The Dutch Courtesan (Cockle de Moye) · chunk 11 of 35
Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 526 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
A tooth ache Lady, a paltry rheum. De diet is very goot for de rheum. How far off dwells the house surgeon Mary Fough. You are a profane fellow i'faith, I little thought to hear such ungodly terms come from your lips. Pray de now, 'tis but a toy, a very trifle. I care not for the value, Frank, but i'faith- I fait, me must needs have it (dis is Beatrice ring, oh could I get it,) feet pree now, as ever you have embraced me with a hearty arm, a warm thought, or a pleasing touch, as ever you will profess to love me, as ever you do wish me life, give me dis ring, dis little ring. pray be not uncivilly importunate, sha' not ha''t, faith I care not for thee, nor thy jealousy, sha' not ha''t i'faith. You do not love me, I hear of Sir Hubert Subboys daughter Mistress Beatrice, God's Sacrament, ick could scratch out her eyes, and suck the holes. Go you're grown a punk rampant. So get thee gone, near more behold mine eyes by thee made wretched. Mary Fough farewell, farewell Frank. Sall I not ha' de ring? No by the Lord. By te Lord? By the Lord. Go to your new Blouze, your unproud sluttery, your modest Mettre forsooth. Marry will I forsooth. Will you marry forsooth? Do not turn witch before thy time. With all my heart Sir, you will stay. I am no whit myself, Video meliora proboque, But raging lust my fate all strong doth move: " The Gods themselves cannot be wise and love. Your wishes to you. Beauty entirely choice: Pray ye prove a man of fashion, and neglect the neglected. Can such a rarity be neglected, can there be measure or sin in loving such a creature: O mine poor forsaken heart. I can not contain, he saw thee not that left thee, If there be wisdom, reason, honour, grace Of any foolishly esteemed virtue, In giving o'er possession of such beauty, Let me be vicious, so I may be loved, Passion I am thy slave, sweet it shall be my grace, That I account thy love, my only virtue: Shall I swear I am thy most vowed servant. Mine vowed, go, go, go, I can no more of love, no, no, no, you been all unconstant, O unfaithful men, tyrants, betrayers, de very enjoying us, loseth us, and when you only ha' made us hateful, you only hate us: O mine forsaken heart. I must not rave, Silence and modesty two customary virtues: will you be my mistress? Mettres? ha, ha, ha. Will you lie with me? Lie with you, O no, you men will outlie any woman, fait me no more can love. No matter, let me enjoy your bed. O vile man, vat do you tinck on me, do you take me to be a beast, a creature that for sense only will entertain love, and not only for love, love? O brutish abomination! Why then I pray thee love, and with thy love enjoy me. Give me reason to affect you, will you swear you love me.
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A tooth ake Lady, a paultry rheume. De diet is very goot for de rheume. How far of dwels the houſe ſurgeon Mary Fough. You are a prophane fellow I faith, I little thought to heare ſuch vngodly termes come from your lips. Pre de now, tis but a toy, a very trifle. I care not for the valew, Franke, but I faith- I fait, me muſt needes haue it (dis is Beatrice ring, oh could I get it,) ſeet pree de now, as euer you haue embraced me with a hearty arme, a warme thought, or a pleaſing touch, as euer you will profeſſe to loue me, as euer you do wiſh me life, giue me dis ring, dis litle ring. Pree thee be not vnciuillie importunate, ſha not ha't, faith I care not for thee, nor thy ielouſie, ſha not ha't ifaith. You doe not loue me, I heare of Sir Hubert Subboys daughter Miſtreſſe Beatrice, Gods Sacrament, ick could ſcratch out her eyes, and ſucke the holes. Goe y' are growne a puncke rampant. So get thee gone, nere more behold min eyes by thee made wretched. Mary Fough farewell, farewell Franck. Sall I not ha de ring? No by the Lord. By te Lord? By the Lord. Goe to your new Blouze, your vnproude ſluttery, your modeſt Mettre forſooth. Marry will I forſooth. Will you marry forſooth? Doe not turne witch before thy time. With all my hart Sir, you will ſtay. I am no whit my ſelfe, Ʋideo meliora proboque, But raging luſt my fate all ſtrong doth moue: "The Gods themſelues cannot be wiſe and loue. Your wiſhes to you. Beautie entirely choyce: Pray yee proue a man of faſhion, and neglect the neglected. Can ſuch a raritie bee neglected, can there be meaſure or ſinne in louing ſuch a creature▪ O min poore forſaken hart. I can not containe, he ſaw thee not that left thee, If there be wiſedome, reaſon, honor, grace Of any fooliſhly eſteemed vertue, In giuing o're poſſeſſion of ſuch beautie, Let me be vitious, ſo I may be lou'de, Paſſion I am thy ſlaue, ſweete it ſhall be my grace, That I account thy loue, my onely vertue: Shall I ſweare I am thy moſt vowed ſeruant. Mine vowed, go, go, go, I can no more of loue, no, no, no, you bin all vnconſtant, O vnfaithfull men, tyrantes, betrayers, de very enioying vs, looſeth us, and when you onely ha made vs hatefull, you onely hate vs: O mine forſaken hart. I muſt not raue, Scilence and modeſty two cuſtomarie vertues: will you be my miſtreſſe? Mettres? ha, ha, ha. VVill you lie wirh me? Lie with you, O no, you men will out-lie any woman, fi me no more can loue. No matter, let me enioy your bed. O vile man, vat do you tinck on me, doe you take mee to be a beaſt, a creature that for ſence onely will entertaine loue, and not onely for loue, loue? O brutiſh abhomination! VVhy then I pray thee loue, and with thy loue enioy me. Giue me reaſon to affect you, will you ſweare you loue me.