Barry, Lording · published 1608 · first performed or written 1603 [c.1603-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 519 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Let first blessed life forsake me, be constant My absence may procure thy more enlarge and then— desire's conceit is quick, I apprehend thee Be thou as loyal, as I constant prove, And time shall knit our mutual knot of love, Wear this my loves true pledge: I need not wish I know thou wilt return, or will I say Thou mayst conceal thyself being returned till I may make escape and visit thee. I prithee love attempt not to ascend my Chamber window by a lathered rope? th' entrance is to narrow: except this post Which may with ease, yet that is dangerous: I pray thee do it not I here some call: Farewell my constant love let after actions tell; O perfection of women! A plague of such perfection, How she woes, by negatives shows Thee? what to do? under colour of dissuasion she's truly virtuous. Tut man outward appearance is no authentic instance of the inward desires, women have sharp falcons eyes, and can soar aloft, but keep them like Falcons from flesh and they soon stoop to a gaudy lure. Why then Huguenot women are admirable Angels. But Angels make them admirable devils. My loves chaste smile to all the world doth speak her spotless innocence. Women's smiles are more of custom then of courtesy, women are creatures, their hearts and they are full of holes, apt to receive but not retain affection; Thou wilt tomorrow thou sayst be gone, if thou wilt know the worst of a countries marry before thou goest, for if thou canst endure a cursed wife, never care what company thou comest in. Come merry gallants, will you associate me to my Cousin Purges the pothecaries, and take part of my parting feasts tonight. O his wife is of the family of Love, I'll thither, perhaps I may prove of the Fraternity in time, we'll thither that's flat. What Club, Club, is Club within there. Mistress. I pray what said Master Doctor Glister, will 'a come. A sent word a would, for a was but to carry a diet to one of his patients; what call you her, she that paints a day times, and looks fair and fresh, on the outside, but in the night time is filthier than the inside of Bocardo, and is indeed far more unsavoury that know her forsooth. Went a to her. 'a had a receipt for the Grincomes in his hand, and a said a would take that in his way. 'tis well, and what guest besides him & his wife will be here at supper. The first in my Account is Master Gerarine your cousin: Master Doctor Glister and his wife: Master Drifat the Merchant, Master Lipsalve the Courtier, Master Guggin the gallant, and their pages. These I take will be your full number. Then belike my room shall be stuffed with Courtiers and gallants tonight: of all men I love not these gallants, they'll prate much but do little, they are people most uncertain: They use great words, but little sense: great Beards, but little wit: Great breeches but no money.
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Let firſt bleſt life forſake me, be conſtant My abſence may procure thy more enlarge and then — Deſires conceit is quick, I apprehend thee Be thou as loyal, as I conſtant proue, And time ſhall knit our mutuall knot of loue, VVear this my loues true pledge: I need not wiſh I know thou wo't returne, or will I ſay Thou mayſt conceale thy ſelfe being return'd till I may make eſcape and viſite thee. I prethe loue attempt not to aſcend my Chamber window by a lathered rope? th' entrance is to narrow: except this poſt VVhich may with eaſe, yet that is dangerous: I pre thee do it not I heere ſome call: Farwell my conſtant loue let after actions tel; O perfection of women! A plague of ſuch perfectiō, How ſhe woes, by negatiues ſhows Thee? what to do? vnder colour of diſſwation Shees truely vertuous. Tut man outward apparance is no authentick inſtance of the inward deſires, women haue ſharp faulcons eyes, and can ſoare aloft, but keepe them like Faulcons from fleſh and they ſoone ſtoope to a gawdy lure. Why then Hugonot women are admirable Angells. But Angels make them admirable diuels. My loues chaſt ſmile to all the world doth ſpeake hir ſpotles innocence. Womens ſmiles are more of cuſtome then of curteſy, women are creatures, their hearts and they are full of holes, apte to receiue but not retaine affection; Thou wilt to morrow thou ſaift be gone, if thou wilt know the worſt of a Cuntries marrie before thou goeſt, for if thou canſt indure a curſt wife, neuer care what company thou comeſt in. Come merry gallants, will you aſſociate me to my Couſin Purges the Potticaries, and take part of my parting feaſts to night. O his wife is of the family of Loue, Ile thither, perhaps I may proue of the Fraternity in time, weele thither thats flat. What Club, Club, is Club within there. Miſtriſſe. J pray what ſaid Maſter Doctor Gliſter, will a come. A ſent word a would, for a was but to carry a diet to one of his pacients; what call you hir, ſhe that paints a day times, and lookes faire and freſhe, on the outſide, but in the night time is filthier then the inſide of Bocardo, and is indeed far more vnſauory that know her forſooth. Went a to hir. A had a receipt for the Grincomes in his hand, and a ſaid a would take that in his way. Tis well, and what gueſt beſides him & his wife will be here at ſupper. The firſt in my Account is Maſter Gerarine your couſin: Maſter Doctor Gliſter and his wife: Maſter Drifat the Marchant, Maſter Lipſalue the Courtier, Maſter Guggin the gallant, and their pages. Theſe J take will be your full number. Then belike my roome ſhall be ſtuft with Courtiers and gallants to night: of all men I loue not theſe gallants, they'le prate much but do little, they are people moſt vncertaine: They vſe great words, but little ſence: great Beards, but little wit: Great breeches but no mony.