Marston, John · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 [1602-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the Chapel (second) unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
What wouldst thou, thou affliction to our house? Thou ever devil, 'twas thou that banishedst my truly noble Lord. I? I, by th ploe hy hy blac agems, twelve Moons have suffered change since I beholded The loved presence of my dearest Lord. O thou fair worse than death, he parts but soul From a weak body, but thou soul from soul dissever'st, that which Gods own hand did knit. Thou scant of honour, full of devilish we'll check your too intemperate lavishness, I I can, and will. What canst? Go to, in banishment thy husband dies. He ever is at home that's ever wise. Youst never meet more reason should Love control, Not meet? She that dear loves, her love's still in her soul. You are but a woman Lady, you must yield. O save me thou innated bashfulness, Thou only ornament of woman's modesty. Modesty? Death I'll torment thee, Do, urge all torments, all afflictions try, I'll die, my Lords, as long as I can die. Thou obstinate, thou shalt die: captain, that lady's life is forfeited to justice, we have examined her, And we do find, she hath empoisoned The reverend Hermit, therefore we command Severest custody. Nay, if you'll does no good, Youst does no harm, a tyrant's peace is blood. O thou art merciful, O gracious devil, Rather by much let me condemned be, For seeming murder than be damned for thee. I'll mourn no more, come girt my brows with flowers, Revel and dance, soul, now thy wish thou hast, Die like a Bride, poor heart thou shalt die chaste. Life is a frost of could felicity, And death the thaw of all our vanity. Wast not an honest Priest that wrote so? Who? let her in. Forbear. Forbear. Alas calamity is every where. Sad misery, despite your double doors, Will enter even in court. Peace. I ha' done; one word, take heed, I ha' done. Cilleman Mercurie, the God of ghosts, From gloomy shades that spread the lower coasts, Calls four high famed Genoa Dukes to come, And make this presence their Elysium: To pass away this high triumphal night, With song and dances, courts more soft delight. Are you God of ghosts, I have a suit depending in hell betwixt me and my conscience, I would feign have thee help me to an advocate. Mercurie shallbe your lawyer Lady, Nay faith, Mercurie has too good a face to be a right lawyer. Peace, forbear: Mercurie presents the mask. Celso, Celso, court Maria for our love Lady, be gracious, yet grace. With me Sir? Yes more loved than my breath: With you I'll dance. Why then you dance with death, But come Sir, I was near more apt for mirth. Death gives eternity a glorious breath O, to die honoured, who would fear to die. They die in fear who live in villainy. Yes, believe him Lady, and be ruled by him. Madam with me? Wouldst then be miserable? I need not wish.
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What wouldst thou, thou affliction to our house? Thou euer diuell, twas th that banishedst my truely noble Lord. I? I, by th ploe hy hy blac agems, Twelue Moons haue suffred change since I be held The loud presence of my dest Lord. O thou faire worse than death, he partes but soule From a weake body, but thou soule from soule Disseuerst, that which Gods owne hand did kni. Thou scant of honor, full of dielish wi. Weele checke your too intemperate Iauishnes, I I can, and will. What canst? Go to, in banishment thy husband dies. He euer is at home thats euer wise. Youst neuer meete more eason should Loue controule, Not meete? She that dere loues, her loue's still in her soule. You are but a woman Lady, you must yeelde. O saue me thou innated bashfulnes, Thou onely ornament of womans modestie. Modesty? Death Ile torment thee, Do, vrge all torments, all afflictions trie, Ile die, my Lords, as long as I can die. Thou obstinate, thou shalt die: captaine, that Ladies life is forfeited to Iustice, we haue examined her, And we do finde, she hath impoisoned The reerend Hermite, therefore we command Serest custody. Nay, if youle dooes no good, Youst dooes no harme, a tyrants peace is blood. O thou art mercifull, O gratious diuell, Rather by much let me condemned be, For seeming murder than be amn'd for thee. Ile mourne no more, come girt my browes with floures, Reuell and daunce, soule, now thy wish thou hast, Die like a Bride, poore heart thou shalt die chaste. Life is a frost of could felicitie, And death the thaw of all our vanitie. Wast not an honest Priest that wrote so? Who? let her in. Forbeare. Forbear. Alas is where. Sad misery, dispight your doores▪ Will enter euen in court. Peace. I ha done; one word, take heede, I ha done. Cilleman Merc, the God of ghostes, From glomie shades that spread the lower coastes, Calles fower high famed Genoa Dukes to come, And make this presence their : To passe away this high triumphall night, With song and daunces, courts more soft delight. Are you God of ghostes, I haue a sute depending in hell betwixt me and my conscience, I would aine haue thee helpe me to an advocate. Mercurie shalbe your lawier Lady, Nay faith, Mercurie haz too good a face to be a right lawier. Peace, forbeare: Mercurie presents the make. Celso, Celso, court Maria for our loue Lady, be gratious, yet grace. With me Sir? Yes more loued then my breath: With you Ile dance. Why then you dance with death, But come Sir, I was nere more apt for mirth. Death giues eternitie a glorious breath O, to die honourd, who would feare to die. They die in feare who liue in villanie. Yes, beleeue him Ladie, and be rulde by him. Madam with me? Wouldst then be miserable? I neede not wish.