Chapman, George · published 1606 · first performed or written 1602 [Sep 18] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti typicality 0.78 · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Ladies my heart will break, if it be held Within the verge of this presumptuous chair. Why, Clarence is your judgement bent to show A common lovers passion? let the world, That lives without a heart, and is but show, stand on her empty, and empoisoned form, I know thy kindness, and have seen thy heart, Cleft in my uncles free, and friendly lips And I am only now to speak and act, The rites due to thy love: oh I could weep. A bitter show of tears for thy sick state, I could give passion all her blackest rites. And make a thousand vows to thy deserts, But these are common, knowledge is the bond, The seal and crown of our united minds. And that is rare, and constant, and for that, To my late written hand I give thee this, See heaven, the soul thou gav'st is in this hand. This is the knot of our eternity, Which fortune, death, nor hell, shall ever lose. What an unmannerly trick is this of thy countesse, to give the noble count her uncle the slip thus? Unmannerly, you villain? O that I were worthy to wear a dagger to any purpose for thy sake? Why young gentlemen, utter your anger with your fists. That cannot be man, for all fists are shut you know, and utter nothing, and beside I do not think my quarrel just for my Lady's protection in this cause, for I protest she does most abominable miscarry herself. Protest you saucy Iack you, I should do my country and courtship good service to beat thy colt's teeth out of thy head, for suffering such a reverend word to pass their guard; why, the oldest courtier in the world man, can do no more than protest, Indeed page if you were in France, you wood be broken upon a wheel for it, there is not the best Duke's son in France dares say I protest, till he be one and thirty year old at least, for the inheritance of that word is not to be possessed before. Well, I am sorry for my presumption then, but more sorry for my Ladies, marry most sorry for thee good Lord Momford, that will make us most of all sorry for ourselves, if we do not find her out. Why alas what should we do? all the stars of our heaven see, we seek her as fast as we can, if she be crept into a rush we will seek her out or burn her. villains where are your Ladies, seek them Out; hence, home ye monsters, nad still keep you there Where levity keeps, in her in constant Sphere, A Away you precious villains, what a plague, Of varried tortures is a woman's heart? How like a peacocks tail with different lights, They differ from themselves; the very air altars the aspen humours of their bloods. Now excellent good, now superexcellent bad. Some excellent good, some? but one of all: Wood any ignorant baby serve her friend, Such an uncivil part? 'sblood what is learning?
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Ladies my hart will breake, if it be held VVithin the verge of this presumtuous chaire. VVhy, Clarence is your iudgement bent to show A common louers passion? let the world, That liue without a hart, and is but showe, stand on her emtie, and impoisoned forme, I knowe thy kindenesse, and haue seene thy hart, Clest in my vnckles free, and friendly lippes And I am onely now to speake and act, The rit'es due to thy loue: oh I cood weepe▪ A bitter showe of teares for thy sick state, I cood giue passion all her blackest rites. And make a thousand vowes to thy deserts, But these are common, knowledge is the bond, The seale and crowne of our vnited mindes▪ And that is rae, and constant, and for that, To my late written hand I giue thee this, See heauen, the soule thou gau'st is in this hand. This is the knot of our eternitie, VVhich fortune, death, nor hell, shal euer loose. VVhat an vnmannerly trick is this of thy countesse, to giue the noble count her vnckle the slippe thus? Vnmannerlie, you villayne? O that I were worthie to weare a agger to ane purpose for thy sake? VVhy young gentlemen, vtter your anger with your fists. That cannot be man, for all fists are shut you know, and vtter nothing, and besides I doe not thinke my quarrell iust for my Ladies in this cause, for I protest she does most miscarrie her selfe. Protest you sawsie Iack you, I shood doe my countrie and court-shippe good seruice to beate thy colts teeth out of thy head, for suffering such a reuerend worde to passe their guarde; why, the oldest courtier in the world man, can doe noe more then protest, Indeede page if you were in Fraunce, you wood bee broken vpon a wheele for it, there is not the bst Dukes sonne in Fraunce dares saie I protest, till he bee one and thirtie yeere old at least, for the inheritance of that worde is not to bee possest before. VVell, I am sorie for my presumtion then, but more sorie for my Ladies, marie most sorie or thee good Lorde Momforde, that will make most of al orie for our selues, if wee doe not fynde her out. VVhy alas what shood wee doe? all the starres of out heauen see, wee seeke her as fast as we can, if shee bee crept into a rush wee will seeke her out or burne her. Villaines where are your Ladies, seeke them Out; hence, home ye monsters, nad stil keep you there VVhere leitie keepes, in her in constant Spheare, A wae you prious villaines, what a plague, Of varried tortures is a womans hart? How like a peacockes taile with different lightes, They differ from them selues; the very ayre Alters the aspen humors of their bloods. Now excellent good, now superexcellent badd. Some excellent good, some? but one of all: VVood anie ignorant babie serue her friend, Such an vnciuill part? Sblood what is learning?