Blurt, Master Constable, or The Spaniard's Night Walk · chunk 10 of 34
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) romance · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Away with him, my life shall answer it. To prison must I then? well, I will go, And with a light-winged spirit insult over woe, For in the darkest hell on earth, I'll find Her fair Idea to content my mind, Yet France and Italy with blistered tongue, Shall publish thy dishonour in my wrong Oh now how happy wert thou, couldst thou lodge me Where I could leave to love her? By heaven I can. Thou canst: Oh happy man! This a kind of new invented law, First feed the Axe, after produce the Saw, Her heart no doubt will thy affections feel; For thou'lt plead sighs in blood, and tears in steel. Boy tell my love, her love thus sighing spoke: I'll vail my crest to death, for her dear sake. Boy: what boy is that? Is't you Sir Pandarus, the broking Knight of Troy, are your two legs the pair of trestles, for the Frenchman to get up upon my Sister? By the nine Worthies, worthy Gallants not I; I a Gentleman for Conveyance? I Sir Pandarus? would Troy then were in my breeches, and I burned worse than poor Troy: sweet signor you know, I know, and all Venice knows, that my Mistress scorns double dealing with her heels. With her heels? O here's a sure pocket Dag, and my Sister shoots him off snipsnap at her pleasure. Sirrah Mephistopheles, did not you bring letters from my Sister to the Frenchman? signor no. Did not you fetch him out of the Tennis Court? No point per mafoy, you see I have many tongues speak for me. Did not he follow your crack-ship, at a beck given? Ita, true, certes, he spied, & I spitting thus, went thus. But were staid thus. You hold a my side, and therefore I must needs stick to you, 'tis true: I going, he followed; and following, fingered me, just as your worship does now: but I struggled and straggled, and wraggled and wraggled, and at last cried Vale valet, as I do now, with this fragment of a rhyme: My Lady is grossly fallen in love, and yet her waste is slender, Had I not slipped away, you would have made my buttocks tender. Shall Doyt & I play the Bloodhounds & after him? No, let him run. Not for this wager of my sister's love, run; away Dandyprat, catch Truepenny, & hold him, thyself shall pass more currant. I fly Sir, your Dandiprat is as light as a clipped Angel. Nay God's lid after him Camillo, reply not but away. Content, you know where to meet: For I know that the only way to win a wench, is not to woe her: the only way to have her fast, is to have her loose: the only way to triumph over her, is to make her fall; and the way to make her fall,—
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Away with him, my life shall answere it. To prison must I then? well, I will goe, And with a light-wing'd spirit insult ore woe, For in the darkest hell on earth, Ile finde Her faire Idea to content my minde, Yet Fraunce and Italy with blistered tongue, Shall publish thy dishonor in my wrong Oh now how happy wert thou, couldst thou lodge me Where I could leaue to loue her? By heauen I can. Thou canst: Oh happie man! This a kinde of new inuented law, First feede the Axe, after produce the Saw, Her heart no doubt will thy affections feele; For thou'lt pleade sighes in bloud, and teares in steele. Boy tell my loue, her loue thus sighing spake: Ile vaile my crest to death, for her deere sake. Boy: what boy is that? Ist you Sir Pandarus, the broking Knight of Troy, are your two legs the paire of tressels, for the French-man to getvp vpon my Sister? By the nine Worthies, worthy Gallants not I; I a Gentleman for Conueiance? I Sir Pandarus? would Troy then were in my breeches, and I burnt worse then poore Troy: sweet Signior you know, I know, and all Uenice knowes, that my Mistris scornes double dealing with her heeles. With her heeles? O heer's a sure pocket Dag, and my Sister shootes him off snipsnap at her pleasure. Sirra Mephostophiles, did not you bring letters from my Sister to the French-man? Signior no. Did not you fetch him out of the Tennis Court? No point per mafoy, you see I haue many tongues speake for me. Did not he follow your cracke-ship, at a becke giuen? Ita, true, certes, he spyed, & I spitting thus, went thus. But were staide thus. You holde a my side, and therefore I must needs stick to you, tis true: I going, hee followed; and following, fingred me, iust as your worship does now: but I strugled and stragled, and wragled and wragled, and at last cryed Vale valete, as I doe now, with this fragment of a rime: My Lady is grosly falne in loue, and yet her waste is slender, Had I not slipt away, you wold haue made my buttocks tēder. Shall Doyt & I play the Bloud-hounds & after him? No, let him run. Not for this wager of my Sisters loue, run; away Dandipart, catch True-penny, & hold him, thy selfe shal passe more currant. I fly Sir, your Dandiprat is as light as a clipt Angel. Nay Gods lid after him Camillo, reply not but away. Content, you know where to meete: For I know that the onelie way to win a wench, is not to woe her: the onely way to haue her fast, is to haue her loose: the onely way to tryumph ouer her, is to make her fall; and the way to make her fall,—