas good aged Sir, what make you vp? In faith I pittie you, good soule to bed, Troth soone youle crie, Oh God my head, my head. No Katherine, the wrinckling print of time Err'd, when it seald my forehead vp with age: I haue as warme an arme to entertaine And hugge thy presence in a nuptiall bed▪ As those that haue a cheek more liuely red: And tho my voice be rude, yet Flawne can sing Peans of beautie, and of Katherine. List to the Musicke that corrupts the Goddes, Subuerts euen Desteny, and thus it shogges. Chunck, chunck, chunck, chunck, his bagges do ring A merry note with chuncks to sing▪ Those that are farre more yong and wittie, Are wide from singing such a Dittie As Chunck, chunck, chunck, Theres Chunck that makes the Lawier prate, Theres Chunck that make a foole of Fate: Theres Chunck, that if you will be his, Shall make you liue in all hearts blis▪ With Chunck, chunck, chunck. Tis wel sung good old man, hence with your gold, Leaue the green fields tis deawy; youle take cold. The Casements shut, wel here Ile luke & stay, To see who beares the glorie of the day. Hence, hence, to London, Flawne let me alone. I can hardly leaue him alone, for the Diuell and double Duckats, still associate him, but I am gone.