Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 497 words
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Go too, put up vallenger, or i'll make you. Well sentlo another time shall serve for us. I prithee gentle love be patiented. Out ye Whore come not in my sight, For if thou dost by heaven i'll martyr thee. Caulest thou me whore, now by this light I'll have thee murdered, and if gold can do it. Gold can do much, but devil can do more, Here is a true pattern, of a common whore. Mistress what means my master to part in such a rage. Forsooth the Gentleman is jellious, But I would quickly rid him of that Fever, And if thou wouldst Blunt but content with me. What is if Mistress, it shall go hard Shall make me stack in what may profit you, Although you still thought that I loved you not. Now Blunt I see it, and will report thy love, And for asigne here take this purse of gold, And now but mark the issue of my purpose. Thou Seest that Sentloes' coin: begins to wear, And Vallenger is even now on the spur, And for my sake will empty all his treasure, And what I have I will impart to thee, But murder Sentlove, then is Florence free. Mistress if this should be done, a crash of your office were not cast away. Fear not Blunt we will not stick for that. Then here's my hand, before the sun go down, I'll do the deed Sentlove shall shortly die. The deed being done come presently to me, And we will frolic in his tragedy. O Sentlove, wert not for thy friend, How many dangers haddest thou fallen into, The mischief now abroach I did foretell, For by my means thy life in safety dwells. O my dear daughter how could he use thee thus? My son rob thee of thy fair Ornaments. And for a strumpet's love, O God, O God. Split soul a sunder, that thy sons so vild. Give me my child (Sir Eustice) as she is, A virtuous maid dishonoured by thy son. Give me my son, that I may punish him, For wronging this fair slower thy worthy child. Alack good knight, I make my moan to thee, And thou in true love canst but pity me. Alas good knight, my griefs so jumps with thine, That as I weep for thee, so pity mine. Where is my child, where is my Anabell? Here wife, let us hold hands, and in three parts, Let's sing around, and so weep out our hearts. How could the wretch (dear soul) abuse thee so. Call him not wretch, he is wretched but by me. In me consists the cause of all this woe, Fair Florence is the mistress of his heart, To her I am but as a Counterfeit, Rather I am an ethyop, foul, deformed And therefore hated of my Vallenger. O Beauteous maid, blemish not thy name, Thou art Heavenly bright, and she as black as hell.
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Go too, put vp vallenger, or ile make you. Well sentlo another time ſhall erue for vs. I prethée gentle loue be patient. Out ye Whore come not in my ſight, For if thou doſt by heauen ile martir thée. Cauleſt thou me whore, now by this light Ile haue thée murdred, and if gold can do it. Gold can do much, but deuill can do more, Héere is a true paterne, of a common whore. Miſtris what meanes my maiſter to part in ſuch a rage. Forooth the Gentleman is Iellious, But I would quickly rid him of that Feuer, And if thou wouldeſt Blunt but conent with me. What is if Miſtris, it ſhall goe hard Shall make me ſtack in what ma profit you, Although you ſtill thought that I loued you not. Now Blunt I ſée it, and will report thy loue, And for aſigne héere take this purſe of gold, And now but marke the iſſue of my purpoſe. Thou Séeſt that Sentloes coine: begins to wear, And Vallenger is euen now on the ſpur, And for my ſake will empty all his treaſure, And what I haue I will impart to thée, But murder Sentlo, then is Florence frée. Miſtris if this ſhould be done, a craſh of your office were not caſt away. Feare not Blunt we wll not ſtick for that. Then héeres my hand, before the ſun go downe, Ile do the déede Sentlo ſhall ſhortly die. The déed being done come preſently to me, And we will frollick in his tragedy. O Sentlo, wert not for thy friend, How many dangers hadeſt thou fallen into, The miſchif now abroach I did foretell, For by my meanes thy life in ſafety dwelles. O my déere daughter how could he vſe thée thus? My ſon rob thée of thy faire Onaments. And for a ſtrumpets loue, O God, O God. Split ſoule a ſunder, that thy ſons ſo vild. Giue me my child (Sir Euſtice) as ſhe is, A vertuous maid diſhonored by thy on. Giue me my on, that I may puniſh him, For wronging this aire ſlower thy worthy child. Alack good knight, I make my mone to thée, And thou in true loue canſt but pitty me. Alas good knight, my griefs ſo iumps with thine, That as I wéepe or thée, ſo pitty mine. Where is my child, where is my Anabell? Héer wife, let vs hold hands, and in thrée parts, Lets ſing around, and ſo wéep out our harts. How could the wretch (deare oule) abue thée ſo. Call him not wretch, he is wretched but by me. In mee conſiſts the caue of all this wo, Faire Florence is the miſtris of his hart, To her I am but as a Counterfit, Rather I am an ethyop, oule, deform'd And therefore hated of my Vallenger. O Beautious maid, blemiſh not thy name, Thou art Heauenly bright, and ſhe as black as hell.