The Atheist's Tragedy, or The Honest Man's Revenge · chunk 4 of 41
Tourneur, Cyril · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 [1607-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 532 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
My worthy Servant! you mistake th'intent Of kissing. 'twas not meant to separate A pair of Lovers; but to be the seal Of Love; importing by the joining of Our mutual and incorporated breathes, That we should breathe but one contracted life. Or stay at home, or let me go with you. My Castabella! for myself to stay, Or you to go, would either tax my youth With a dishonourable weakness, or Your loving purpose with immodesty. And for the satisfaction of your love, Here comes a man whose knowledge I have made A witness to the contract of our vows, Which my return by marriage shall confirm. I salute you both with the spirit of copulation, I am already informed of your matrimonial purposes, and will testimony to the integrity. O the sad trouble of my fearful soul! My faithful servant! did you never hear, That when a certain great man went to th'war, The lovely face of heaven was masked with sorrow, The sighing winds did move the breast of earth, The heavy clouds hung down their mourning heads, And wept sad showers the day that he went hence, As if that day presaged some ill success, That fatally should kill his happiness; And so it came to pass. methinks my eyes (Sweet Heaven forbid) are like those weeping clouds, And as their showers presaged so do my tears, Some sad event will follow my sad fears. Fie, superstitious? is it bad to kiss? May all my fears hurt me no more than this. Fie, fie, fie, these carnal kisses do stir up the Concupiscences of the flesh. O! here's your daughter under her servants lips. madam, there is no cause you should mistrust The kiss I gave, 'twas but a parting one. A lusty blood! Now by the lip of Love Were I to choose, your joining one for me. Your Father stays to bring you on the way. Farewell. The great commander of the war Prosper the course you undertake. Farewell. My Lord! I humbly take my leave— madam! I kiss your hand.— And your sweet lip.— Farewell. Her power to speak is perished in her tears. Something within me would persuade my stay, But Reputation will not yield unto 't. Dear Sir, you are the man whose honest trust My confidence hath chosen for my friend. I fear my absence will discomfort her. You have the power and opportunity To moderate her passion. Let her grief Receive that friendship from you; and your Love Shall not repent itself of courtesy. Sir, I want words and protestation to insinuate into your credit; but in plainness and truth, I will qualify her grief with the spirit of consolation. Sir, I will take your friendship up at use. And fear not that your profit shall be small; Your interest shall exceed your principal. monsieur Languebeau! Happily encountered. The honesty of your conversation, makes me request more interest in your familiarity. If your Lordship will be pleased to salute me without ceremony, I shall be willing to exchange my service for your favour; but this worshipping kind of entertainment, is a superstitious vanity; in plainness and truth I love it not.
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My worthy Seruant! you mistake th'intent Of kissing. T'was not meant to separate A paire of Louers; but to be the seale Of Loue; importing by the ioyning of Our mutuall and incorporated breathes, That we should breath but one contracted life. Or stay at home, or let me goe with you. My Castabella! for my selfe to stay, Or you to goe, would either taxe my youth With a dishonourable weakenesse, or Your louing purpose with immodestie. And for the satisfaction of your loue, Heere comes a man whose knowledge I haue made A witnesse to the contract of our vowes, Which my returne by marriage shall confirme. I salute you both with the spirit of copulation, already informed of your matrimoniall purposes, and will testimonie to the integritie. O the sad trouble of my fearefull soule! My faithfull seruant! did you neuer heare, That when a certaine great man went to th'warre, The louely face of heau'n was masqu'd with sorrow, The sighing windes did moue the breast of earth, The heauie cloudes hung downe their mourning heads, And wept sad showers the day that hee went hence, As if that day presag'd some ill successe, That fatallie should kill his happinesse; And so it came to passe. Me thinkes my eyes (Sweet Heau'n forbid) are like those weeping cloudes, And as their showers presag'd so doe my teares, Some sad euent will follow my sad feares. Fie, superstitious? is it bad to kisse? May all my feares hurt me no more then this. Fie, fie, fie, these carnall kisses doe stirre vp the Concupisences of the flesh. O! heer's your daughter vnder her seruants lips. Madame, there is no cause you should mistrust The kisse I gaue, t'was but a parting one. A lustie bloud! Now by the lip of Loue Were I to choose, your ioyning one for mee. Your Father stayes to bring you on the way. Farewell. The great commander of the warre Prosper the course you vndertake. Farewell. My Lord! I humbl take my leaue—Madame! I kisse your hand.—And your sweet lip.—Farewell. Her power to speake is perish'd in her teares. Something within me would perswade my stay, But Reputation will not yeeld vnto 't. Deare Sir, you are the man whose honest trust My confidence hath chosen for my friend. I feare my absence will discomfort her. You haue the power and opportunitie To moderate her passion. Let her griefe Receiue that friendship from you; and your Loue Shall not repent it selfe of courtesie. Sir, I want words and protestation to insinuate into your credit; but in plainnesse and truth, I wil quallifie her griefe with the spirit of consolation. Sir, I will take your friendship vp at vse. And feare not that your profit shall be small; Your interest shall exceede your principall. Mounsieur Languebeau! Happily encountred. The honestie of your conuersation, makes me request more int'rest in your familiaritie. If your Lordship will be pleased to salute me without ceremonie, I shall be willing to exchange my seruice for your fauour; but this worshipping kinde of entertainment, is a superstitious vanitie; in plainnesse and truth I loue it not.