Blurt, Master Constable, or The Spaniard's Night Walk · chunk 15 of 34
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) romance · Children of Paul's (second) T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.83 · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Do not therefore come over me so with cross blows, no, no, no, I shall be sick, if my speech be stopped: by my Virginity I swear: and why may not I swear by that I have not, as well as poor musty Soldiers do by their honour: Brides, at four & twenty: ha, ha, ha, by their Maidenheads: Citizens, by their faith, and Brokers as they hope to be saved: by my Virginity I swear, I dreamed that one brought me a goodly Codshead, and in one of the eyes, there stuck (methought) the greatest precious stone, the most sparkling Diamond: oh fie, fie, fie, fie, fie, that Diamonds should make women such fools. A Codshead and a Diamond, ha, ha, ha, 'tis common, common, you may dream as well Of Diamonds and of Codsheads, where's not one, As swear by your Virginity where's none. I am that Codshead, she has spied my stone, My Diamond: noble wench, but nobler no see; I am an old Courtier, and lie close, lie close. No, no, no, if you shrink from me I will not love you: stay. I am conjured, and will keep my circle. Fie, fie, fie, by the neat tongue of eloquence, this measure is out of measure, 'tis too hot, too hot, gallants be not ashamed to show your own faces: Ladies unapparel your dear beauties: So, so, so, so, here is a banquet; sit, sit, sit signor Curvetto, thrust in among them, soft Music there, do, do, do. I will first salute the men, close with the women, and last sit. But not sit last: a banquet? and have these Suckets here? oh I have a crew of Angels prisoners in my pocket, and none but a good bale of dice can fetch them out: Dice ho; come my little lecherous Baboon, by Saint Mark, you shall venture your twenty crowns. And have but one. I swore first. Right, you swore, But oaths are now like Blurt our Constable, Standing for nothing, a mere plot, a trick, The Mask dogged me, I hit it in the nick; A fetch to get my Diamond, my dear stone, I am a hoary Courtier, but lie close, close, close; I'll play Sir. Come. But in my tother hose. Curvetto? Let him go, I knew what hook would choke him, and therefore baited that for him to nibble upon: an old comb-pecked rascal, that was beaten out a'th' Cockpit, when I could not stand a hye-lone without I held by a thing, to come crowing among us: hang him lobster; come, the same oath that your Foreman took, take all, and Sing. Love is like a Lamb, and Love is like a Lion, Fly from Love, he fights; fight, then does he fly on: Love is all in fire, and yet is ever freezing, Loue is much in winning, yet is more in leezing. Love is ever sick, and yet is never dying, Love is ever true, and yet is ever lying. Love does dote in liking, and is mad in loathing, Love indeed is any thing, yet indeed is nothing.
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Doe not therefore come ouer me so with crosse blows, no, no, no, I shall be sicke, if my speech be stopt: by my Virginitie I sweare: and why may not I sweare by that I haue not, as well as poore mustie Soldiers doe by their honour: Brides, at foure & twentie: ha, ha, ha, by their Maiden-heads: Cittizens, by their faith, and Brokers as they hope to be saued: by my Virginitie I sweare, I dream'd that one brought me a goodlie Codshead, and in one of the eyes, there stucke (mee thought) the greatest pretious stone, the most sparkling Diamond: oh fie, fie, fie, fie, fie, that Diamonds should make women such fooles. A Codshead and a Diamond, ha, ha, ha, Tis common, common, you may dreame as well Of Diamonds and of Codsheads, where's not one, As sweare by your Virginitie where's none. I am that Codshead, she has spide my stone, My Diamond: noble wench, but nobler no see; I am an olde Courtier, and lye close, lye close. No, no, no, if you shrinke from me I will not loue you: stay. I am coniur'd, and will keepe my circle. Fie, fie, fie, by the neate tung of eloquence, this measure is out of measure, tis too hot, too hot, gallants bee not ashamed to shew your owne faces: Ladies vnapparell your deare beauties: So, so, so, so, heere is a banquet; sit, sit, sit Signior Curuetto, thrust in among them, soft Musicke there, doe, doe, doe. I will first salute the men, close with the women, and last sit. But not sit last: a banquet? and haue these Suckets heere? oh I haue a crue of Angels prisoners in my pocket, and none but a good bale of dice can fetch them out: Dice ho; come my little letcherous Baboone, by Saint Marke, you shall venture your twentie crownes. And haue but one. I swore first. Right, you swore, But oathes are now like Blurt our Constable, Standing for nothing, a meere plot, a tricke, The Maske dog'd me, I hit it in the nicke; A fetch to get my Diamond, my deare stone, I am a hoarie Courtier, but lye close, close, close; Ile play Sir. Come. But in my to'ther hose. Curuetto? Let him goe, I knew what hooke would choake him, and therfore baited that for him to nibble vpon: an old combepeckt rascall, that was beaten out a'th Cocke-pit, when I could not stand a hye-lone without I held by a thing, to come crowing among vs: hang him lobster; come, the same oath that your Fore-man tooke, take all, and Sing. Loue is like a Lambe, and Loue is like a Lyon, Fly from Loue, he fights; fight, then does he fly on: Loue is all in fire, and yet is euer freezing, Loue is much in winning, yet is more in leezing. Loue is euer sicke, and yet is neuer dying, Loue is euer true, and yet is euer lying. Loue does dote in liking, and is mad in loathing, Loue indeede is any thing, yet indeed is nothing.