The Dutch Courtesan (Cockle de Moye) · chunk 30 of 35
Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
What your a learned wanton, and proceed by art? Go little wag, pleasure should have a crane's long neck, to relish de Ambrosia of Delight. And Ick pre de tel me, for me loves to hear of manhood Very much, Isait: Ick prede (vat vas me a saying) Oh, Ick prede tell a me: How did you kill a metre Frevile? Why quarreled a set purpose, drew him out, Singled him, and having th'advantage of my sword and might, ran him through and through. Vat did you vid him van he was sticken? I dragged him by the heels to the next wharf and spurned him in the River. Seize, seize him: O monstrous? O ruthless Villain? What mean you Gentlemen? by heaven, Speak not of any thing that's good. Your errors gives you passion: Frevile lives. thy own lips say, thou liest. Let me die if at Shatewes the jeweller, he lives not safe untouched. Mean time to strictest guard, to sharpest prison. No rudeness Gentlemen: I'll go undragged. O wicked, wicked Devil. Sir, the day of trial is this morn, Let's prosecute the sharpest rigor, and severest end: " Good men are cruel, when theyare vices friend. Woman we thank thee, with no empty hand, Strumpets are fit, fit for something. ay, for Hell: O thou unreprievable, beyond all Measure of Grace damned immediately: That things of beauty created for sweet use: Soft comfort, and as the very music of life, Custom should make so unutterably hellish? O heaven, what difference is in women, and their life? What man, but worthy name of Man: Would leave the modest pleasures of a lawful bed: The holy union of two equal hearts Mutually holding either dear as health, The undoubted issues, joys of chaste sheets, The unfeigned embrace of sober Ignorance: To twine the unhealthful loins of common Loves, The prostituted impudence of things. Senseless like those by Cataracts of Nile, " Their use so vile, takes away sense how vile, To love a creature, made of blood and hell, " Whose use makes weak, whose company doth shame, Whose bed doth beggar: issue doth defame. Metre Frevile live: ha, ha, live at mestre Shatewes: Much at metre Shatews. Frevile is dead. Malhereux sall hang, And sweet devil, dat Beatrice would but run mad, dat she would but run mad, den me would dance and sing, Metre Don Dubon, me pre ye now go to mistress Beatrice, tell her Frevile is sure dead, and dat he Curse herself especially, for dat he was Sticked in her quarrel, swearing in his last gasp, Dat if it had been in mine quarrels, 'twould never have grieved him. I will. Prede do, and say any ting dat vil vex her. Let me alone to vex her. Vil you, vil you make a her run mad? here take Dis ring, sea me scorn to wear any ting dat washers, Or his: I prede torment her, Ick cannot love her, She honest and virtuous forsooth. Is she so? O vile creature? then let me alone with her.
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What your a lerned wanton, and proceed by art? Go little vag, pleaſure ſhould haue a Cranes long necke, to reliſh de Ambroſia of Delight. And Ick pre de tel me, for me loues to heare of manhood Verie muſh, Iſait: Ick prede (vat vas me a ſaieng) Oh, Ick prede tell a me: How did you kill a metre Frevile? Why quareld a ſet purpoſe, drew him out, Singled him, and hauing th'advantage of my ſword and might, ran him through and through. Vat did you vid him van he was ſticken? I dragd him by the heeles to the next wharffe and ſpurnd him in the Riuer. Seize, ſeize him: O monſterous? O ruthleſſe Villaine? What meane you Gentlemen? by heauen, Speake not of anie thing thats good. Your errors giues you paſsion: Frevile liues. Thie own lips ſaie, thou lieſt. Let me die if at Shatewes the Ieweller, he liues not ſafe vntoucht. Meane time to ſtrickteſt guard, to ſharpeſt priſon. No rudeneſſe Gentlemen: Ile go vndragd. O wicked, wicked Diuell. Sir, the daie of triall is this morn, Lets proſecute the ſharpeſt rigor, and ſeuereſt end: "Good men are cruell, when the'are vices friend. Woman we thanke thee, with no emptie hand, Strumpets are fit, fit for ſom-thing. I, for Hell: O thou vnrepriueable, beyond all Meaſure of Grace dambd immediatlie: That things of beautie created for ſweet vſe: Soft comfort, and as the verie muſicke of life, Cuſtome ſhould make ſo vnutterablie helliſh? O heauen, what difference is in women, and their life? What man, but worthie name of Man: Would leaue the modeſt pleaſures of a lawfull bed: The holie vnion of two equall harts Mutuallie holding either deere as health, The vndoubted yſſues, Ioyes of chaſt ſheetes, The vnfained imbrace of ſober Ignorance: To twine the vnhealthfull loynes of common Loues, The proſtituted impudence of things. Senceleſſe like thoſe by Cataracks of Nyle, "Their vſe ſo vile, takes awaie ſence how vile, "To loue a creature, made of bloud and hell, "Whoſe vſe makes weake, whoſe companie doth ſhame, "Whoſe bed doth begger: yſſue doth defame. Metre Frevile liue: ha, ha, liue at meſtre Shatewes: Muſh at metre Shatews. Frevile is dead. Malhereux ſall hang, And ſwete diuel, dat Beatrice would but run mad, dat ſhe would but run mad, den me would dance and ſing, Metre Don Dubon, me pre ye now go to Meſtres Beatrice, tel her Frevile is ſure ded, and dat he Curſſe hir ſelfe eſpeciallie, for dat he was Sticked in hir quarrell, ſwering in his laſt gaſpe, Dat if it had bin in mine quarrels, Twould neuer haue greeued him. I will. Prede do, and ſaie anie ting dat vil vex her. Let me alone to vex her. Vil you, vil you mak a her run mad? here take Dis ring, ſea me ſcorne to wear anie ting dat washers, Or his: I prede torment her, Ick cannot loue her, She honeſt and vertuous forſooth. Is ſhe ſo? O vile creature? then let me alone with her.