The Atheist's Tragedy, or The Honest Man's Revenge · chunk 34 of 41
Tourneur, Cyril · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 [1607-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
O Yes! Is not thy Mistress a Bawd to my wife? O yes! And acquainted with her tricks, and her plots, and her devices. O yes! If any man,' Court, City or Country, has found my Lady Levidulcia in bed, but my Lord Beforest, it is Sebastian. What dost thou proclaim it? Dost thou cry it thou villain? Can you laugh it my Lord? I thought you meant to proclaim yourself Cuckold. The Watch? Met with my wish. I must request th'assistance of your offices. 'Sdeath; stay that villain; pursue him. Nay, if you get me any more into the Churchyard. Why Soquette? I never got thee there yet. Got me there? No. Not with child. I promised thee I would not; and I was as good as my word. Yet your word was better than than your deed. But, steal up into the little matted chamber o'the left hand. I prithee let it be the right hand; thou left'st me before and I did not like that. 'Precious quickly; So soon as my Mistress shall be in bed I'll come to you. I wonder Frisco stays so long. Mistress Soquette, a word with you.— If he brings word my Husband is i'bed; I will adventure one night's liberty to lie abroad.— My strange affection to this Man!— 'tis like that natural sympathy which e'en among the senseless creatures of the earth, commands a mutual inclination and consent: For though it seems to be the free effect of mine own voluntary love; yet I can neither restrain it, nor give reason for't. But now 'tis done; and in your power it lies to save my honour; or dishonour me. Enjoy your pleasure (madam) without fear. I never will betray the trust you have committed to me. And you wrong yourself, to let consideration of the sin; molest your conscience. Mc thinks 'tis unjust, that a reproach should be inflicted on a woman for offending but with one; when 'tis a light offence in Husbands to commit with many. So it seems to me.— Why how now Sebastian? making love to that Gentlewoman? How many mistresses ha' you i'faith? In faith; none. For I think none of 'em are faithful, but otherwise as many as clean Shirts. The love of a woman is like a Mushroom; it grows in one night, and will serve somewhat pleasingly, next morning to breakfast: but afterwards waxes fulsome and unwholesome. Nay by Saint Winifred; a woman's love lasts as long as Winter fruit. 'tis true. Till new come in. By my experience no longer. Some body's doing has undone us; and we are like pay dearly for't. Pay dean? for what? will't not be a chargeable reckoning, think you; when here are half a dozen fellows coming to call us to account, with every man a several bill in his hand, that we are not able to discharge. Passion o' me. What bounce's that? madam! withdraw yourself.
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O Yes! Is not thy Mistresse a Bawde to my wife? O yes! And acquainted with her trickes, and her plots, and her deuises. O yes! If any man, 'Court, Citie or Countrey, has found my Lady Leuidulcia in bed, but my Lord Beforest, it is Sebastian. What doest thou proclaime it? Doest thou crie it thou villaine? Can you laugh it my Lord? I thought you meant to proclaime your selfe Cuckold. The Watch? Met with my wish. I must request th'assistance of your offices. S'death; stay that villaine; pursue him. Nay, if you get me any more into the Churchyard. Why Soquette? I neuer got thee there yet. Got me there? No. Not with childe. I promis'd thee I would not; and I was as good as my word. Yet your word was better then than your deede. But, steale vp into the little matted chamber o'the left hand. I prithee let it be the right hand; thou left'st me before and I did not like that. 'Precious quickly; So soone as my Mistresse shall be in bed I'le come to you. I wonder Frisco stayes so long. Mistreffe Soquette, a word with you.— If he brings word my Husband is i'bed; I will aduenture one nights liberty to lie abroad.—My strange affection to this Man!—T'is like that naturall sympathie which e'en among the sencelesse creatures of the earth, commands a mutuall inclination and consent: For though it seemes to be the free effect of mine owne voluntarie loue; yet I can neither restraine it, nor giue reason for't. But now t'is done; and in your power it lies to saue my honour; or dishonour me. Enioy your pleasure (Madame) without feare. I neuer will betray the trust you haue committed to me. And you wrong your selfe, to let consideration of the sinne; molest your conscience. Mc thinkes t'is vniust, that a reproach should be inflicted on a woman for offending but with one; when t'is a light offence in Husbands to commit with many. So it seemes to me.—Why how now Sebastian? making loue to that Gentlewoman? How many mistresses ha' you 'aith? In faith; none. For I think none of 'em are faithfull, but otherwise as many as cleane Shirts. The loue of a woman is like a Mushrom; it growes in one night, and will serue somwhat pleasingly, next morning to breakfast: but afterwards waxes fulsome and vnwholesome. Nay by Saint Wifred; a woman's loue lasts as long as Winter fruit. T'is true. Till new come in. By my experience no longer. Some bodie's doing has vndone vs; and we are like pay dearely for't. Pay deane? for what? Wil't not be a chargeable reckoning, thinke you; when heere are halfe a dozen fellowes comming to callvs to accompt, with eu'rie man a seuerall bill in his hand, that wee are not able to discharge. Passion o' me. What bouncing's that? Madame! withdraw your selfe.