2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody (The Second Part of Queen Elizabeth's Troubles) · chunk 29 of 44
Heywood, Thomas · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Mother of me 'tis so, In a French Tavern Kissing the Lady, and the Sea betwixt us: I am for you M. Iohn: thus in my gown and slippers, And nightcap and gown i'll step over to France, Here Tawnycoat, receive thou my sealed ring, Bear it to my Factor, bid him by that token Sort thee out forty pounds worth of such wares As thou shalt think most beneficial: Thou art a freeman, up with thy Trade again, I'll raise thee Roland, if God say Amen. I know not how. Tut bones a me man peace, Hobson will do't; Tou owest me but twenty pound, I'll venture forty more, Timothy here shall be thy witness To my Factor in this business. To all our friends in London say, I am gone over to France, I am for your M. Iohn. Sweet youth thou art too young, and yet scarce ripe To taste the sweetness of my mellowed love. That's the reason I set thy teeth an edge thus, but thou know'st I promised to have about with thee at our last parley, and I am come to perform my word, name the weapon. Nothing but kisses, and enticing looks, Then ward your lips well, or you'll ha' the first venney. I have no ward but this; my tender Sex Have not the manly skill to break a thrust: Oh how I dote on thee! I have tried ere now The sweaty Spaniard, and the carousing Dane, The foggy Dutch-man, and the fiery French, The brisk Italian, and indeed what not: And yet of all and all, the Englishman Shall go for me: I yo'are the truest Lovers, The ab est, last night, and the truest men That breath beneath the Sun. Why then the Englishman for thy money, God a mercy little rogue, there's no love lost i'll assure thee. I am my Master's Factor, and thou hast a Commodity that I must needs take up, and not en er't into his Cash-book neither. Little thinks my master in England, what ware I deal withal here in France: but since 'tis offered me at the best hand, i'll venture on't though I be a looser by the bargain. I would be private, lest the tell-tale air Whisper our love. I prithee let us in, To the inner chamber, I am jealous Of all eyes but mine own to look upon thee, I would have none to see thee but myself: In amorous arms to fold thee but myself: To associate, talk, discourse or dally with thee: Clip, grasp hands, or kiss thee but myself. Who would not be a Merchant venturer, and lie out for such a fair return; I shall venture the doubling of my years presently: I think I have met with a better Commodity than Matches, and my Master cannot say but he hath met with his match: this 'tis to have the Land & the Sea betwixt me & my mast, here can I keep my french Revels, and none say so much as black is mine eye, preach little pinkany bestow this jewel a me.
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Mother of mee tis so, In a French Tauerne Kissing the Ladie, and the Sea betwixt vs: I am for you M. Iohn: thus in my gowne and slippers, And night-cap and gowne ile steppe ouer to France, Here Tawnicote, receiue thou my seal'd ring, Beare it to my Factor, bid him by that token Sort thee out fortie pounds worth of such wares As thou shalt think most beneficiall: Thou art a free-man, vp with thy Trade agen, Ile raise thee Rouland, if God say Amen. I know not how. Tut bones a mee man peace, Hobson will doo't; Tou owest me but twentie pound, Ile venture fortie more, Timothy here shall be thy witnesse To my Factor in this businesse. To all our friends in London say, I am gone Oner to France, I am for your M. Iohn. Sweet youth thou art too yong, and yet scarse ripe To taste the sweetnesse of my mellowed loue. That's the reason I set thy teeth an edge thus, but thou knowst I promis'd to haue about with thee at our last parlay, and I am come to performe my word, name the weapon. Nothing but kisses, and enticing lookes, Then ward your lips well, or youle ha the first venney. I haue no warde but this; my tender Sex Haue not the manly skill to breake a thrust: Oh how I dote on thee! I haue tride ere now The sweatie Spaniard, and the carowsing Dane, The foggy Dutch-man, and the fiery French, The briske Italian, and indeede what not: And yet of all and all, the Englishman Shall goe for me: I yo'are the truest Louers, The ab est, last night, and the truest men That breath beneath the Sunne. Why then the Englishman for thy money, God a mercy little rogue, there's no loue lost ile assure thee. I am my Masters Factor, and thou hast a Commoditie that I must needs take vp, and not en er't into his Cash-booke neither. Little thinkes my master in England, what ware I deale withall here in France: but since tis offer'd me at the best hand, ile venter on't though I be a looser by the bargaine. I would be priuate, least the tell-tale ayre VVhisper our loue. I prethe let vs in, To the inner chamber, I am iealous Of all eyes but mine owne to looke vpon thee, I would haue none to see thee but my selfe: In amorous armes to fold thee but my selfe: To associate, talke, discourse or dally with thee: Clip, graspe hands, or kisse thee but my selfe. VVho would not be a Marchant venturer, and lay out for such a faire returne; I shall venture the doubling of my years presently: I thinke I haue met with a better Commoditie then Matches, and my Master cannot say but hee hath met with his match: this tis to haue the Land & the Sea betwixt me & my maste, here can I keepe my french Reuels, and none say so much as blake is mine eye, preche litle pinckany bestow this Iewell a me.