Blurt, Master Constable, or The Spaniard's Night Walk · chunk 30 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 0.71 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
So, so, so do, do, do, come, come, come; will you condemn the mute rushes to be priest to death by your sweet body? down, down, down, here, here, here; lean your head upon the lap of my gown; good, good good: O Saint Mark! Here is a love-mark able to wear more lady's eyes for jewels then— oh! lie still, lie still, I will level a true Venetian kiss over your right shoulder. Shoot home (fair Mistress) and as that kiss flies, From lip to lip, wound me with your sharp eyes. No, no, no, I'll beat this Cherrytree thus, & thus, and thus; and you name wound. I will offend so, to be beaten still. Do, do, do, and if you make any more such lips, when I beat you, by my Virginity you shall buss this rod: Music: I pray thee be not a puritan. Sister to the rest of the Sciences, I knew the time when thou couldst abide handling. Oh, fie, fie, fie, forbear, thou art like a puny-barber (new come to the trade) thou pickest our ears too deep: So, so, so, will my sweet prisoner entertain a poor Italian Song? O most willingly my dear Madonna. I care not if I persuade my bad voice to wrestle with this Music and catch a strain; so, so, so, keep time, keep time, keep time. Love for such a cherry lip, Would be glad to pawn his arrows: Venus here to take a Sip, Would sell her Doves and team of Sparrow. But they shall not so, heigh nonny nonny no: None but I this lip must owe, heigh nonny nonny no. Your voice does teach the Music, No, no, no. Again, dear Love. hay nonny nonny no: Did Ioue see this wanton eye, Ganymede must wait no longer: Phoebe here one night did lie, Would change her face and look much younger. But they shall not so, heigh nonny nonny no: None but I this lip must owe, heigh nonny nonny no. O Madonna! Mistress! madonna! Case up this Gentleman, there's rapping at door; and one in a small voice, says, there's Camilla and Hippolito. And they will come in. Upon their deaths they shall, for they seek mine. No, no, no, lock the doors fast, Trivia, Simperina, stir. Alas! Come they in shape of Devils, this Angel by: I am armed, let them come in; uds foot, they die. Fie, fie, fie, I will not have thy white body— What ho; Madonna? O hark! not hurt for the Rialto; go, go, go, put up: by my Virginity you shall put up. Here are Camilla and Hippolito. Into that little room, you are there as safe as in France, or the Low Countries. Oh God! So, so, so, let them enter; Trivia, Simperina, smooth my gown, tread down the rushes, let them enter; do, do, do, no words pretty darling: la, la, la, heigh nonny nonny no.
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So, so, so doe, doe, doe, come, come, come; will you condemne the mute rushes to be prest to death by your sweet body? downe, downe, downe, heere, heere, heere; leane your head vpon the lap of my gowne; good, good good: O Saint Marke! Heere is a loue-marke ableto weare more Ladies eyes for Iewels then—oh! lye still, lye still, I will leuill a true Venetian kisse ouer your right shoulder. Shoote home (faire Mistris) and as that kisse flyes, From lip to lip, wound me with your sharpe eyes. No, no, no, Ile beate this Cherry-tree thus, & thus, and thus; and you name wound. I will offend so, to be beaten still. Doe, doe, doe, and if you make any more such lips, when I beate you, by my Virginitie you shall busse this rod: Musicke: I pray thee bee not a puritaine. Sister to the rest of the Sciences, I knewe the time when thou couldst abide handling. Oh, fie, fie, fie, forbeare, thou art like a punie-Barber (new come to the trade) thou pick'st our eares too deepe: So, so, so, will my sweet prisoner entertaine a poore Italian Song? O most willingly my deare Madona. I care not if I perswade my bad voice to wrastle with this Musicke and catcha straine; so, so, so, keep time, keep time, keepe time. Loue for such a cherrie lip, Would be glad to pawne his arrows: Venus heere to take a Sip, Would sell her Doues and teeme of Sparrow. But they shall not so, Hey nony nony no: None but I this lip must owe, Hey nony nony no. Your voice does teach the Musicke, No, no, no. Againe, deare Loue. Hey nony nony no: Did Ioue see this wanton eye, Ganimede must waite no longer: Phoebe heere one night did lye, Would change her face and looke much younger. But they shall not so, Hey nony nony no: None but I this lip must owe, Hey nony nony no. O Madona! Mistris! Madona! Case vp this Gentleman, ther's rapping at doore; and one in a small voice, saies, ther's Camilla and Hippolito. And they will come in. Vpon their deathes they shall, for they seeke mine. No, no, no, locke the doores fast, Triuia, Simperina, stir. Alas! Come they in shape of Deuils, this Angell by: I am arm'd, let them come in; vds foote, they dye. Fie, fie, fie, I will not haue thy white body— What ho; Madona? O harke! not hurt for the Rialta; goe, goe, goe, put vp: by my Virginitie you shall put vp. Heere are Camilla and Hippolito. Into that little roome, you are there as safe as in France, or the Low Countries. Oh God! So, so, so, let them enter; Triuia, Simperina, smooth my gowne, treade downe the rushes, let them enter; doe, doe, doe, no wordes pretty darling: la, la, la, hey nony nony no.