The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret) · chunk 37 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 T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
Sure Cleopatra was of the same de, And did so; she was honoured ever since, Yet do not you so Niece. Wretch that I am; my heart is soft and faint; And trembles at the very thought of death, Though thoughts tenfold more grievous do torment it; I'll feel death by degrees; and first deform This my accursed face with ugly wounds, That was the first cause of my dear loves death. That were a cruel deed; yet Adelasia; In Petty's Palace of Petit pleasure, For all the world, with such a knife as this Cut off her cheeks, and nose, and was commended More than all Dames that kept their faces whole; O do not cut it. Fie on my faint heart, It will not give my hand the wished strength; Behold the just plague of a sensual life, That to preserve itself in reason's spite, And shun death's horror, feels it ten times more. Unworthy women, why do men adore Our fading Beauties, when their worthiest lives, Being lost for us, we dare not die for them? Hence hapless Ornaments that adorned this head: Disorder ever these entering carls And leave my beauty like a wilderness, That never man's eye more may dare t'invade. I'll tell you Niece; and yet I will not tell you, A thing that I desire to have you do. But I will tell you only what you might do, 'cause I would pleasure you in all I cud. I have an Ointment here, which we Dames use, To take off hair when it does grow too low Upon our foreheads, and that for a need, If you should rub it hard upon your face, Would blister it, and make it look most vildly. O give me that Aunt. Give it you virgin? that were well indeed: Shall I be thought to tempt you to such matters? None (of my faith) shall know it: gentle Aunt, Bestow it on me, and I'll ever love you. God's pity, but you shall not spoil your face. I will not then indeed. Why then Niece take it: But you shall swear you will not. No, I swear. What, do you force it from me? God's my dear, Will you misuse your face so? what, all over? Nay, if you be so desperate, I'll be gone— Fade hapless beauty, turn the ugliest face Th euer Aethiop, or affrightfull fiend showed in th'amazed eye of profaned light: See precious Love, if thou be it in air, And canst break darkness, and the strongest Towers, With thy dissolved intellectual powers, See a worse torment suffered for thy death, Than if it had extended his black force, In sevenfold horror to my hated life. Smart precious ointment. smart. and to my brain Sweat thy envenomed fury, make my eyes Burn with thy sulphur, like the lakes of hell, That fear of me may shiver him to dust, That eat his own child with the jaws of lust—
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Sure Cleopatra was of the same de, And did so; she was honord euer since, Yet do not you so Neece. Wretch that I am; my heart is softe and faint; And trembles at the veri hought of death, Though thoughts ten-folde more greuous do torment it; Ile fle death by degrees; and first deforme This my accursed face with vglie wounds, That was the first cause of my deare loues death. That were a cruell deed; yet Adelasia; In Pettis Pallace of Petit pasure, For all the worlde, with such a knife as this Cut off her cheeks, and nose, and was commended More then all Dames that kept their faces whole; O do not cut it. Fie on my faint hear, It will not giue my hand the wished strength; Beholde the iust plague of a sensuall life, That to preserue it selfe in Reasons spight, And shunne deaths horror, feels it ten times more. Vnworthy women, why doe men adore Our fading Beauties, when thir worthiest liues, Being lost for vs, we dare not die for them? Hence haplesse Ornaments that adorn'd this head: Disorder euer these entring carles And leaue my beautie like a wildernesse, That neuer mans moe may dare t'inuade. Ile tell you Nce; and yet I will not tell you, A thing that I desire to haue you doe. But I will tell you onely what you might doe, Cause I would pleasure you in all I cud. I haue an Ointment hre, which we Dames vse, To take off hair hen it does growe too lowe▪ Vpon our foreheads, and that for a neede, If you should rub it hard vpon your face, Would blister it, and make it looke most vildely. O Ge me that Aunt. Giue it you virg? that were well indeede: Shall I be thought to tempt you to such matters? None (of my faith) shall know it: gentle Aunt, Bestow it on me, and Ile euer loue you. Gods pitty, but you shall not spoile your face. I will not then indeede. Why then Neece take it: But you shall sweare you will not. No, I swere. What, doe you force it from me? Gods my deare, Will you mis-vse y ur face so? what, all ouer? Nay, if you be so desp'rate, Ile be gone— ▪ plesse bautie, turne the vgliest face Th euer Aethiop, or affrightfull fiend Shew'd in th'amaz'd eye of prophan'd light: See pretious Loue, if thou be it in ayre, And canst breake darknesse, and the strongest Towres, With thy dissolued intellectuall powers, See a woe tormen sffered for thy death, Then ifit had extended his blacke force, In seuen-fold horror to my hated life. Smart pretious ointment. smart. and to my braine Sweate thy enunom'd furie, make my eyes Burne with thy sulphre▪ like the lakes of hell, That feare of me may sher him to dust, That eate his owne childe with the jawes of lust—