Dekker, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1607] (Annals) history; allegory · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
We built her up a lodging at our cost, To have her labour in our Vineyards: For till she came, no Vines could please our taste, But of her fining Set your hand to hers, Live with her in one house, fetch from our Court Maintenance to serve you all: 'twill be to her A comfort to have you stilby her sides, She has such pretty and delightful songs, That you will count your forestlabour light, And time well spent only to hear her sing. A way lose no more minutes. Not a minute: I'll set more watches then a clockmaker. What's yonder man that kneels? 'tis a Paridel Our doctor? The most wretched in your land. the most in soul dejected; the most base, And most unserviceable weed, unless You by your heavenly Influence change his vileness Into a virtual habit fit for use. Oh: we remember it; you are condemned? To Death. Deservedly. You had your hand Not coloured with his blood. No dearest Lady Upon my vowed Loyalty. The law, hath fastened on me only for attempt, It was no actual nor commenced violence That brought death with it, but intent of ill. We would not save them, that delight to kill, For so we wound ourselves: blood wrongly spilled Who pardons, hath a share in half the guilt. You struck, our laws not hard, yet what the edge Of justice could take from you, mercy gives you (Yourlife.) You have it signed, rize. May yond Clouds Muster themselves in Armies, to confound Him that shall wish you dead, hurt, or uncrownd. To run in debt thus basely for a life, To spend which, had been glory! O most vile! The good I reap from this superfluous grace, Is but to make myself like Caesar's horse, To kneel whilst he gets up: my back must bear Till the chine crack, yet still a servile fear Must lay more loads on me, and press me down. When Princes give life, they so bind men to'em, That trusting them with too much, they vndo'em. Who then but I, from steps so low would rise? Great fortunes (eanrd thus) are great Slaveries: Snatched from the common hangman's hands for this? To have my mind feel torture! now I see, When good days come, (the Gods so seldom give them;) That though we have them, yet we scarce believe them. Heart how art thou confined? and bar of room, Thart quick enough, yet livest within a tomb. His name. Campeius: Deeply learned. We hear so: But with it hear (from some whom we have weighed For judgement and experience) that he carries: A soul within him framed of a thousand wheels ' Yet not one steady. It may be the rumour That thus spreads over him, flows out of hate. Believe us no: of his, and tother's fate, The threads are too unlike, to have that woven. To gain her crown I'll not kneel thus.
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VVee built her vp a lodging at our cost, To haue her labour in our Vineyards: For till shee came, no Vines could please our taste, But of her fining Set your hand to hers, Liue with her in one house, fetch from our Court Maintenance to serue you all: t'will be to her A comfort to haue you stilby her sides, Shee ha's such prettie and delightfull songs, That you will count your forestlabour light, And time well spent only to heare her sing. A way loose no more minutes. Not a minute: Ile set more watches then a clockmaker. VVhats yonder man that kneeles? Tis Paridel Our doctor? The most wretched in your land. the most in soule deiected; the most base, And most vnseruiceable weede, vnles You by your heauenly Influence change his vilenes Into a vertuall habit fit for vse. Oh: we remember it; you are condemnd? To Death. Deseruedly. You had your hand Not coulored with his bloud. No deerest Lady Vpon my vowed Loyalty. The law, hath fastned on me only for attempt, It was no actuall nor commenced violence That brought death with it, but intent of ill. We would not saue them, that delight to kill, For so we wound our selues: bloud wrongly spilt Who pardons, hath a share in halfe the guilt. You strooke, our lawes not hard, yet what the edge Of Iustice could take from you, mercy giues you (Yourlife.) You haue it signed, rize. May yon Clouds Muster themselues in Armies, to confound Him that shall wish you dead, hurt, or vncrownd. To run in debt thus basely for a life, To spend which, had beene glory! O most vile! The good I reape from this superfluous grace, Is but to make my selfe like Casars horse, To kneele whilst he gets vp: my backe must beare Till the chine crack, yet still a seruile feare Must lay more loades on me, and presse me downe. VVhen Princes giue life, they so bind men to'em, That trusting them with too much, they vndo'em. VVho then but I, from steps so low would rise? Great fortunes (eanrd thus) are great Slaueries: Snatcht from the common hangmans hands for this? To haue my mind feele torture! now I see, VVhen good dayes come, (the Gods so seldome giue them;) That tho we haue them, yet we scarce beleeue them. Heart how art thou confinde? and bard of roome, Thart quicke enough, yet liuest within a tombe. His name. Campeius: Deeply learnd. We heare so: But with it heare (from some whome we haue weied For iudgement and experience) that he caries: A soule within him framde of a thousand wheeles' Yet not one steddy. It may be the rumor That thus spreades ouer him, flowes out of hate. Belieue vs no: of his, and tothers fate, The threedes are too vnlike, to haue that wouen. To gaine her crowne Ile not kneele thus.