Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Thou readst a false comment boy, call him again; yet do not, my heart shall break ere it bend. Or else it holds not the true temper of womanhood, but faith tell me Madam, do you love him? As a Welshman doth toasted cheese, I cannot dine without him, he's my pillow I cannot sleep quietly without him; my rest, I cannot live without him. O that he knew it Lady. He does, he would never have left me else, he does You called him fool, but methinks he proves a physician, has found the disease of your liver, by the complexion of your looks, but see he returns. And now methinks I loathe him more than I loved him; go run for Hortensio my guardian, bid him come armed, thet's intent of treason tell him. My Lady cannot choose but dance well, she's so full of pretty changes. I wonder you dare come in my sight, considering the wrong you did me. I came I confess, but with no intent to see you I protest, and that shall be manifested by the shortness of my stay. 'tis too long and 'twere shorter than 'tis, will he not court me? not? nor speak to me neither? nay never ask pardon, 'tis to late, we shall ha'you come to my window one of these mornings with music, but do not, my patience is too much out of tune, out of my sight I hate thee, worse than I loathe painting, I hate thee, out of my sight. Enough, will you be a quiet woman yet? will you, speak afore my resolve take strength? will you, do but say you are sorry I ask no mends but a kiss, kindly, come: shall I have't? I'll kiss a toad first. You will, remember this another time, a toad you will: I know thou lov'st me, and I see the pride of thy humour; I do, and thou shalt know I do; half an hour hence we shall have you weeping on your knees, with O my Aspero would I had died when I rejected thee, but do, weep till I pity thee; a toad! i'll make thee creep on thy knees for a kiss. you will. Thy bare knees, I will, and go without it to. Out humoured? O I would sell my part of immortality. But to touch my hand, thou wouldst, I know thou wouldst, O how spleen swells me? help Hortensio, creep a my knees? Hortensio. How fares my beauteous charge? weeping Lady? the law shall fetch red water from his veins that hath drawn blood of your eyes, is this the traitor? Traitor? in thy disloyal throat thou liest. O monstrous, a wish's you choked my Lord. How! choked? I choked? for a wish's the traitor in your throat, and he's a very small traitor that is not able to choke a wiser man than your Lordship. Down with him. ay, down with him, if he stick in your throat, and spare not.
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Thou readſt a falſe comment boy, call him againe; yet doe not, my heart ſhall breake ere it bend. Or els it holdes not the true temper of woman▪ hood, but faith tell me Madam, do you loue him? As a Welchman doth toaſted cheeſe, I cannot dine without him, hee's my pillow I cannot ſleep quietly without him; my reſt, I cannot liue without him. O that he knew Lady. He does, he would neuer haue left me els, he You calld him foole, but me thinks he prooues a phyſitian, has found the diſeaſe of your liuer, by the complexion of your lookes, but ſee he returnes. And now me thinks J loath him more then I lou'd him▪ goe run for Hortenſio my guardian, bid him come armd, thet's intent of treaſon tell him. My Lady cannot chooſe but dance well, ſhees ſo full of prety changes. I wonder you dare come in my ſight, conſidering the wrong you did me. I came I confeſſe, but with no intent to ſee you J proteſt, and that ſhall be manifeſted by the ſhortnes of my ſtay. Tis too long and twere ſhorter then tis, will he not court me? not? no ſpeak to me neither? nay neuer ask pardon▪ tis to late, we ſhal ha'you come to my window one of theſe mornings with muſicke, but doe not, my patience is to much out of tune, out of my ſight I hate thee, worſe then I loath painting, I hate thee, out of my ſight. Inough, will you be a quiet woman yet? will you, ſpeake afore my reſolue take ſtrength? will you, do but ſay you are ſorry I aske no mends but a kiſſe, kindly, come: ſhall I hat'e? Ile kiſſe a toad firſt. You will, remember this another time, a toade you will: J know thou lou'ſt me, and J ſee the pride of thy humour; I doe, and thou ſhalt know I doe; halfe an hower hence wee ſhall haue you weeping on your knees, with O my Aſpero would I had died when I reiected thee, but doe, weepe till J pitty thee; a tooad! ile make thee creepe on thy knees for a kiſſe. you will. Thy bare knees, J will, and goe without it to. Out humourd? O I would ſell my part of immortality. But to touch my hand, thou wouldſt, I know thou woldſt, O how ſpleene ſwells mee? helpe Hortenſio, creepe a my knees? Hotenſio. How fares my beautious charge? weeping Lady? the law ſhall fetch red water from his veynes that hath drawne bloud of your eies, is this the traytor? Traytor? in thy diſloyall throte thou lieſt. O monſtrous, a wiſhes you choakt my Lord. How! choakt? I choakt? for a wiſhes the traytor in your throate, and hee's a very ſmall traytor that is not able to choake a wiſer man then your Lordſhip. Downe with him. I, downe with him, if he ſtick in your throat, and ſpare not.