Blurt, Master Constable, or The Spaniard's Night Walk · chunk 18 of 34
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) romance · Children of Paul's (second) T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti typicality 0.79 · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Hark swaggerer, there's a little dapple-coloured rascal: ho a Bona Roba; her name's Imperia, a Gentlewoman by my faith of an ancient house, and has goodly rents, and comings in of her own, and this Ape would fain have thee chained to her in the holy state: Sirrah, she's fallen in love with thy picture, yes faith too her, woo her, and win her: leave my Sister, & thy ransom's paid; all's paid Gentlemen; byth' Lord Imperia is as good a girl as any is in Venice. Upon mine honour Fontinell 'tis true, The Lady dotes on thy perfections, Therefore resign my Violetta's heart, To me the Lord of it: and I will send thee— O whether, to damnation? wilt thou not? Thinkst thou the purity of my true soul Can taste your leprous counsel? no, I defy you, Incestancie dwell on his riveled brow, That weds for dirt; or on thin-forced heart, That lags in Rearward of his Father's charge, When to some negro-gelderling he's clogged, By the Injunction of a golden fee: When I call back my vows to Violetta, May I then slip into an obscure grave, Whose mould (unpressed with stony monument) Dwelling in open air, may drink the tears Of the inconstant clouds to rot me soon, Out of my private linen Sepulchre. ay, is this your settled resolution? By my loves best divinity it is. Then bear him to his prison back again, This tune must alter ere thy lodging mend, To death fond Frenchman, thy slight love doth tend. Then constant heart, thy fate with joy pursue, Draw wonder to thy death expiring true. After him Frisco, enforce thy Mistress's passion, thou shalt have access to him, to bring him love-tokens: if they prevail not, yet thou shalt still be in presence, be't but to spite him: In honest Frisco. I'll vex him to the heart Sir, fear not me, Yet here's a trick perchance may set him free. Come, wilt thou go laugh, and lie down? now sure there be some rebels in thy belly, for thine eyes do nothing but watch and ward, thou'st not slept these three nights. Alas how can I? he that truly loves Burns out the day in idle fantasies, And when the Lamb bleating, doth bid Goodnight Unto the closing day; then tears begin To keep quick time, unto the Owl, whose voice shrieks, like the Bellman in the lovers ears: loves eye the jewel of sleep, oh seldom wears! The early Lark is wakened from her bed, Being only by loves plaints disquieted, And singing in the morning's ear, she weeps (Being deep in love) at lovers broken sleeps: But say a golden slumber chance to tie, With silken strings the cover of loves eye: Then dreams (magician-like) mocking present Pleasures, whose fading, leaves more discontent. Have you these golden charms?
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Hark swaggerer, there's a little dapple-colour'd rascal: ho a Bona Roba; her name's Imperia, a Gentlewoman by my faith of an auntient house, and has goodlie rents, and comminges in of her owne, and this Ape would faine haue thee chayn'd to her in the holie state: Sirra, shee's falne in loue with thy picture, yes faith too her, wooe her, and win her: leaue my Sister, & thy ransome's paide; all's paide Gentlemen; bi'th Lord Imperia is as good a girle as any is in Uenice. Vpon mine honour Fontinell tis true, The Ladie dotes on thy perfections, Therefore resigne my Uiolettaes heart, To me the Lord of it: and I will send thee— O whether, to damnation? wilt thou not? Thinkst thou the puritie of my true soule Can taste your lepperous counsell? no, I defye you, Incestancie dwell on his riueled brow, That weddes for durt; or on thin-forced heart, That lags in Rereward of his Fathers charge, When to some negro-gelderling hee's clog'd, By the Iniunction of a golden fee: When I call backe my vowes to Violetta, May I then slip into an obscure graue, Whose mould (vnprest with stonie monument) Dwelling in open ayre, may drinke the teares Of the inconstant cloudes to rot me soone, Out of my priuate linnen Sepulcher. I, is this your settled resolution? By my loues best diuinitie it is. Then beare him to his prison backe againe, This tune must alter ere thy lodging mend, To death fond French-man, thy slight loue doth tend. Then constant heart, thy fate with ioy pursue, Draw wonder to thy death expiring true. After him Frisco, inforce thy Mistresses passion, thou shalt haue accesse to him, to bring him loue-tokens: if they preuaile not, yet thou shalt still be in presence, bee't but to spite him: In honest Frisco. Ile vex him to the heart Sir, feare not me, Yet heer's a tricke perchance may set him free. Come, wilt thou goelaugh, and lye downe? nowe sure there be some rebels in thy bellie, for thine eyes doe nothing but watch and ward, tho'ast not slept these three nights. Alas how can I? he that truely loues Burnes out the day in idle fantasies, And when the Lambe bleating, doth bid Godnight Vnto the closing day; then teares begin To keep quicke time, vnto the Owle, whose voice Shreikes, like the Bell-man in the Louers eares: Loues eye the iewell of sleepe, oh sildome weares! The earlie Larke is wakened from her bed, Being onelie by Loues plaintes disquieted, And singing in the mornings eare, she weepes (Being deepe in loue) at louers broken sleepes: But say a golden slumber chaunce to tye, With silken strings the couer of loues eye: Then dreames (Magitian-like) mocking present Pleasures, whose fading, leaues more discontent. Haue you these golden charmes?