The Dutch Courtesan (Cockle de Moye) · chunk 12 of 35
Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
So seriously, that I protest no office so dangerous, no deed so unreasonable, no cost so heavy, but I vow to the utmost tentation of my best being to effect it. Sall I, or can I trust again? O fool, How natural 'tis for us to be abused! Sall ick be sure that no satiety, No enjoying, not time shall languish your affection? If there be aught in brain, heart or hand, Can make you doubtless, I am your vowed servant. Will you do one ting for me? Can I do it? Yes, yes, but ick do not love dis same Freevill. Well. Nay I do hate him. So. By this kiss I hate him. I love to feel such oaths, swear again. No, no, did you ever hear of any that loud at the first sight? A thing most proper. Now fair, I judge it all incredible, until this hour I saw you pretty fair eyed youth, would you enjoy me? Rather than my breath, even as my being. Vel, had ick not made a vow. What vow? O let me forget it, it makes us both despair. Dear soul what vow? Hah, good morrow gentle Sir, endeavour to forget me, as I must be enforced to forget all men. Sweet mind rest in you. Stay, let not my desire burst me, O my impatient heat endures no resistance, no protraction, there is no being for me but your sudden enjoying. I do not love Freevil. But what vow, what vow? So long as Freevil lives, I must not love. Then he. Must. Die. ay, no there is no such vehemence in your affects, Would I were any thing, so he were not. Will you be mine when he is not? Will I? dear, dear breast, by this most zealous kiss, but I will not persuade you: but if you hate him that I loathe most deadly, yet as you please, i'll persuade noting. Will you be only mine. Vill I? how hard 'tis for true love to dissemble, I am only yours. 'tis as irrevocable as breath, he dies. Your love. My vow, not until he be dead, Which that I may be sure not to infringe, Dis token of his death, sall satisfy, He has a ring, as dear as the air to him, His new loves gift: tat got and brought to me. I shall assured your possessed rest. To kill a man? O done safely, a quarrel sudden picked, with an advantage strike, than bribe, a little coin, all's safe, dear soul, but I'll not set you on, Nay he is gone, the ring, well, come, little more liberal of thy love. Not yet my vow. O heaven, there is no hell but loves prolongings, dear farewell. Farewell, Now does my heart swell high, for my revenge, Has birth and form, first friend shall kill his friend, He dat survives, i'll hang, besides 'd Chaste Beatrice I'll vex: only de ring. Dat got the world sall know the worst of evils. " Woman corrupted is the work of devils.
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So ſeriouſly, that I proteſt no office ſo dangerous, no deede ſo vnreaſonable, no coſt ſo heauie, but I vow to the vtmoſt tentation of my beſt being to effect it. Sall I, or can I truſt againe? O foole, How naturall tis for vs to be abuſde! Sall ick be ſure that no ſatietie, No inoying, not time ſhall languiſh your affection? If there be ought in brayne, hart or hand, Can make you doubtleſſe, I am your vowed ſeruant. VVill you doe one ting for me? Can I doe it? Yes, yes, but ick doe not loue dis ſame Freeuill. VVell. Nay I do hate him. So. By this kiſſe I hate him. I loue to feele ſuch othes, ſweare againe. No, no, did you euer heare of any that loude at the firſt ſight? A thing moſt proper. Now fai, I iudge it all incredible, vntill this houre I ſaw you pritty fayre eyed yout, would you enioy me? Rather then my breath, euen as my being. Vel, had ick not made a vow. VVhat vow? O let me forget it, it makes vs both deſpaire. Deare ſoule what vow? Hah, good morrow gentle Sir, endeuour to forget me, as I muſt be enforced to forget al lmen. Sweet mind reſt in you. Stay, let not my deſire burſt me, O my impatient heate endures no reſiſtance, no protractiō, there is no being for me but your ſuddaine inioying. I doe not loue Freeuil. But what vow, what vow? So long as Freeuil liues, I muſt not loue. Then he. Muſt. Die. I, no there is no ſuch vehemence in your affectes, VVould I were any thing, ſo he were not. VVill you be mine when he is not? VVill I? deare, deare breaſt, by this moſt zealous kiſſe, but I will not perſwade you: but if you hate him that I loath moſt deadly, yet as you pleaſe, i'le perſwade noting. VVill you be onely mine. Vill I? how hard tis for true loue to diſſemble, I am onely yours. Tis as irreuocable as breath, he dyes. Your loue. My vow, not vntill hee be dead, VVhich that I may be ſure not to infringe, Dis token of his death, ſall ſatisfie, He has a ring, as deare as the ayre to him, His new loues gift: tat got and brought to me. I ſhall aſſured your pofeſſed reſt. To kill a man? O done ſafely, a quarrell ſuddain pickt, with an aduantage ſtrike, then bribe, a little coyne, Al's ſafe, deare ſoule, but Ile not ſet you on, Nay hee is gone, the ring, well, come, little more liberall of thy loue. Not yet my vow. O heauen, there is no hell but loues prolongings, deare farewell. Farewell, Now does my hart ſwell high, for my reuenge, Has birth and forme, firſt friend al kill his friend, He dat ſuruiues, i'le hang, beſides'de Chaſt Beatrice ile vexe▪ onely de ring. Dat got the world ſall know the worſt of euils. "VVoman corrupted is the of deuils.