Blurt, Master Constable, or The Spaniard's Night Walk · chunk 24 of 34
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) romance · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
we shall cloy ourselves with sweets, my sweet Madonna. Troth I will not Madonna Imperia. No, no, no, fie, fie, fie, signor Lazarillo, either be you our Foreman, or else put in these Ladies (at your discretion) unto the Gallery and cut of this striving. It shall be my Office, my Fees being (as they pass) to take toll of their Alabaster hands. Imperia stays. Admired creature, I summon you to a parley, you remember this is the night? So, so, so, I do remember; here is a key, that is your Chamber; lights Simperina: about twelve o'clock you shall take my beauty prisoner; fie, fie, fie, how I blush? at 12. o'clock. Rich Argosy of all golden pleasure. No, no, no, put up, put up your joys till anon, I will come by my virginity; but I must tell you one thing, that all my chambers are many nights haunted; with what sprites none can see: but sometimes we hear Birds singing; sometimes Music playing; sometimes voices laughing, but stir not you, nor be frighted at any thing. By Hercules, if any spirits rise, I will conjure them in their own Circles with Toledo. (ready? So, so, so, lights for his chamber: is the Trap-door 'tis set sure. So, so, so, I will be rid of this broiled red Sprat that stinks so in my stomach, fie; I hate him worse, than to have a Tailor come a-wooing to me: God's me, the sweet Ladies, the banquet, I forget: fie, fie, fie, follow dear signor. The trap door Simperina. signor come away. Cupid I kiss the nock of thy sweet bow, A woman makes me yield, Mars could not so. just ten? 'tis ten just, that's the fixed hour, For payment of my loves due fees; that broke: I forfeit a huge sum of joys: ho love, I'll keep time just to a minute, ay, A sweet guide's loss, is a deep penalty. A night's so rich a venture to taste wrack, Would make a Lover bankrupt, break his back: no, if to sit up late, early to rise, Or, if this Goldfinch, that with sweet notes flies, And wakes the dull eye even of a puritan; Can work, than wenches curvetto is the man; I am not young, yet have I youthful tricks, Which peering day must not see; no, close, close: Old Courtier, perilous fellow; I can lie Hug in your bosom, close; yet none shall spy. Stay, here's the door, the window; hah, this, this, Cord? umh? dear Cord, thy blessed knot I kiss: None peeps I hope, night clap thy velvet hand Upon all eyes, if now my friend thou stand: I'll hang a jewel at thine ear sweet night, And here it is, lantern and candlelight. A peal, a lusty peal, set, ring loves knell, I'll sweat, but thus I'll bear away the bell. signor, who's there, signor Curvetto?
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Wee shall cloye ourselues with sweetes, my sweete Madona. Troth I will not Madona Imperia. No, no, no, fie, fie, fie, Signior Lazarillo, eyther bee you our Fore-man, or else put in these Ladies (at your discreation) nto the Gallerie and cut of this striuing. It shall be my Office, my Fees being (as they passe) to take tole of their Alablaster hands. Imperia staies. Admired creature, I summon you to a parlee, you remember this is the night? So, so, so, I doe remember; heere is a key, that is your Chamber; lightes Simperina: about twelue a clocke you shall take my beautie prisoner; fie, fie, fie, how I blush? at 12. a clocke. Rich Argosie of all golden pleasure. No, no, no, put vp, put vp your ioyes til anon, I wil come by my virginitie; but I must tel you one thing, that all my chambers are many nightes haunted; with what sprites none can see: but sometimes wee heare Birdes singing; sometimes Musicke playing; sometimes voices laughing, but stirre not you, nor bee frighted at any thing. By Hercules, if any spirits rise, I will coniure them in their owne Circles with Toledo. (readie? So, so, so, lightes for his chamber: is the Trap-doore Tis set sure. So, so, so, I will bee rid of this broilde red Sprat that stinkes so in my stomacke, fih; I hate him worse, than to haue a Tailor come a woing to me: Gods me, the sweet Ladies, the banquet, I forget: fie, fie, fie, follow deere Signior. The trap doore Simperina. Signior come away. Cupid I kisse the nocke of thy sweet bowe, A woman makes me yeeld, Mars coud not so. Iust ten? tis ten iust, that's the fixed houre, For paiment of my loues due fees; that broke: I forfeit a huge summe of ioyes: ho loue, Ile keep time iust to a minute, I, A sweet guides losse, is a deepe penaltie. A night's so rich a venture to taste wracke, Would make a Louer banckrupt, breake his backe: Noh, if to sit vp late, earlie to rise, Or, if this Gold-finch, that with sweet notes flyes, And wakes the dull eye euen of a puritaine; Can worke, then wenches Curuetto is the man; I am not young, yet haue I youthfull trickes, Which peering day must not see; noh, close, close: Olde Courtier, peralous fellow; I can lye Hug in your bosome, close; yet none shall spye. Stay, heer's the doore, the window; hah, this, this, Cord? vmh? deare Cord, thy blessed knot I kisse: None peepes I hope, night clap thy veluet hand Npon all eyes, if now my friend thou stand: Ile hang a Iewell at thine eare sweet night, And heere it is, Lant-horne and candle-light. A peale, a lustie peale, set, ring loues knell, Ile sweate, but thus Ile beare away the bell. Signior, who's there, Signior Curuetto?