The Atheist's Tragedy, or The Honest Man's Revenge · chunk 27 of 41
Tourneur, Cyril · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 [1607-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Well said. A lesson o' th'Lute to entertain the time with till she comes. Sol, fa, mi, la.— Mi, mi mi.— Precious! Dost not see mi between the two crotchets? Strike me full there.— So— forward.— This is a sweet strain, and thou fingerest it beastly. Mi is a laerg there; and the prick that stands before mi, a long; always half your note.— Now— Run your division pleasingly with those quavers. Observe all your graces i'the touch.— here's a sweet close— strike it full, it sets off your music delicately. Purity be in this House. 'tis now entered; and welcome with your good Ladyship. Cease that music. Here's a sweeter instrument. Restrain your liberty. See you not Snuff? What does the Stinkard here? put Snuff out. He's offensive. No. The credit of his company defends my being abroad from the eye of Suspicion. will't please your Ladyship go up into the Closet? There are those Falls and tires I told you of. Monsieur Snuff, I shall request your patience. My stay will not be long. My duty madam.— Falls and tires? I begin to suspect what Falls and tires you mean. My Lady and Sebastian the Fall and the tire, and I the Shadow. I perceive the purity of my conversation is used but for a property to cover the uncleanness of their purposes. The very contemplation o' the thing, makes the spirit of the flesh begin to wriggle in my blood. And here my desire has met with an object already. This Gentlewoman (methinks) should be swayed with the motion; living in a house where moving example is so common. Temptation has prevailed over me; and I will attempt to make it overcome her.— Mistress Cataplasma! My Lady (it seems) has some business that requires her stay. The fairness o' the evening invites me into the air; will it please you give this Gentlewoman leave to leave her work, and walk a turn or two with me for honest recreation? With all my heart Sir. Go Soquette; give ear to his instructions; you may get understanding by his company I can tell you. In the way of holiness; Mistress Cataplasma. Good Monsieur Snuff!— I will attend your return. Your hand Gentlewomen.— The flesh is humble till the Spirit move it; But when 'tis raised it will command above it. Your sadness and the sickness of my Son, Have made our company and conference Less free and pleasing then I purposed it. Sir; for the present I am much unfit For conversation or society. With pardon I will rudely take my leave. Good night; dear Nephew.— Seest thou that same man? Your meaning Sir? That fellows life Borachio. Like a superfluous Letter in the Law, Endangers our assurance. Scrape him out. wilt do't? Give me your purpose I will do't. Sad melancholy has drawn Charlemont, With meditation on his Father's death, Into the solitary walk behind the Church.
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Well said. A lesson o' th'Lute to entertaine the time with till she comes. Sol, fa, mi, la.—Mi, mi mi.—Precious! Doest not see mi betweene the two Crochets? Strike mee full there.—So—forward.—This is a sweet straine, and thou finger'st it beastly. Mi is a laerg there; and the prick that stands before mi, a long; alwaies halfe your note.— Now—Runne your diuision pleasingly with those quauers. Obserue all your graces i'the touch.—Heere's a sweet cloze—strike it full, it sets off your musicke delicately. Puritie be in this House. T'is now enter'd; and welcome with your good Ladiship. Cease that musicke. Here's a sweeter instrument. Restraine your libertie. See you not Snuffe? What does the Stinkard here? put Snuffe out. He's offensiue. No. The credit of his companie defends my being abroad from the eye of Suspition. Wil't please your Ladiship goe vp into the Closet? There are those Falles and Tyres I tolde you of. Monsieur Snuffe, I shall request your patience. My stay will not be long. My duty Madame.—Falles and Tyres? I begin to suspect what Falles and Tyres you meane. My Lady and Sebastian the Fall and the Tyre, and I the Shadow. I perceiue the puritie of my conuersation is vs'd but for a propertie to couer the vncleanenesse of their purposes. The very contemplation o' the thing, makes the spirit of the flesh begin to wriggle in my bloud. And heere my desire has met with an obiect alreadie. This Gentlewoman (me thinkes) should be swayed with the motion; liuing in a house where mouing example is so common. Temptation has preuail'd ouer mee; and I will attempt to make it ouercome her.—Mistresse Cataplasma! My Lady (it seemes) has some businesse that requires her stay. The fairenesse o' the euening inuites me into the ayre; will it please you giue this Gentlewoman leaue to leaue her worke, and walke a turne or two with me for honest recreation? With all my heart Sir. Goe Soquite; giue eare to his instructions; you may get vnderstanding by his companie I can tell you. In the way of holinesse; Mistresse Cataplasma. Good Monsieur Snuffe!—I will attend your returne. Your hand Gentlewomen.— The flesh is humble till the Spirit moue it; But when t'is rais'd it will command aboue it. Your sadnesse and the sicknesse of my Sonne, Haue made our company and conference Lesse free and pleasing then I purpos'd it. Sir; for the present I am much vnfit For conuersation or societie. With pardon I will rudely take my leaue. Good night; deere Nephew.— Seest thou that same man? Your meaning Sir? That fellowes life Borachio. Like a superfluous Letter in the Law, Endangers our assurance. Scrape him out. Wut doe't? Giue me your purpose I will doe't. Sad melancholy has drawne Charlemont, With meditation on his Fathers death, Into the solitarie walke behind the Church.