Anonymous · published 1609 · first performed or written 1607 [1599-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Your father's grant, makes Lentulus your Lord, But if thereto his daughter not accord, That grant is canceled, fathers may command, Life before love, for life to true love's pawned. How will Flaminius brook my poverty? Well, when Flaminius see's no remedy, Lord how woman like are men, when they are wooed? Tully, weigh me not light, near did immodest blush Colour these cheeks, but ardent. Silence sweet Lady, here comes Flavia. Fie, fie, how tedious ye are: yonder's great looking for Tully, the old Senate has put on his spectacles, and Lentulus and he are turning the leaves of a dog-hay, leaves of a worm eaten Chronicle, and they want Tully's judgement. About what sweet Lady? To know what year it was the showers of rain fell in April: I can resolve it by rote Lady, 'twas that year the Cuckoo sung in May: another token Lady, there reigned in Rome a great Tyrant that year, and many Maids lost their heads for using flesh on Fish days. And some were sacrificed as a burnt offering to the Gods of Hospitality, were they not? You're a wag Flavia, but talk and you, must needs have a parting blow. No matter so we stand out and close not. Or part fair at the close and too it again. Nay, if we should too it again Terentia would grow jealous. Ladies, I take my leave, And my love. Take heed ye sigh not, nor look red at the table Tully. Your shoe wrings you Lady. Go to, ye are a wanton Flavia. How now Terentia, in your nine Muses? There's none must plead in your case but an Orator. I want one indeed Wench, but thou hast two, and the gentle destinies may send thee three, near blush: for smoke and the fire of a woman's love cannot be hid. oh a fine tongue, dipped in Helicon, a comedian tongue is the only persuasive ornament to win a Lady, why his discourse is as pleasant— As how I prithee? And keeps as good decorum; his prologue with obedience to the skirt, a rough Scene of civil Wars, with a clapping conclusion, perhaps a jig, if not the tragicomical Tale of Mars and Venus, then must she take the Tale by the end, where he defending Mars, & she Venus, must fall from billing to biting, from biting to blows, to get the supremacy. A good policy to praise Cicero, For fear I rob you of your Lentulus. Faith a Soldier is not for thy humour, now I cry a Warrior, he fights stoutly in a field bed, discharges his work sure, under his Curtains would I fight, but come, our Lovers melt while we meditate; thou for thy scholar, I for my souldier: and if we cannot please them so, we'll shake off this lose habit, and turn Pages to please their humours.
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Your fathers graunt, makes Lentulus your Lord, But if thereto his daughter not accord, That graunt is cancel'd, fathers may commaund, Life before loue, for life to true loue's paund. How will Flaminius brooke my pouertie? VVell, when Flaminius ſee's no remedie, Lord how woman like are men, when they are woe'd? Tully, weigh me not light, nere did immodeſt bluſh Colour theſe cheekes, but ardent. Silence ſweete Lady, heere comes Flauia. Fie, fie, how teadious ye are: yonders great looking for Tulley, the olde Senate has put on his ſpectacles, and Lentulus and hee are turning the leaues of a dog-hay, leaues of a worme eaten Chronicle, and they want Tullies iudgement. About what ſweete Lady? To know what yeare it was the ſhowers of raine fell in Aprill: I can reſolue it by rote Lady, twas that yeare the Cuckoo ſung in May: another token Lady, there raigned in Rome a great Tyrant that yere, and many Maides loſt their heads for vſing fleſh on Fiſh daies. And ſome were ſacrificed as a burnt offering to the Gods of Hoſpitallitie, were they not? Y'are a wag Flauia, but talk and you, muſt needes haue a parting blowe. No matter ſo we ſtand out and cloſe not. Or part faire at the cloſe and too 't againe. Nay, if we ſhould too 't againe Terentia would growe iealous. Ladies, I take my leaue, And my loue. Take heede ye ſigh not, nor looke red at the table Tully. Your ſhoe wrings you Lady. Go to, ye are a wanton Flauia. How now Terentia, in your nine Muſes? There's none muſt pleade in your caſe but an Orator. I want one indeede Wench, but thou haſt two, and the gentle deſtinies may ſend thee three, nere bluſh: for ſmoke and the fire of a womans loue cannot bee hid. oh a fine tongue, dipt in Helicon, a comedian tongue is the onely perſwaſiue ornament to win a Lady, why his diſcourſe is as pleaſant— As how I prethee? And keepes as good decorum; his prologue with obedience to the skirt, a rough Sceane of ciuill Warres, with a clapping concluſion, perhappes a Iigge, if not the Tragicomicall Tale of Mars and Venus, then muſt ſhee take the Tale by the end, where hee defending Mars, & ſhe Venus, muſt fall from billing to byting, from byting to blowes, to get the ſupremacie. A good policie to praiſe Cicero, For feare I rob you of your Lentulus. Faith a Souldier is not for thy humor, now I crie a Warrier, he fights ſtoutlye in a field bed, diſcharges his worke ſure, vnder his Curtaines would I fight, but come, our Louers melt while wee meditate; thou for thy ſcholler, I for my fouldier: and if we cannot pleaſe them ſo, weele ſhake off this looſe habit, and turne Pages to pleaſe their humors.