Field, Nathan · published 1612 · first performed or written 1609 [1609-1610] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queens Revels (Children of the Whitefriars) (?) · before the Court unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Believe me my dear friend, I was enforced: Ha, I had a Dream as strange as thou art fellow, How cam'st thou hither? What's thy business? That Letter Madam tells you. Letter: Ha? What dost thou mock me? Here is nothing writ. Can you read any thing then in this face? Oh Basilisk, remove thee from my sight, Or thy heart's blood shall pay thy rash attempt. Ho, Who attends us there? Stir not a foot, And stop your clamorous acclamations, Or by the bitterness of my fresh wrongs, I'll send your Ladyship to the Devil quick; I know the hazard I do undergo, and whatsoe'er after becomes of me, I'll make you sure first: I am come to speak, and speak I will freely, and to bring back Your Letters, and such things you sent; and then, I'll near see those deceiving eyes again. Oh, I am sick of my corruption, For Godsake do not speak a word more to me. Not speak, yes woman, I will roar a loud, Call thee the falsest fair that ever breathed, Tell thee, that in this marriage, thou hast drowned All virtue, left to credit thy weak sex, which being (as 'twere) committed to thy trust, Thou traitorously hast betrayed it thus. Did I entice, or ever send thee jousts To allure thee, to reflect a beam on me? Nay, didst not thou thyself send and invent Past humane wit, our means of intercourse? Why dost thou then prove base unto thyself, Perjured and impious, know the good thou hast lost In my opinion; doth outvalue far The airy honours thou art married to. Oh peace, for you speak sharpness to my soul More torturous, then hell's plagues to the damned, For love sake hear me speak. For loves sake, no: Love is my surfeit, and is turned in me To a disease. Tyrant, my knees shall beg, Till they get liberty for my tongue to speak, Drowned almost in the Rivers of mine eyes. What canst thou say, art thou not married? Alas I was enforced, first by the threats Of a severe Father, that in his hand Did gripe my fortunes; next to that, the fame Of your neglect, and liberal tongue, Which bred my honour an eternal wrong. Pish, these are painted causes, till this Morn He lived not in this land, that durst accuse My integrity, of such an ignorance. But take your Letters here, your paper Vows, Your Picture, and your Bracelets: and if ever I build again upon a woman's faith, May sense forsake me: I will sooner trust Dice, or a reconciled enemy: Oh God, What an internal joy my heart has felt, Sitting at one of these same idle plays, When I have seen a Maid's inconstancy Presented to the life; how glad my eyes Have stole about me, fearing lest my looks Should tell the company contented there, I had a Mistress free of all such faults.
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Beleeue me my deare friend, I was enforcst: Ha, I had a Dreame as strange as thou art fellow, How cam'st thou hether? What's thy businesse? That Letter Madam tels you. Letter: Ha? What doost thou mocke me? Heere is nothing writ. Can you read any thing then in this face? Oh Basiliske, remooue thee from my sight, Or thy harts bloud shall pay thy rash attempt. Ho, Who attends vs there? Stirre not a foote, And stop your clamorous acclamations, Or by the bitternesse of my fresh wrongs, Ile send your Ladiship to the Deuill quicke; I know the hazard I do vndergo, and whatsoere after becomes of me, Ile make you sure first: I am come to speake, and speake I will freely, and to bring backe Your Letters, and such things you sent; and then, Ile nere see those deceiuing eyes agen. Oh, I am sicke of my corruption, For Godsake do not speake a word more to me. Not speake, yes woman, I will rore a lowd, Call thee the falsest faire that euer breath'd, Tell thee, that in this marriage, thou hast drown'd All vertue, left to credit thy weake sex, which being (as t'were) committed to thy trust, Thou traiterously hast betraid it thus. Did I intice, or euer send thee guists To allure thee, to reflect a beame on me? Nay, didst not thou thy selfe send and inuent Past humaine wit, our meanes of intercourse? Why dost thou then proue base vnto thy selfe, Periur'd and impious, know the good thou hast lost In my opinion; doth outvalue farre The airy honors thou art married to. Oh peace, for you speake sharpnesse to my soule More torturous, then hels plagues to the damn'd, For loue sake heare me speake. For loues sake, no: Loue is my surfet, and is turn'd in me To a disease. Tyrant, my knees shall beg, Till they get liberty for my tongue to speake, Drown'd almost in the Riuers of mine eyes. What canst thou say, art thou not married? Alas I was enforst, first by the threats Of a seuere Father, that in his hand Did gripe my fortunes; next to that, the fame Of your neglect, and liberall tongue, Which bred my honour an eternall wrong. Pish, these are painted causes, till this Morne He liu'd not in this land, that durst accuse My intergritie, of such an ignorance. But take your Letters heere, your paper Vowes, Your Picture, and your Bracelets: and if euer I build againe vpon a womans faith, May sence forsake me: I will sooner trust Dice, or a reconciled enemy: Oh God, VVhat an internall ioy my heart has felt, Sitting at one of these same idle playes, When I haue seene a Maids inconstancie Presented to the life; how glad my eies Haue stole about me, fearing least my lookes Should tell the companie contented there, I had a Mistris free of all such faults.