Jack Drum's Entertainment (Katherine and Pasquil) · chunk 24 of 32
Marston, John · published 1601 · first performed or written 1600 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Nay look you now, you'll straight o'ershoot yourself, You'll say he's sour and unsociable: Tush you know him not, that humour's forced: But in his native spirit he's as kind As is the life of love. And then the clearest skin, The whitest hand, the cleanest well shaped leg: The quickest eye: Fie, fie, I shall but blur And sully his bright worth with my rude speech. Well, if he court me, I'll not be much coy. Court you? nay you must court him for aught I know: You must not think forsooth, that I am feed To urge you thus. I solemnly protest, I motion this out of my pure vowed love, Which wisheth all advancement and content To attend the glory of your beauteous youth. O I am Planet stricken Winifrid, How shall I intimate my love to him? I saw him coming up the hill even now, Send him a favour, and I'll bear it to him, And tell him you desire to speak with him. Do, do, dear Winifrid, sweet wench make haste. Sir, I have her good will, and please you now to give me your consent, and look you Sir, here I have Itemed forth what I am worth. Tush show me no Items, and she love you, a God's name: I'll not be cursed by my daughter for forcing her to clip a loathed, abhorred match: and see how fortunate we are; Look where she stands. Sweet Planet, thou only governest me. Daughter give me your hand, with your consent, I give you to this Gentleman. Marry phoh, will you match me to a fool? God pardon me, not I: why M. Ellis ha? Had you her consent, speak freely man? Indeed la now; I thought so: by my troth You said you loved me, that you did indeed. I as my fool, my Idiot to make sport. Fie daughter, you are too plain with him. Alas my son simile is out of countenance. Truly as a Mill-horse, is not a horse Mill, and as a Cart jade, is not a jade Cart, even so will I go hang myself. Mary god forbid, what frolic, frolic man, we'll have a Cup of Sack and Sugar soon, shall quite expel these musty humours of stale melancholy. Is this the Egg where Castor and Pollux bred? I'll crack the Bastard in the very shell. Alas my markets, my markets are clean spoiled. ubi Helena, vbi Troia, be't not true my Ganymede, When shall old Saturn mount his Throne again? See, see, alas how bleak Religion stands. Katherina, Katherina, you damned Titanoies, Why prick you heavens ribs with blasphemy? Python yet breathes, old grey haired piety. Alas kind youth, how came he thus distraught? I left him in pursuit of Katherine, And found him in this strange distemperature. O Sir, be't you that stamp on literature? You are inspired you with prophesy. Not I, as I shall be saved, I am M. Iohn Ellis I.
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Nay looke you now, you'le straight oreshoot yourselfe, You'le say hee's sowre and vnsociable: Tush you know him not, that humor's forc'd: But in his natiue spirit hee's as kinde As is the life of loue. And then the clearest skinne, The whitest hand, the cleanest wel shap'd legge: The quickest eye: Fie, fie, I shall but blurre And sulley his bright worth with my rude speech. Well, if he court me, Ile not be much coy. Court you? nay you must court him for ought I know: You must not think forsoothe, that I am feed To vrge you thus. I solemnly protest, I motion this out of my pure vowed loue, Which wisheth all aduancement and content To attend the glory of your beautious youth. O I am Planet stricken Winifride, How shall I intimate my loue to him? I sawe him comming vp the hill euen now, Send him a fauour, and Ile beare it to him, And tell him you desire to speake with him. Do, do, deare Winifride, sweet wench make haste. Sir, I haue her good will, and please you now to giue me your consent, and looke you Sir, here I haue Item'd forth what I am worth. Tush shewe me no Items, and shee loue you, a God name: Ile not bee curst by my daughter for forcing her to clip a loath'd, abhorred match: and see how fortunate we are; Looke where shee stands. Sweet Planet, thou onely gouernst mee. Daughter giue mee your hand, with your consent, I giue you to this Gentleman. Marry phoh, wil you match me to a foole? God pardon me, not I: why M. Ellis ha? Had you her consent, speake freely man? Indeed law now; I thought so: by my troth You sed you lou'de me, that you did indeed. I as my foole, my I diot to make sport. Fie daughter, you are too plaine with him. Alas my sonne Similie is out of countenance. Truly as a Mill-horse, is not a horse Mill, and as a Cart Iade, is not a Iade Cart, euen so will I go hang my selfe. Mary godforbid, what frolick, frolick man, weele haue a Cup of Sack and Sugar soone, shall quite expell these mustie humours of stale melancholy. Is this the Egge where Castor and Pollux bred? Ile crack the Bastard in the verie shell. Alas my markets, my markets are cleane spoilde. Vbi Hellena, vbi Troia, ist not true my Ganimede, When shall old Saturne mount his Throane againe? See, see, alas how bleake Religion stands. Katherina, Katherina, you damned Titanoies, Why prick you heauens ribbes with blasphemie? Python yet breathes, old gray hayr'd pietie. Alas kind youth, how came he thus diaught? I left him in pursuite of Katherine, And found him in this straunge distemperature. O Sir, ist you that stampe on litrature? You are inspired you with Prophesie. Not I, as I shall be sau'd, I am M. Iohn Ellis I.