Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Haughton, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1600 [Oct 16-Dec 29, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
My Lord they'll wrawl, what shall I do with them? Tell her thou must provide a nurse for them Comes she not back Mario? No my Lord. Tush, tush, it cannot be but she'll return, I know her bosom bears no marble heart, I know, a tender Mother cannot part, With such a patient soul, from such sweet souls, She stands and watches sure, and sure the weeps, To see my seeming flinty breast, Mario Withdraw with me: Furio stay thou here still, If she return, seem childish, and deny To let her kiss or touch them. Faith not I: I have not such a heart, and she ask to touch them. I'll deny it because i'll obey my Lord, yet she shall kiss and touch them to, because I'll please my Lady: alas, alas, pretty fools I love you well but I would you had a better Nurse. A better Nurse: seek'st thou a better Nurse? A better Nurse then whom? Then you, away. I am their Mother I must not away, Look, look, good Furio look they smile on me, I know poor hearts they fear to smile on thee, I prithee let me have them. Touch them not. I pry thee let me touch them. No: Hands off. I pry thee gentle Furio let me kiss them. Not one kiss for a king's crown: Must I not kiss my babes: must I not touch them? Alas what sin so vile hath Grissel done That thus she should be vexed? not kiss my infants? Who taught thee to be cruel gentle churl, What must thou do with them? Get them a nurse. A Nurse alack, what Nurse? where must she dwell I must not tell you: till I know myself, For God's sake who must Nurse them do but name her, And I will swear those fiery eyes do smile, And I will swear that which none else will swear, That thy grim brows, do mercy's livery wear, Choose you. Oh God, oh God, might Grissel have her choice My babes should not be scared with thy devils voice. Thou get a Nurse for them? they can abide, To taste no milk but mine, come, come I'll chide, In faith you cruel man, I'll chide indeed, If I grow angry. Do do I care not. To chide & curse thy Lord thou hast more need Wilt thou not tell me who shall be their Nurse? No. Wilt thou not let me kiss them? No I say. I prithee let my tears, let my bowed knees, Bend thy obdurate heart, see here's a fountain, Which heaven into this Alabaster bowels, Instilled to nourish them: man they'll cry, And blame thee that this run so lavishly, Here's milk for both my babes two breasts for two. Poor babes I weep to see what wrong I do.
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My Lord they'le wrawle, what shall I doe with them? Tell her thou must prouide a nurse for them Comes she not backe Mario? No my Lord. Tush, tush, it cannot be but sheele returne, I know her bosome beares no marble heart, I knowe, a tender Mother cannot part, With such a patient soule, from such sweet soules, She stands and watches sure, and sure the weepes, To see my seeming flintie breast, Mario Withdraw with me: Furio stay thou heere still, If she returne, seeme childish, and denie To let her kisse or touch them. Faith not I: I haue not such a heart, and shee aske to touch them. Ile deny it because ile obey my Lord, yet she shall kisse and touch them to, because Ile please my Ladie: alas, alas, prettie fooles I loue you well but I would you had a better Nurse. A better Nurse: seek'st thou a better Nurse? A better Nurse then whome? Then you, away. I am their Mother I must not away, Looke, looke, good Furio looke they smile on mée, I know poore hearts they feare to smile on thee, I prithée let me haue them. Touch them not. I prie thee let me touch them. No: Hands off. I prie thee gentle Furio let me kisse them. Not one kisse for a Kings crowne: Must I not kisse my babes: must I not touch them? Alas what sin so vile hath Grissil done That thus she should be vex'd? not kisse my infants? Who taught thee to be cruell gentle churle, What must thou doe with them? Get them a nurse. A Nurse alacke, what Nurse? where must shee dwell I must not tell you: till I know my selfe, For Gods sake who must Nurse them doe but name her, And I will sweare those firie eyes doe smile, And I will sweare that which none els will sweare, That thy grim browes, doe mercies liuerie weare, Choose you. Oh God, oh God, might Grissill haue her choice My babes should not be scard with thy diuils voice. Thou get a Nurse for them? they can abide, To taste no milke but mine, come, come Ile chide, In faith you cruell man, Ile chide indéede, If I growe angrie. Do do I care not. To chide & curse thy Lord thou hast more néed Wilt thou not tell me who shall be their Nurse? No. Wilt thou not let me kisse them? No I say. I prithee let my teares, let my bow'd knees, Bend thy obdurate hart, see héer's a fountaine, Which heauen into this Alablaster bowels, Instil'd to nourish them: man theyle crie, And blame thee that this ronnes so lauishly, Heres milke for both my babes two brests for two. Poore babes I wéep to sée what wrong I doe.