Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Do so good friend, farewell, farewell. What a beast was I to put off my band, yet the griefs the less, because he came from Peg, which is a Wench I must confess dotes on my exterior virtues, but I can by no means affect her: only, because the poor Wretch, in heat of her passion shall not melt herself away in tears, she sometimes enforceth me to swear and protest I affect her, marry always with mental reservations for my soul's health, for you know that sometimes it is policy Courtiers and Statesmen should use fallacy. Give charge unto the cook a make not too much haste with supper, for I hope your master will be here tonight, and look you keep fast the door, let no man trouble me. I will Madam. Now thanks gentle heavens, O be you smiling still on my designs, and let your influence pour down good fortunes, and be not angry, nor no more malevolent, but make my husband's reconcilement irrevocable. Sir, I shall be shent for letting of you in. 'sblood I tell thee I will speak with her, what wouldst thou bar my chance when my whole fortunes lies on the cast. O heavens, stars, fates, Gods smile not like Summer on these Wasps no longer, that daily bussing come to sting my honour. Save thee sweet Lady, I hear thy husband is from home, which makes me come to tender thee my person's love. Your parson's Love (sir) is most commonly a benefice, O that I should be troubled with this Ass now, do you hear sir, if my husband should come and find you here we were both undone. Your husband, your husband is an ass, by this light and he should offer you but an ill look in my sight, 'twear better he had no eyes: but 'tis your own fault that would not ere now accept of the love of a Soldier, to have kept the slave in some awe. O! how reproachfully the Captain swaggers, i'll away, for fear he grow furious. But dost hear me sweet Lady, I have loved thee long, and must now enjoy thee. Fear nothing: this warlike sword of mine shall defend thine honour, this Martial blade shall do't: life it shall i'faith. Hark, hark, my husband is come. Your Husband, ha! where, where? 'tis not he? but i'll try my captains valour now. O sir, my husband, what shall I do now, he hath a Pistol in his hand too, he will kill us both. A pistol? cods my life, what shall I do then? I pray hide me somewhere. O no! as ye love me, must enjoy me, and will defend my honour, draw forth this warlike sword: this is the martial blade must do it, therefore I beseech you good Captain now or never. Gods pretious woman, he hath a pistoll, a sword no shield against a bullet.
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Doe so good friend, farwell, farwell. What a beast was I to put off my band, yet the greiefs the lesse, because he came from Peg, which is a Wench I must confesse dotes on my exterior vertues, but I can by no meanes affect hir: onely, because the poore Wretch, in heate of her passion shall not melt her selfe away in teares, shee sometimes inforceth me to sweare and protest I affect her, marry alwaies with mentall reseruations for my soules health, for you knowe that sometimes it is policie Courtiers and Statesmen should vse fallacy. Giue charge vnto the cooke a make not too much haste with supper, for I hope your maister will be here to night, and looke you keepe fast the doore, let no man trouble me. I will Madam. Now thankes gentle heauens, O bee you smiling stil on my designes, and let your influence poure down good fortunes, and be not angrie, nor no more maleuolent, but make my husbands reconcilement irreuocable. Sir, I shall be shent for letting of you in. Sblood I tell thee I will speake with her, what woldst thou barre my chance whē my whole fortunes lies on y• cast. O heauens, stars, fates, Gods smile not like Sūmer on these Wasps no longer, that daly bussing come to sting my honnour. Saue thee sweet Lady, I heare thy husband is from home, which makes me come to tender thee my persons loue. Your parsons Loue (sir) is moste commonly a benefice, O that I should bee troubled with this Asse now, doe you heare ir, if my husband should come and finde you here we were both vndone. Your husband, your husband is an asse, by this light and he should offer you but an ill look in my sight, tweare better he had no eyes: but tis your owne fault that would not ere now accept of the loue of a Souldiar, to haue kept the slaue in some awe. O! how reprochfully the Captaine swaggers, ile away, for feare he grow furious. But doost heare me sweete Lady, I haue loued thee long, and must now inioy thee. Feare nothing: this warlike sword of mine shal defend thine honour, this Martial blade shall do': life it shall yfaith. Hark, hark, my husband is come. Your Husband, ha! where, where? Tis not he? but ile trie my Captaines vallour nowe. O sir, my husband, what shall I doe now, he hath a Pistoll in his hand too, he will kill vs both. A pistoll? cods my life, what shall I doe then? I pray hide me some where. O no! as ye loue me, must inioy mee, and will defend my honour, draw forth this warlike sword: this is the martiall blade must doe it, therefore I beseech you good Captaine now or neuer. Gods pretious woman, he hath a pistoll, a sword no shield against a bullet.