Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 36 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men and Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 457 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Must I betray my Chastity? So long Clean from the treason of rebelling lust; O husband! O my father! if poor I, Must not live chaste, then let me chastened die. ay, here's a charm shall keep thee chaste, come, come, Old Time hath left us but an hour to play Our part; begin the scene, who shall speak first? Oh, ay, I play the King, and Kings speak first; Daughter stand thou here, thou Son Terrill there, O thou standst well thou lean'st against a post, (For thou'lt be posted off I warrant thee:) The King will hang a horn about thy neck, And make a post of thee; you stand well both, We need no Prologue, the King entering first, He's a most gracious Prologue: mary then For the Catastrophe, or Epilogue, there's one in cloth of Silver, which no doubt, Will please the hearers well, when he steps out; His mouth is filled with words: see where he stands; He'll make them clap their eyes besides their hands. But to my part; suppose who enters now, A King, whose eyes are set in Silver; one That blusheth gold, speaks Music dancing walks, Now gathers nearer, takes thee by the hand, When straight thou thinkst, the very Orb of heaven, Moves round about thy fingers, than he speaks, Thus— thus— I know not how. Nor I to answer him. No girl? know'st thou not how to answer him? Why then the field is lost, and he rides home, Like a great conqueror; not answer him? Out of thy part already? y foiled the Scene? disranked the lines? disarmed the action? Yes yes, true chastity is tongued so weak, 'tis overcome ere it know how to speak. Come, come, thou happy close of every wrong, 'tis thou that canst dissolve the hardest doubt; 'tis time for thee to speak, we are all out. Daughter, and you the man whom I call Son, I must confess I made a deed of gift; To heaven and you, and gave my child to both: When on my blessing I did charm her soul, In the white circle of true Chastity, Still to run true, till death: now Sir if not, She forfeits my rich blessing, and is Fined With an eternal curse; then I tell you, She shall die now, now whilst her soul is true. Die? ay, I am death's echo. O my Son, I am her Father; every tear I shed, Is three score ten year old; I weep and smile Two kind of tears: I weep that she must die, I smile that she must die a Virgin: thus We joyful men mock tears, and tears mock us. What speaks that cup? White wine and poison.
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Must I betray my Chastit? So long Cleane from the treason of rebelling lust; O husband! O my ather! if poore , Must not liue chast, then let me chaly dye. I, heer's a charme shall keep thee chaste, come, come, Olde Time hath left v but an houre to play Our part; bgin the ceane, who shall seake first? Oh, I, I play the King, and Kings speake fir; Daughter stand thou heere, thou Sonne Terrill there, O thou standst well thou Ian'st again a poast, (For thou't be poed off warrant thee:) The King ill hang a horne about hy ncke, And make a poast of thee; you stand wll both, VVe neede no Prologue, the King entring first, He's a most gracious Prologue: mary then For the Catarophe, or Epilogue, Ther's one in cloth of Siluer, which no doubt, VVill please the hearers well▪ when he steps out; His mouth is fil'd with words: see where he stands; He'll make them clap their eyes besides their hands. But to my part; suppose who enters now▪ A King, whose eyes are set in Siluer; one That blusheth golde, speakes Musicke dancing walkes, Now gathers neerer▪ takes thee by the hand, When straight thou thinkst, the very Orbe of heauen, Mooues round about thy fingers, then he speakes, Thus—thus—I know not how. Nor I to answer him. No girle? knowst thou not how to answe him? VVhy then the field is lost, and he rides home, Like a great conquerour; not answer him? Out of thy part alread? y foylde the Sceane? Disranckt the lynes? disarm'd the action? Yes yes, true chastity is tongu'd so weake, Tis ouer-come ere it know how to speake. Come, come, thou happy close of euery wrong, Tis thou that canst dissolue the hardest doubt; Tis time for thee to speake, we are all out. Daughter, and you the man whom I call Sonne, I must confesse I made a deede of gift; To heauen and you, and gaue my childe to both: VVhen on my blessing I did charme her soule, In the white circle of true Chastity, Still to run true, till death: now Sir if not, She forfeyts my rich blessing, and is Fin'd VVith an eternall cursse; then I tell you, She shall dye now, now whilst her soule is true. Dye? I, I am deaths eccho. O my Sonne, I am her Father; euery teare I shed, Is three score ten yeere olde; I weepe and smile Two kinde of teares: I weepe that she must dye, I smile that she must dye a Virgin: thus We ioyfull men mocke teares, and teares mocke vs. What speakes that cup? White wine and poison.