The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret) · chunk 32 of 42
Chapman, George · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) or Children of Paul’s (second) unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Good sir, say your worst, For I will meet him, and that presently. Then be content I pray, and leave me out, And meet hereafter as you can yourselves. No, no sir, no, 'tis you must fetch him to me, And you shall fetch him, or I'll do your errand. 'swounds what a spite is this, I will resolve T'endure the worst; 'tis but my foolish fear, The plot will be discovered: O the gods! 'tis the best sport to play with these young dames; I have dissembled, Mistress, all this while Have I not made you in a pretty taking? O 'tis most good; thus you may play on me; You cannot be content to make me love A man I hated till you spoke for him, With such enchanting speeches, as no friend Could possibly resist: but you must use Your villainous wit, to drive me from my wits: A plague of that bewitching tongue of yours; Would I had never heard your scurvy words. Pardon dear Dame, I'll make amends i'faith, Think you that I'll play false with my dear Vincentio I swore that sooner Hybla should want bees, And Italy bone robes, than I; faith And so they shall. Come, you shall meet, and double meet, in spite O all your foes, and Dkes that dare maintaine them, A plague of all old doters, I disdain them: Sd like a friend; O let me combe the cokscombe. Here is the place will do the deed i'faith; This Duke will show thee how youth puts down age, I and perhaps how youth does put down youth. If I shall see my love in any sort Prevented, or abused, th'abuser dies. I hope there is no such intent my Liege, For sad as death should I be to behold it. You must not be too confident my Lord, Or in your daughter or in them that guard her. The Prince is politic, and envies his Father: And though not for himself, nor any good Intended to your daughter, yet because He knows 'twould kill his father, he would seek her. Whist whist whist, they come. Come, meet me boldly, come, And let them come from hunting when they dare. has the best spirit. Spirit? what a plague, Shall a man fear caprices? you forsooth Must have your love come t'ee, and when he comes, Than you grow shamefaced, and he must not touch you: But fie, my Father comes, and foe, my Aunt, O 'tis a witty hearing, is't not think you? Nay, pray thee do not mock her gentle friend. Nay, you are even as wise a wooer too, If she turn from you you even let her turn, And say; you do not love to force a Lady. 'tis too much rudeness; gosh hat, what's a Lady? Must she not be touched? what. is she copper think you? And will not bide the touch stone? kiss her Vince, And thou dost love me, kiss her.
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Good sir, say your worst, For I will meete him, and that presently. Then be content I pray, and leaue me out, And meete heereafter as you can your selues. No, no sir, no, tis you must fetch him to me, And you shal fetch him, or Ile do your arrand. Swounds what a spight is this, I will resolue T'endure the worst; tis but my foolish feare, The plot will be discouerd: O the gods! Tis the best sport to play with these young dames; I haue dissembl'd, Mistris, all this while Haue I not made you in a pretty taking? O tis most good; thus you may play on me; You cannot be content to make me loue A man I hated till you spake for him, such nchanting speeches, as no friend Could possily resist: but you must vse Your villanous wit, to driue me from my wits: A plague of that bewitching tongue of yours; Wou'd I had neuer heard your scuruie words. Pardon deare Dame, Ile make amends ifaith, Thinke you that Ile play false with my deare Vince I swore sooner Hybla should want bees, And Italy bon robes, then I; faith And so they shall. Come, you shll meete, and double meete, in spight O all your foes, and Dkes that dare maintaine them, A plague of al old doters, I disd aine them: Sd like a friend; O let me combe the cokscombe. Heere is the place will doe the deede ifaith; This Duke will shew thee how youth puts downe age, I and perhaps how youth does put downe youth. If I shall see my loue in any sort Preuented, or abusde, th'abuser dies. I hope there is no such intent my Liege, For sad as death should I be to behold it. You must not be too confident my Lord, Or in your daughter or in them that guard her. The Prince is polike, and enuies his Father: And though t for himselfe, nor any good Intended to your daughter, yet because He knowes t'would kill his father, he would seeke her. Whist▪ whst, they come. Come, meete me boldly, come, And let them come from hunting when they dare. Haz the best spirit. Spirit? what a plague, Shall a man feare Capriches? you forsooth Must haue your loue come t'ee, and when he comes, Then you grow shamefac'd, and he must not touch you: But fie, my Father comes, and foe, my Aunt, O a hearing, ist not thinke you? Nay, pray thee doe not mocke her gentle friend. Nay, you are euen as wise a wooer too, If she turne from you you euen let her turne, And say; you doe not loue to force a Lady. T'is too much rudenesse; gosh hat, what's a Lady? Must she not be touch'd? what. is she copper thinke you? And will not bide the touch stone? kisse her Vince, And thou doost loue me, kisse her.