Heywood, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 [1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Lucrece shall pardon him, we ha' took our leaves of our wives, nor shall Collatine be before us, though our Ladies in other things come behind you. I must be swayed: the joys and the delights of many thousand nights meet all in one to make my Lucrece happy. I am bound to your strict will, to each good-night. To horse, to horse, Lucrece we cannot rest, Till our hot lust embosom in thy breast. With no unkindness we should our Lords upbraid, Husbands and Kings must always be obeyed. Nothing save the high business of the slate, And the charge given him at Ardea's siege, Could ha' made Collatine so much digress From the affection that he bears his wife. But subjects must excuse when kings claim power. But leaving this before the charm of sleep, Cease with his downy wings: upon my eyes, I must go take account among my servants Of their days task, we must not cherish sloth, No covetous thought makes me thus provident, But to shun idleness, which wise men say, Begets rank lust, and virtue beats away. Return to Rome now we are in the mid way to the Camp? My Lords 'tis business that concerns my life, Tomorrow if we live we'll visit thee. will Sextus enjoin me to accompany him? Or me? Nor you, nor any, 'tis important business And serious occurrences that call me, Perhaps Lords I'll commend you to your wives. Collatine shall I do you any service to your Lucrece? Only commend me. What, no private token to purchase our kind welcome? Would Royal Sextus would but honour me to bear her a slight token. What? This Ring. As I am Royal I will seeet delivered. This Ring to Lucrece shall my love convey, And in this gift thou dost thy bed betray. Tomorrow we shall meet, this night sweet fate, May I prove welcome though a guest ingrate. he's for the city, we for the camp, the night makes the way tedious and melancholy, prithee Valerius a merry song to beguile it. Valer. There was a young man and a maid fell in love, Terry dery ding, terry dery ding, tery tery ding. To get her good will he often did, Terry dery ding, terry dery ding, langtido dillo. There's many will say, and most will allow, terry dery, etc. there's nothing so good as a terry dery dery dery, etc. I would wish all maids before they be sick, terry derie, etc. To inquire for a young man that has a good terry dery, etc. Good Valerius, this has brought us even to the skirts of the camp, enter Lords. This ring, my Lord, hath oped our gates to you, For though I know you for a royal Prince, My sovereign's son, and friend to Collatine: Without that key you had not entered here. More lights, and see a banquet straight provided, My love to my dear husband shall appear, In the kind welcome that I give his friend.
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Lucrece shall pardon him, we ha tooke our leaues of our wiues, nor shall Collatine be before vs, though our Ladies in other things come behind you. I must beswaid: the ioies and the delights of many thousand nights meet all in one to make my Lucrce happy. I am bound to your strict wil, to each goodnight. To horse, to horse, Lucrece we cannot rest, Til our hot lust imbosome in thy brest. With no vnkindnes we should our Lords vpbraid, Husbands and Kings must alwaies be obaid. Nothing saue the high busines of the slate, And the charge giuen him at Ardeas siege, Could ha made Collatine so much digresse From the affection that he beares his wife. But subiects must excuse when kings claime power. But leauing this before the charme of sleepe, Cease with his downy wings: vpon my eies, I must go take account among my seruants Of their daies taske, we must not cherish sloth, No couetous thought makes me thus prouident, But to shun idlenes, which wise men say, Begets ranck lust, and vertue beats away. Returne to Rome now we are in the mid way to the Cāp? My Lords tis busines that concernes my life, To morrow if we liue weele visit thee. Wil Sextus enioyne me to accompany him? Or me? Nor you, nor any, tis important busines And serious occurrences that call me, Perhaps Lords Ile commend you to your wiues. Coslatine shall I doe you any seruice to your Lucrece? Only commend me. What, no priuat token to purchase our kind welcom? Would Roiall Sextus would but honor me to beare her a slight token. What? This Ring. As I am Royall I wil seet deliuered. This Ring to Lucrece shall my loue conuey, And in this gift thou dost thy bed beray. To morrow we shall meete, this night sweet fate, May I proue welcome though a guest ingrate. Hees for the city, we for the campe, the night makes the way tedious and melancholy, prethee Valeris a merry song to beguile . Valer. There was a yong man and a maid fell in loue, Terry dery ding, terry dery ding, tery tery . To get her good will he often did, Terry dery ding, terry dery ding, langtido dill. Theres many will say, and most will alow, terry dery, &c. Thers nothing so good as a terry dery dery dery, &c. I would wish all maides before the be sicke, terrie derie, &c. To enquire for a yong man that has a good terrie dery, &c. Good Valeris, this has brought vs euen to the skirts of the campe, enter Lords. This ring, my Lord, hath opt our gates to you, For though I know you for a royall Prince, My soueraignes sonne, and friend to Collatine: Without that key you had not entred here. More lights, and see a banquet strait prouided, My loue to my deere husband shall appeare, In the kind welcome that I giue his friend.