Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Oh? I thought I should fetch you: you can Ha at that: Ile make you Hem anon. As I'me a sinner I think youl find the sweetest, sweetest bedfellow of her. Oh! she lookes so sugredly, so simpringly, so gingerly, so amarously, so amiably. Such a redde lippe, such a White foreheade, such a blacke eie, such a full cheeke, and such a goodly little nose, nowe shees in that French gowne, Scotch fals, Scotch bum, and Italian head-tire you sent her, and is such an intycing shee-witch, carrying the charmes of your Iewels about her. O! Did she receive them? speak: Here's is golden keys T'unlock thy lips. Did she vouchsafe to take them? Did she vouchsafe to take them, there's a question: you shall find she did vouchsafe: The troth is my Lord, I got her to my house, there she put off her own clothes my Lord and put on yours my Lord, provided her a Coach, Searched the middle I'll in Pawles, and with three Elizabeth twelvepences priest three knaves my L. hired three Liveries in Long-lane, to man her: for all which so God mend me, I'm to pay this night before Sunset. This shower shall fill them all rain in their laps, what golden drops thou wilt. Alas my Lord, I do but receive it with one hand, to pay it away with another, I'm but your Baily. Where is she? In the green velvet Chamber; the poor sinful creature pants like a pigeon under the hands of a Hawk, therefore use her like a woman my Lord: use her honestly my Lord, for alas she's but a Novice, and a very green thing. Farewell: I'll in unto her. Fie upon't, that were not for your honour: you know gentlewomen use to come to Lords chambers, and not Lords to the Gentlewomen's; I'd not have her think you are such a rank-rider: walk you here: I'll beckon, you shall see i'll fetch her with a wet finger? Do so. Hyst? why sweet heart, mistress Iustiniano, why pretty soul tread softly, and come into this room: here be rushes, you need not fear the creaking of your cork shoes. So, well said, there's his honour. I have business my Lord, very now the marks are set up: I'll get me 12.score off, and give Aim. youare welcome: Sweet you're welcome. Bless my hand With the soft touch of yours: Can you be Cruel To one so Prostrate to you? even my Heart, My Happiness, and State lie at your feet: My Hopes me flattered that the field was won, That you had yielded, (though you Conquer me) And that all Marble scales that barred your eyes From throwing light on mine, were quite ta'en off, By the Cunning Woman's hand, that Works for me, Why therefore do you wound me now with frowns? Why do you fly me? Do not exercise The Art of woman on me? I'm already Your Captive: Sweet! Are these your hate, or fears.
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Oh? I thought I should fetch you: you can Ha at that: Ile make you Hem anon. As I'me a sinner I think youl find the sweetest, sweetest bedfellow of her. Oh! she lookes so sugredly, so simpringly, so gingerly, so amarously, so amiably. Such a redde lippe, such a VVhite foreheade, such a blacke eie, such a full cheeke, and such a goodly little nose, nowe shees in that French gowne, Scotch fals, Scotch bum, and Italian head-tire you sent her, and is such an intycing shee-witch, carrying the charmes of your Iewels about her. O! Did she receiue them? speake: Heres is golden keyes T'vnlock thy lips. Did she vouchsae to take them? Did she vouchsafe to take them, thers a question: you shall find she did vouchsafe: The troath is my Lord, I gotte her to my house, there she put off her own cloths my Lord and put on yours my Lord, prouided her a Coach, Searcht the middle Ile in Pawles, and with three Elizabeth twelue-pences prest three knaues my L. hirde three Liueries in Long-lane, to man her: for al which so God mend me, I'me to paie this night before Sun-set. This showre shall fil them alraine in their laps, what golden drops thou wilt. Alas my Lord, I do but receiue it with one hand, to pay it away with another, I'me but your Baily. Where is she? In the greene veluet Chamber; the poore sinneful creature pants like a pigeon vnder the hands of a Hawke, therefore vse her like a woman my Lord: vse her honestly my Lorde, for alas shees but a Nouice, and a verie greene thinge. Farewel: Ile in vnto her. Fie vpont, that were not for your honor: you know gentlewomen vse to come to Lords chambers, and not Lordes to the Gentlewomens; Ide not haue her thinke you are such a Rank-ryder: walke you heere: Ile becken, you shal see ile fetch her with a wet finger? Do so. Hyst? why sweet heart, mistris Iustiniano, why prettie soule tread softlie, and come into this roome: here be rushes, you neede not feare the creaking of your corke shooes. So, wel saide, theres his honour. I haue busines my Lord, very now the marks are set vp: Ile get me score off, and giue Ayme. Yare welcome: Sweety'are welcome. Blesse my hand With the soft touch of yours: Can you be Cruell To one so Prostrate to you? Euen my Hart, My Happines, and State lie at your feet: My Hopes me flattered that the field was woon, That you had yeilded, (tho you Conquer me) And that all Marble scales that bard your eies From throwing light on mine, were quite tane off, By the Cunning Womans hand, that Workes for me, Why therefore do you wound me now with frownes? Why do you flie me? Do not exercise The Art of woman on me? I'me already Your Captiue: Sweet! Are these your hate, or eares.