Marston, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) (?) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.78 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
What a fiddler, a fiddler? now thy love. I am sure thou scornest; it nay Celia, I could tell What on the night before I went to sea, And took my leave with Hymeneal rights What, thou lisped Into my ear, a fiddler and perfumer now. And— Dear brother. Most respected signior, Believe it by the sacred end of love, What much, much wrong hath forced your patience Proceeded from most dear affied love, Devoted to your house. Believe it brother. Nay yourself when you shall hear the occurrences will say 'tis happy, comical. Assure thee brother. Shall I be brave, shall I be myself now, love, give me thy love, brothers give me your breasts, French knight reach me thy hand, perfumer thy fist. Duke I invite thee, love I forgive thee: Frenchman I hug thee, I'll know all, i'll pardon all, and I'll laugh at all. And i'll curse you all. O ye ha' interrupt a scene. Quadratus we will hear these points discussed, With apter and more calm affected hours. Well, good, good. Wast even so i'faith why then capricious mirth, Skip light moriscoes in our frolic blood, Flagged veins, sweet, plump with fresh infused joys: Laughter pucker our cheeks, make shoulders shog, With chucking lightness, love once more thy lips, For ever clasp our hands, our hearts, our Crests, Thus front, thus eyes, thus cheek, thus all shall meet. Shall clip, shall hug, shall kiss, my dear, dear sweet, Duke wilt thou see me revel, come love dance, Court gallants court; suck amorous dalliance. Beauty your heart. First sir accept my hands. she leaps too rash, that falls in sudden bands. Shall I despair? never will I love more. No sea so boundless vast but hath ashore. Why marry me. Thou canst have but soft flesh, good blood, sound bones. And that which fills up all your bracks, good stones. Stones, Trees and beasts in love still firmer prove, Than man, I'll none no holdfasts in your loves. Since not the Mistress, come on Faith the maid: Ten thousand Ducats too to boat are laid. Why then wind Cornets, lead on jolly lad. Excuse me gallants though my legs lead wrong. 'Tis my first footing, wind out nimble tongue. 'Tis well, 'tis well, how shall we spend this night? Gulp Rhenish Wine my liege, let our paunch rent, Suck merry jellies, preview but not prevent No mortal can the miseries of life. I home invite you all, come sweet, sweet wife, My liege vouchsafe thy presence, drink till the ground look blue, boy. Live still springing hopes, still in fresh new joys, May your loves happy hit in fair cheeked wives, Your flesh still plump with sapped restoratives, That's all my honest frolic heart can wish, A Fico for the mew and Envious pish, Till night, I wish good food and pleasing day, But then found rest so ends or slight writ play.
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What a fidler, a fidler? now thy loue. I am sure thou skornst; it nay Celia, I could tell What on the night before I went to sea, And tooke my leaue with Hymeneall rights What, thou lispsd Into my eare, a fidler and perfumer now. And — Deere brother. Most respected Sinior, Beleeue it by the sacred end of loue, What much, much wronge hath forc'd your patience Proceeded from most deere affied loue, Deuoted to your house. Beleeue it brother. Nay your selfe when you shall heare the occurrances will say tis happy, commicall. Assure thee brother. Shall I be braue, shall I be my selfe now, loue, giue me thy loue, brothers giue me your breasts, French knight reach me thy hand, perfumer thy fist. Duke I inuite thee, loue I forgiue thee: Frenchman I hug thee, Ile know all, ile pardon all, and Ile laugh at all. And ile curse you all. O yee ha interrupt a sceane. Quadratus we will heare these pointes discussd, With apter and more calme affected houres. Well, good, good. Wast euen so yfaith why then caprichious mirth, Skip light moriscoes in our frolick bloud, Flaggd veines, sweete, plump with fresh infused ioyes: Laughter pucker our cheekes, make shoulders shog, With chucking lightnesse, loue once more thy lippes, For euer claspe our hands, our hearts, our Creasts, Thus front, thus eyes, thus cheeke, thus all shall meete. Shall clip, shall hug, shall kisse, my deere, deere sweete, Duke wilt thou see me reuell, come loue daunce, Court gallants court; suck amorous dalliance. Beauty your heart. First sir accept my hands. Shee leapes too rash, that falls in suddeine bands. Shall I dispaire? neuer will I loue more. No sea so boundles vast but hath a shore. Why marry me. Thou canst haue but soft flesh, good bloud, sound bones. And that which fils vp all your bracks, good stones. Stones, Trees and beasts in loue still firmer prooue, Then man, Ile none no hold-fastes in your loues. Since not the Mistresse, come on Faith the maide: Ten thousand Duckets too to bote are laide. Why then winde Cornets▪ lead on iolly ladde. Excuse me gallants though my legges lead wrong▪ 'Tis my first footing, winde out nimble tongue. 'Tis well, 'tis well, how shall we spend this night▪ Gulpe Wine my liedge▪ let our paunch ▪ Suck merry Gellyes, preuiew but not preuent No mortall can the miseries of life. I home inuite you all, come sweete, sweete wife, My liedge vouchsafe thy presence, drinke till the ground looke blew, boy. Liue still springing hopes, still in fresh new ioyes, May your loues happy hit in faire cheekt wiues, Your flesh still plumpe with sap'd restoratiues, That's all my honest frolick heart can wish, A Fico for the mew and Enuious pish, Till night, I wish good food and pleasing day, But then found rest so ends or slight writ play.