Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) · before the Court unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
By my troth if you were no crueler than I, I could find in my heart to let him go. Could you so sir, the more pitiful justice you. Nay I did but to try you, if you have no pity, I'll ha' none, away he's a Thief, to prison with him. I am content sir. Are you content, bring him back, nay then you shall not go. I'll be as cruel as you can wish: you're content, belike you have a trick to break prison, or a bribe for the Officers. For us sir? For you sir? what colour's silver I pray, you near saw money in your life:— I'll not trust you with him, Latronello and Fucato, lay hold upon him, to your charge I commit him. Oh, I beseech you sir. Nay if I must be cruel, I will be cruel. Good sir, let me rather go to prison. You desire that,— I'll trust no prison with you, I'll make you lie in mine own house, or I'll know why I shall not. Merciful sir. Since you have no pity I will be cruel. Very good sir, you please us well. You shall appear tomorrow sirs. Upon my knees sir. You shall be hanged out a'th' way, away with him Latronello, and Fucato,— Officers I discharge you my house, I like not your company. Report me as you see me, fire and fuel, If men be Jews, justices must be cruel. So sir, Extremes set of all Actions thus, Either too tame, or else too tyrannous: He being bent to fury, I doubt now We shall not gain access unto your love or she to us. Most wishfully here she comes. Is that she? This is she my Lord. A modest presence. Virtue bless you Lady, You wish me well sir. I'd first in charge this kiss, and next this paper, You'll know the language, 'tis Fidelios. My ever vowed love, how is his health? As fair as is his favour with the Prince. I'm sick with joy, does the Prince love him so? His life cannot requite it, Not to wrong the remembrance of his love, I had a token for you, kept it safe, Till by misfortune of the way this morning, Thieves set upon this Gentleman and myself, And with the rest robbed that. Oh me, I'm dearly sorry for your chance, was it your loss? They boldly look you in the face that robbed you, No farther villains than my uncles men. What Lady? 'tis my grief I speak so true. Why my Lord? But give me pausing Lady: was he one that took the examination? One and the chief. Henceforth hang him that is no way a thief, Then I hope few will suffer,— nay all the jest was, he committed him to the charge of his fellows, and the rogue made it lamentable, cried to leave'em. None live so wise but fools may once deceive 'em?
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By my troth if you were no crueller then I, I could find in my hart to let him goe. Could you ſo ſir, the more pittiful Iuſtice you. Nay I did but to trie you, if you haue no pittie, Ile ha none, away hee's a Theefe, to priſon with him. I am content ſir. Are you content, bring him backe, nay then you ſhall not goe. Ile be as cruel as you can wiſh: y'are content, belike you haue a tricke to breake priſon, or a bribe for the Officers. For vs ſir? For you ſir? what colour's ſiluer I pray, you nere ſaw mony in your life:—Ile not truſt you with him, Latronello and Fucato, lay hold vpon him, to your charge I commit him. Oh, I beſeech you ſir. Nay if I muſt be cruell, I will be cruell. Good ſir, let me rather goe to priſon. You deſire that▪—Ile truſt no priſon with you, Ile make you lye in mine own houſe, or Ile know why I ſhal not. Mercifull ſir. Since you haue no pittie I will be cruell. Verie good ſir, you pleaſe vs well. You ſhall appeare to morrow ſirs. Vpon my kees ſir. You ſhall be hang'd out a'th way, away with him Latronello, and Fucato,—Officers I diſcharge you my houſe, I like not your companie. Report me as you ſee me, fire and fuell, If men be Iewes, Iuſtices muſt be cruell. So ſir, Extreames ſet of all Actions thus, Eyther too tame, or elſe too tyranous: He being bent to furie, I doubt now We ſhall not gaine acceſſe vnto your loue or ſhe to vs. Moſt wiſhfully here ſhe comes. Is that ſhee? This is ſhe my Lord. A modeſt preſence. Vertue bleſſe you Ladie, You wiſh me well ſir. I'de firſt in charge this kiſſe, and next this paper, You'le know the language, tis Fidelios. My euer vowed loue, how is his health? As faire as is his fauour with the Prince. I'me ſick with ioy, do's the Prince loue him ſo? His life cannot requite it, Not to wrong the remembrance of his loue, I had a token for you, kept it ſafe, Till by misfortune of the way this morning, Theeues ſet vpon this Gentleman and my ſelfe, And with the reſt robd that. Oh me, I'me deerly ſorie for your chance, was it your loſſe? They boldly looke you in the face that rob'd you, No farther villaines then my vncles men. What Ladie? Tis my griefe I ſpeake ſo true. Why my Lord? But giue me pawſing Lady: was hee one that tooke the examination? One and the chiefe. Hence-forth hang him that is no way a theefe, Then I hope few will ſuffer,—nay all the ieſt was, hee committed him to the charge of his fellowes, and the rogue made it lamentable, cryed to leaue'em. None liue ſo wiſe but fooles may once deceiue em?