The Dutch Courtesan (Cockle de Moye) · chunk 24 of 35
Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.85 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
No, no, you do not love me? By () but I do now, and whosoever dares say that I do not love you, nay honour you, and if you would vouchsafe to marry. Nay as for that think out as you will, but Gods my record, and my sister knows I have taken drink and slept upon't, that if ever I marry it shall be you, and I will marry, and yet I hope I do not say it shall be you neither. By heaven I shallbe assoon worn of health as of your enjoying: will you cast a smooth cheek upon me? I cannot tell, I have no crumped shoulders, my back needs no mantle, and yet marriage is honourable: do you think ye shall prove a Cuckold? No, by the Lord, not I? Why, I thank you i'faith: Heigho: I slept on my back this morning And dreamed the strangest dreams: Good Lord, how things will come to pass? Will you go to the banquet? If you will be mine, you shall be your own, my purse, my body, my heart is yours, only be silent in my house, modest at my table, and wanton in my bed, and the Empress of Europe cannot content, and shall not be contented better. Can any kind heart speak more discreetly affectionately: my father's consent, and as for mine, Then thus, and thus, so Hymen should begin, Sometimes a falling out, proves falling in. As you respect my virtue, give me leave To satisfy my reason, though not blood: So, all runs right, our feigned rage hath ta'en To fullest life, they are much possessed Of force most, most all quarrel: now my right friend Resolve me with open breast, free and true heart Cannot thy virtue having space to think and fortify her weakened powers with reason, Discourses, Meditations, Discipline. Divine ejaculatories, and all those aids against devils: Cannot all these curb thy low appetite and sensual fury? " There is no God in blood, no reason in desire: Shall I but live? Shall I not be forced to act Some deed, whose very name is hideous? No. Then I must enjoy Francischina. You shall: I'll lend this ring, show it to that fair Devil, It will resolve me dead, which rumor with my artificial absence, will make most firm, enjoy her suddenly. But if report go strong that you are slain, and that by me. Whereon I may be seized Where shall I find your being. At master Shatewes the jewellers, to whose breast I'll trust our secret purpose. I rest yourself, each man hath follies. But those worst of all, " Who with a willing eye, do seeing fall. 'tis true, but truth seems folly in madness spectacles, I am not now myself, no man: Farewell. Farewell. " When woman's in the heart, in the soul hell.
seed 43: T2 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
No, no, you do not loue me? By () but I do now, and whoſoeuer dares ſay that I do not loue you, nay honor you, and if you would vouchſafe to marrie. Naie as for that thinke out as you will, but Gods my record, and my ſiſter knowes I haue taken drinke and ſlept vppont, that if euer I marrie it ſhall be you, and I will marrie, and yet I hope I do not ſaie it ſhall be you neither. By heauen I ſhalbe aſſoone wearne of health as of your inioyeng: will you caſt a ſmooth cheeke vpon me? I cannot tell, I haue no crumpt ſhoulders, my back needs no mantle, and yet marriage is honorable: do you thinke ye ſhall proue a Cuckold? No, by the Lord, not I? Why, I thanke you yfaith: Heigho: I ſlept on my backe this morning And dreamt the ſtrangeſt dreames: Good Lord, how things will come to paſſe? Will you go to the banquet? If you will bee mine, you ſhall be your owne, my purſſe, my bodie, my hart is yours, onlie bee ſilent in my houſe, modeſt at my table, and wanton in my bed, and the Empreſſe of Europe cannot content, and ſhall not be contented better. Can anie kind hart ſpeake more diſcreetlie affectionatelie: my fathers conſent, and as for mine, Then thus, and thus, ſo Hymen ſhould begin, Sometimes a falling out, proues falling in. As you reſpect my vertue, giue me leaue To ſatisfie my reaſon, though not bloud: So, all runs right, our fained rage hath tane To fulleſt life, they are much poſſeſt Of force moſt, moſt all quarrell: now my right friend Reſolue me with open breſt, free and true hart Cannot thy vertue hauing ſpace to thinke and fortifie her weakened powers with reaſon, Diſcourſes, Meditations, Diſcipline. Diuine eiaculacories, and all thoſe aydes againſt deuils: Cannot all theſe curbe thy lowe appetite and ſenſuall furie? "There is no God in bloud, no reaſon in deſire: Shall I but liue? Shall I not be forc't to act Some deed, whoſe verie name is hydeous? No. Then I muſt enioy Franciſchina. You ſhall: Ile lend this ring, ſhew it to that faire Deuill, It will reſolue me dead, which rumor with my artificiall abſence, wil make moſt firme, enioy her ſodainlie. But if report go ſtrong that you are ſlaine, and that by me. Whereon I may be ſeizd Where ſhall I finde your being. At maiſter Shatewes the Iewellers, to whoſe breaſt Ile truſt our ſecret purpoſe. I reſt your ſelfe, each man hath follies. But thoſe worſt of all, "Who with a willing eie, do ſeeing fall. Tis true, but truth ſeemes folly in madneſſe ſpectacles, I am not now my ſelfe, no man: Farewell. Farewell. "When womna's in the hart, in the ſoule hell.