The Woman Hater (The Hungry Courtier) · chunk 39 of 46
Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Hold thy peace: thou canst not answer this speech: no traitor can answer it: but because you cannot answer this speech; I take it you have confessed the Treason. The Count Valour was the first that discovered him, and can witness it, but he left the matter to your Lordship's grave consideration. I thank his Lordship, carry him away speedily to the Duke. Now Lazarillo thou are tumbled down The hill of Fortune, with a violent arm; All plagues that can be, Famine, and the sword Will light upon thee, black despair will boil In thy despairing breast, no comfort by, Thy Friends far off, thy enemies are nigh. Away with him, I'll follow you, look you pinion him, and take his money from hurt, lest he swallow a shilling and kill himself. Get then on before. Now Gondarino, what can you put on now That may again deceive us, Have ye more strange illusions, yet more mists, Through which the weak eye may be led to error: What can ye say that may do satisfaction Both for her wronged honour, and your ill? All I can say or may is said already, She is unchaste, or else I have no knowledge, I do not breathe, nor have the use of sense. Dare ye be yet so wilful, ignorant, Of your own nakedness, did not your servants In mine own hearing confess They brought her to that house, we found her in; Almost by force: and with a great distrust Of some ensuing hazard. He that hath begun so worthily, It fits not with his resolution To leave of thus: my Lord I know these are but idle proofs. What says your Lordship to them? Count, I dare yet pronounce again, thy Sister is not honest. You are yourself my Lord, I like your settledness. Count thou art young, and unexperienced, in the dark hidden ways of women. Thou dar'st affirm with confidence a Lady of fifteen may be a maid. Sir if it were not so, I have a Sister would set neer my heart. Let her sit near her shame, it better fits her: call back the blood that made our stream in nearness, and turn the Currant to a better use, 'tis too much mudded, I do grieve to know it. Dar'st thou make up again, dar'st to turn face, knowing we know thee, hast thou not been discovered openly: did not our ears hear her deny thy courtings? did we not see her blush with modest anger, to be so overtaken by a trick; can ye deny this Lord? Had not your Grace, and her kind brother Been within level of her eye, You should have had a hotter volley from her More full of blood and fire, ready to leap the window, where she stood. So truly sensual is her appetite, Sir, Sir, these are but words and tricks, give me the proof. What need a better proof than your Lordship, I am sure ye have lain with her my Lord.
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Hold thy peace: thou canst not answere this speech: no Tratour can answere it: but because you cannot answere this speech; I take it you haue confessed the Treason. The Count Valore was the first that discouered him, and can witnes it, but hee left the matter to your Lordships graue consideration. I thanke his Lordship, carry him away speedily to the Duke. Now Lazarillo thou are tumbl'd downe The hill of Fortune, with a violent arme; All plagues that can be, Famine, and the sword Will light vpon thee, blacke dispaire will boyle In thy dispairing brest, no comfort by, Thy Friends farre off, thy enimies are nie. Away with him, Ile follow you, looke you pynion him, and take his money from hurt, least he swallow a shilling and kill himselfe. Get then on before. Now Gondarino, what can you put on now That may againe deceiue vs, Haue ye more strange illusions, yet more mists, Through which the weake eye may beled to error: What can ye say that may doe satisfaction Both for her wronged honour, and your ill? All I can say or may is said alreadie, She is vnchast, or else I haue no knowledge, I doe not breath, nor haue the vse of sence. Dare ye be yet so wilfull, ignorant, Of your owne nakednes, did not your seruants In mine owne hearing confesse They brought her to that house, we found her in; Almost by force: and with a great distrust Of some ensuing hazard. He that hath begun so worthily, It fits not with his resolution To leaue of thus: my Lorde I know these are but idle proues. What sayes your Lordship to them? Count, I dare yet pronounce again, thy Sister is not honest. You are your self my Lord, I like your setel'dnes. Count thou art yong, and vnexperienced, in the darke hidden wayes of women. Thou dar'st affirme with confidence a Ladie of fifteene may be a maide. Sir if it were not so, I haue a Sister would set neer my heart. Let her sit neer her shame, it better fits her: call backe the bloud that made our streame in neerenesse, and turne the Currant to a better vse, 'tis too much mudded, I doe greeue to know it. Dar'st thou make vp againe, dar'st to turne face, knowing wee know thee, hast thou not beene discouered openly: did not our eares heare her denie thy courtings? did we not see her blush with modest anger, to be so ouertaken by a tricke; can ye denie this Lord? Had not your Grace, and her kind brother Beene within leuell of her eye, You should haue had a hotter volley from her More full of bloud and fire, readie to leape the window, where she stood. So truly sensuall is her appetite, Sir, Sir, these are but wordes and trickes, giue me the proofe. What need a better proofe then your Lordship, I am sure ye haue laine with her my Lord.