Heywood, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1603 [Feb 12-Mar 6, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Worcester's Men unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
With all my heart, sweet mistress: my boots there? Fie, fie, that for my private business I should disease my friend, and be a trouble To the whole house: Nick? Anon sir. Bring forth my gelding as you love me sir, Use no more words, a hand good master Cranwell. Sir God be your good speed. Goodnight sweet Nan: nay, nay, a kiss, and part, Dissembling lips, you suit not with my heart. How business, time, and hours, all gracious proofs And are the furtherers to my new born love. I am husband now in master Frank fordes place, And must command the house, my pleasure is We will not sup abroad so publicly But in your private Chamber mistress Frankford. O sir, you are too public in your love, And master Frankford's wife. Might I crave favour, I would entreat you I might see my Chamber, I am on the sudden grown exceeding ill, And would be spared from supper. Light their hoe? See you want nothing sir, for if you do You injury that good man, and wrong me to. I will make bold: goodnight. How all conspire To make our bosom sweet and full entire, Come Nan, I prithee let us sup within. O what a clog unto the soul is sin, We pale offenders, are still full of fear, Every suspicious eye brings danger near, When they whose clear heart from offence are free, Despise report, base scandals to outface, And stand at mere defiance with disgrace. Fie, fie, you talk too like a Puritan. you have tempted me to mischief master Wendel, I have done I know not what: well, you plead custom, That which for want of wit I granted erst, I now must yield through fear: Come, come, let's in Once over shoes, we are straight o'er head in sin. My jocund soul is joyful above measure, I'll be profuse in Frankford's richest treasure. My mistress and M. Wendol my master, sup in her chamber tonight, Sisly you are preferred from being the cook to be chamber maid, of all the loves betwixt thee and me, tell me what thou thinkest of this. Mum, there's an old proverb, when the Cats away, the mouse may play. Now you talk of a Cat Sisly, I smell a Rat. Good words Ienkin, lest you be called to answer them. Why God make my mistress an honest woman: are not these good words? pray God my new master play not the knave with my old master, is there any hurt in this? God send no villainy intended, and if they do sup together, pray God they do not lie together: god keep my mistress chaste, and make us all his servants, what harm is there in all this? Nay more, here is my hand, thou shalt never have my heart unless thou say, Amen. Amen I pray God I say.
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With al my hart, sweet mistris: my boots there? Fie, fie, that for my priuate busines I should disease my friend, and be a trouble To the whole house: Nick? Anon sir. Bring forth my gelding as you loue me sir, Vse no more words, a hand good master Cranwel. Sir God be your good speed. Goodnight sweet Nan: nay, nay, a kisse, and part, Dissembling lips, you sut not with my hart. How businesse, time, and houres, all gratious proes And are the furtherers to my new borne loe. I am husband now in maister Franck fordes place, And must commaund the house, my pleasure is We will not sup abroad so publikely But in your priuate Chamber mistresse Franckford. O sir, you are too publike in your loue, And maister Franckfordes wife. Might I craue fauour, I would intreat you I might see my Chamber, I am on the sodaine growne exceeding il, And would be spard from supper. Light their hoe? See you want nothing sir, for i you do You iniury that good man, and wrong me to. I will make bold: godnight. How al conspire To make our bosome swee and ful intire, Come Nan, I prethy let vs sup within. O what a clog vnto the soule i sin, We pale offenders, are stil ful of feare, Euery suspitious eie brings danger neare, When they whose cleare hart from offence are free, Dispise report, base scandals to outface, And stand at mere defiance with disgrace. Fie, fie, you talke too like a Puritant. you haue tempted me to mischiefe maister Wendel, I haue done I know not what: wel, you plead custome, That which for want of wit I granted erst, I now must yeeld through feare: Come, come, lets in Once ore shooes, we are strait ore head in sinne. My ocond soule is ioyfull aboue measure, Ile be profuse in Frankefords richest treasure. My mistis and M. Wendol my maister, sup in her chamber to night, Sisly you are preferd from being the cooke to bee chamber maid, of all the loues betwixt thee and me, tel me what thou thinkest of this. Mum, theres an old prouerbe, when the Cats away, the mouse may play. Now you take of a Cat Sisly, I smel a Rat. Good words Ienkin, least you be cald to answere them. Why God make my mistris an honest woman: are not these good words? pray God my new maister play not the knau with my old maister, is there any hurt in this? God send no villny inended, and if they do sup together, pray God they doe not lie togither: god keepe my mistris chast, and make vs al his seruants, what harme is there in al this? Nay more, heere is my hand, thou shalt neuer haue my hart vnlesse thou say, Amen. Amen I pray God I say.