Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Madam, my Uncle out of tender-love, Better to shun all scandalous suspect, That might attend on our unsuiting Iodes Will lodge you at his house, whither at times— Your Grace may have access. 'tis so indeed. Is there a back way? And a private door, A secret vault, and twenty odd tricks more. A Stove? And Arbours with sweet violet Beds, That have been priest to death with maidenheads, Where you may sport and breath, and take a rouse Pe, this Lawyer keeps a bawdy house, I shall be ready to deceive you all. My Lord, your Law-plot's, most judicial. Bnt who comes heere? some one of your cast clyents. God's me, the Countess. Mum, I cannot stay, There's a cloud rising, drives my Sun away. Is this your wife? Madam, 'tis she that was. That was and is not? how comes that to pass? I cannot tell, God & his conscience knows And the world sees Colossus on my brows, Hercules' Pillars, here's none vltra writ. Not in brass Characters? No, horns more fit. Hath not the Law divorced and made a bar twixt our affections? wert not thou content to take a pension? Which you still detain. Good wit, law-tricks and firm, you may complain. Complain I do, I kneel before the throne and sue for justice, but yet can purchase none. Complain I do Cousen. Away. O, as you are a Prince, and you a virgin. I was one long since, This is no place for passion, dry your eyes, Grief nails me to the ground, I cannot rise, I'll grow immodest, justice is exiled, And so shall duty, patience turn wild, Come, leave the Bedlam. Do, for wit and Law know she's a fool, A couple quoth jackdaw. Madam. Who calls? Madam. Horatio. In passion Lady. Discontent or so. Be not, be counselled, do not let despair, Like the rank canker bred by sultry air. Eat this young Rose of beauty in the bud: But in the April Sun of youthful blood Let the sweet blossom ripen, thrive and grow, To those full joys which none but Lovers know. The man talks idly, tell me I am fair, Lovely and young. You are, by love you are, Not fair, you are: Leander's paramour: Compared with you was a swarth blackamoor Your hair is softer than the Colchean Fleece, Your well limned features, natures master piece Your eyes too Diamonds, set in purer mould Than rocks of coral, or the Indian gold. In thy smooth chin there is an ivory pit, Where blushing Venus and young Cupid sit, Feathering of golden shafts, the wounding heads, Made of thy amber tresses finest threads. You will not buy me sure you praise me so. Yet fair, i'll bid fair for you ere I go, He that bids fair for me deceives his eye. By heaven a doth not. Wilful perjury, what means all this?
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Madam▪ my Vncle out of tender-loue, Better to ſhun all ſcandalous ſuſpect, That might attend on our vnſuiting Iodes Will lodge you at his houſe, whither at times— Your Grace may haue acceſſe. Tis ſo indeede. Is there a backe way? And a priuate doore, A ſecret vault, and twentie odde tricks more. A Stoue? And Arbors with ſweete violet Beds, That haue bin preſt to death with maiden-heads, Where you may ſport and breath, and take a rouſe Pe rdy, this Lawyer keepes a bawdie houſe, I ſhall be ready to deceiue you all. My Lord, your Law-plot's, moſt iudiciall. Bnt who comes heere? ſome one of your caſt clyents. Gods me, the Counteſſe. Mum, I cannot ſtay, There's a clowd riſing, driues my Sun away. Is this your wife? Madam, tis ſhe that was. That was and is not? how comes that to paſſe? I cannot tell, God & his conſcience knowes And the world ſees Coloſſus on my browes, Hercules Pillers, here's non vltra writ. Not in braſſe Characters? No, hornes more fit. Hath not the Lawe diuorc'd and made a bar twixt our affections? wert not thou content to take a pention? Which you ſtill detaine. Good wit, Law-trickes and firme, you may complaine. Complaine I doe, I kneele before the throane and ſue for Iuſtice, but yet can purchaſe none. Complaine I doe Couſen. Away. O, as you are a Prince, and you a virgin. I was one long ſince, This is no place for paſſion, drie your eyes, Greife nailes me to the ground, I cannot riſe, Ile grow immodeſt, iuſtice is exild, And ſo ſhall duetie, patience turne wilde, Come, leaue the Bedlam. Doe, for wit and Law knowe ſhee's a foole, A couple quoth Iack-daw. Madam. Who calles? Madam. Horatio. In paſſion Lady. Diſcontent or ſo. Be not, be counſaild, do not let diſpaire, Like the ranke cancker bred by ſultrie aire. Eate this young Roſe of beautie in the bud: But in the Aprill Sunne of youthfull blood Let the ſweet bloſſome ripen, thriue and grow, To thoſe full ioyes which none but Louers know. The man talkes idely, tell me I am faire, Louely and young. You are, by loue you are, Not faire, you are: Leanders paramour: Compar'd with you was a ſwarth Blackamour Your haire is ſofter then the Colchean Fleece, Your well lim'd features, natures maiſter peece Your eyes too Dyamonds, ſet in purer molde Then rocks of currall, or the Indian gold. In thy ſmooth chin there is an Iuorie pit, Where bluſhing Ʋenus and young Cupid ſit, Feathering of golden ſhafts, the wounding heads, Made of thy mber treſſes fineſt threds. You will not buy me ſure you praiſe me ſo. Yet faire, ile bid faire for you ere I goe, He that bids faire for me deceiues his eye. By heauen a doth not. Wilfull periurie, what meanes all this?