Jack Drum's Entertainment (Katherine and Pasquil) · chunk 26 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 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
You will be close and secret? Secred, by gour as secred as your soul, me will tell noting, possible. Well Sir, if it please you to see my Chamber, 'tis at your service. He now me ang brave monsieur, by gour ang me had know dis, me wood have eat some potatoes, or Ringo: but vell: he. Me will tanck Metre Brabant vor dis, by gour me am caught in heaven bliss. Oh too unkind, why dost thou scorn my love? She that with all the vehemence of speech Hath been pursued, and kneeled too for love, Prostrates herself, and all her choicest hopes, As low as to thy feet, disdain me not, To scorn a Virgin, is man's odious blot. To scorn a man, is virgin's odious blot. Wert thou as rich as is the Ocean's womb, As beauteous as the glorious frame of heaven, Yet would I loathe thee worse than varnished skulls, Whose ryuels are daubed up with plastering paint. O Rocky spirit. breath not in vain, I hate thy flatterings, Detest thy purest elegance of speech, Worse than I do the Croaking of a Toad. Sweet Gentleman. Peace you Rebato pinner, poting-stick, Y bribde corrupters of affection: I hate you both, by heaven I hate her more Than I do love myself. Hence pack, away, I'll sooner dote upon a blear-eyed Witch, A sapless Beldame, then I'll flatter thee. Be not too cruel sweet Planet, dear relent, Compassionate my amorous languishment. Ha, ha, I pray thee kneel, beg, blubber, Cry, whilst I behold thee with a loathing eye: And laugh to see thee weep. Look, on my knees I creep, Be not impenetrable beauteous youth, But smile upon me, and I'll make the air Court thy choice ear with soft delicious sounds. Bring forth the Viols, each one play his part, music's the quiver of young Cupid's dart. Out Siren, peace screech-owl, hence chattering Pie, The blacked beaked night Crow, or the howling Dog, Shall be more gracious than thy squeaking voice: Go sing to M. Iohn. I shall be blunt If thou depart not, hence, go mourn and die, I am the scourge of light inconstancy. Thus my dear Brabant, am I thy revenge, And whip her for the peevish scorn she bore To thy weak younger birth: o that the souls of men Were temperate like mine, than Nature's paint Should not triumph o'er our infirmities. I do adore with infinite respect, Women whose merit issues from their worth Of inward graces, but these rotten posts That are but guilt with outward garnishment, O how my soul abhors them. yond's my friend, I will conceal what I for him have wrought, Nice jealousy mistakes a friendly part: Now Brabant where's thy elder brother ha? What hath he built the jest with monsieur yet? Faith I know not, but I heard he left the Frenchman with his wife. Knew she thy brothers meaning? Not a whit, she's a mere stranger to this merriment.
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You will be close and secret? Secred, by gor as secred as your sowle, me wil tell noting, possible. Well Sir, if it please you to see my Chamber, tis at your seruice. Hee now me ang braue Mounsieur, by gor ang me had know dis, mee woode haue eate some Potatos, or Ringoe: but vell: hee. Me will tanck Metre Brabant vor dis, by gor me am caught in heauen blisse. Oh too vnkind, why doest thou scorne my loue? Shee that with all the vehemence of speech Hath bene pursued, and kneeled too for loue, Prostrates her selfe, and all her choycest hopes, As lowe as to thy feete, disdaine me not, To scorne a Virgin, is mans odious blot▪ To scorne a man, is Virgins odious blot. Wert thou as rich as is the Oceans wombe, As beautious as the glorious frame of heauen, Yet would I loath thee worse then varnisht skulles, Whose ryuels are dawbd vp with plaistering painte. O Rockie spirit. Breathe not in vaine, I hate thy flatterings, Detest thy purest elegance of speech, Worse then I do the Croaking of a Toade. Sweete Gentleman. Peace you Rebato pinner, Poting-sticke, Y bribde corrupters of affection: I hate you both, by heauen I hate her more Then I do loue my selfe. Hence packe, away, I'le sooner doate vpon a bleare-eide Witch, A saplesse Beldame, then Ile flatter thee. Be not too cruell sweet Planet, deare relent, Compassionate my amorous languishment. Ha, ha, I pree thee kneele, beg, blubber, Cry, Whilste I behold thee with a loathing eye: And laugh to see thee weepe. Looke, on my knees I creepe, Be not impenetrable beautious youth, But smile vpon me, and Ile make the aire Court thy choyce eare with soft delicious sounds. Bring forth the Violls, each one play his part, Musick's the quiuer of young Cupids dart. Out Syren, peace scritch-owle, hence chattering Pye, The blackt beakt night Crow, or the howling Dog, Shall be more gratious then thy squeaking voice: Go sing to M. Iohn. I shall be blunt If thou depart not, hence, go mourne and die, I am the scourge of light inconstancie. Thus my deare Brabant, am I thy reuenge, And whip her for the peeuish scorne she bare To thy weake yonger bith: ô that the soules of men Were temperate like mine, then Natures painte Should not triumph o're our infirmities. I do adore with infinit respect, Weomen whose merit issues from their worth Of inward graces, but these rotten poasts That are but guilt with outward garnishment, O how my soule abhorres them. Yons my friend, I will conceale what I for him haue wrought, Nice Iealousie mistakes a friendly part: Now Brabant wheres thy elder brother ha? What hath he built the Iest with Mounsieur yet? Faith I know not, but I heard he left the French-man with his wife. Knew she thy brothers meaning? Not a whit, shee's a meere straunger to this merriment.