The Woman Hater (The Hungry Courtier) · chunk 46 of 46
Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
What a slovenly little villain art thou, why dost thou not stroke up thy hair? I think thou ne'er comb'st it: I must have it lie in better order; so, so, so, let me see thy hands, are they washed? I would they were loose for thy sake. She tortures him admirably. The best that ever was. Alas how cold they are poor golls, why dost thee not get thee a musse? Madam, her's an old Country gentlewoman at the door, that came nodding up for justice, she was with the Lord Gondarino today, and would now again come? to the speech of him; she says. Let her in, for sport's sake, let her in. Mercy O Duke, I do appeal to thee: plant Cannons there, and discharge them against my breast rather: nay first, let this she fury sit still where she does, and with her nimble fingers stroke my hair, play with my finger's ends, or anything, until my panting heart have broken my breast. You must abide her censure. I see her come, unbutton me, for she will speak. Where is he Sir? Save me, I hear her. There he is in state, to give you audience. How does your good Lordship? Sick of the spleen. How? Sick. Will you chew a Nutmeg, you shall not refuse it, 'tis very comfortable. Nay now thou art come, I know it is the devils jubilee, hell is broke loose: My Lord, If ever I have done you service, Or have deserved a favour of your Grace, Let me be turned upon some present Action, Where I may sooner die, then languish thus; Your Grace hath her petition, grant it her, and ease me now at last. No Sir, you must endure. For my petition; I hope your Lordship hath remembered me. Faith I begin to pity him, Arrigo take her off, bear her away; say her petition is granted. Whether do you draw me Sir? I know it is not my Lord's pleasure I should be thus used, before my business be dispatched? You shall know more of that without. Unbind him Ladies, but before he go, this he shall promise; for the love I bear to our own sex, I would have them still hated by thee, and enjoin thee as a punishment, never hereafter willingly to come in the presence or fight of any woman, nor never to seek wrongfully the public disgrace of any. 'tis that I would have sworn, and do: when I meddle with them, for their good, or their bad; may Time call back this day again, and when I come in their companies, may I catch the pox, by their breath, and have no other pleasure for it. Ye are too merciful. My Lord, I showed my sex the better. All is overblown Sister, you're like to have a fair night of it, and a Prince in your arms: let's go my Lord. Thus through the doubtful Streams of joy and True love doth wade, and finds at last relief.
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What a slouenly little villaine art thou, why dost thou not stroke vp thy haire? I thinke thou ne're comb'st it: I must haue it lie in better order; so, so, so, let me see thy hands, are they washt? I would they were loose for thy sake. She tortures him admirably. The best that euer was. Alas how cold they are poore golls, why do'st thee not get thee a musse? Maddam, her's an old Country gentlewoman at the doore, that came nodding vp for Iustice, she was with the Lord Gondarino to day, and would now againe come? to the speech of him; she sayes. Let her in, for sports sake, let her in. Mercie O Duke, I doe appeale to thee: plan Cannons there, and discharge them against my brest rather: nay first, let this shee furie sit still where shee do's, and with her nimble fingers stroake my haire, play with my fingers endes, or anything, vntill my panting heart haue broken my brest. You must abide her censure. I see her come, vnbutton mee, for she wil speake. Where is hee Sir? Saue mee, I heare her. There he is in state, to giue you audience. How doe's your good Lordship? Sicke of the spleene. How? Sicke. Will you chew a Nutmeg, you shall not refuse it, tis very comfortable. Nay now thou art come, I know it is the Diuels Iubile, hell is broke loose: My Lord, If euer I haue done you seruice, Or haue deseru'd a fauour of your Grace, Let me be turn'd vpon some present Action, Where I may sooner die, then languish thus; Your Grace hath her petition, grant it her, and ease mee now at last. No Sir, you must endure. For my petition; I hope your Lordship hath remembred me. Faith I begin to pittie him, Arrigo take her off, beare her away; say her petition is granted. Whether doe you draw me Sir? I know it is not my Lords pleasure I should be thus vsed, before my busines be dispatched? You shall know more of that without. Vnbind him Ladies, but before he goe, this hee shal promise; for the loue I beare to our own sex, I would haue them still hated by thee, and inioyne thee as a punishmēt, neuer herafter willingly to come in the presence or fight of any woman, nor neuer to seeke wrongfully the publike disgrace of any. Tis that I would haue sworne, and doe: when I meddle with them, for their good, or their badde; may Time call back this day againe, and when I come in their companies, may I catch the poxe, by their breath, and haue no other pleasure for it. Ye are too mercifull. My Lord, I shew'd my sexe the better. All is ouer-blowne Sister, y'are like to haue a faire night of it, and a Prince in your armes: lets goe my Lord. Thus through the doubtfull Streams of Ioy and True loue doth wade, and finds at last releefe.