Chapman, George · published 1612 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Tie up your valour then till another place turn me lose to you, you are the Lord (I take it) that wooed my great Mistress here with letters from his Altitude; which while she was reading, your Lordship (to entertain time) straddled and scaled your fingers; as you would show what an itching desire you had to get betwixt her sheets. 'slight, why does your Lordship endure him? The place, the place my Lord. Be you his Attorney Sir. What would you do Sir? Make thee leap out at window, at which thou cam'st in: whoreson bagpipe Lords. What rudeness is this? What tameness is it in you Madam, to stick at the discarding of such a suitor? A lean Lord, dubbed with the lard of others? A diseased Lord too, that opening certain Magic Characters in an unlawful book, upstart as many aches in's bones, as there are ouches in's skin. Send him (Mistress) to the Widow your Tenant; the virtuous panderess Arsace. I perceive he has crowns in's Purse, that make him proud of a string; let her pluck the Goose therefore, and her maids dress him. Still my Lord suffer him? The place Sir, believe it the place. O good Lord Rebus; The place is never like to be yours that you need respect it so much. Thou wrong'st the noble Gentleman. Noble Gentleman? A tumour, an impostume he is Madam; a very hautboy, a bagpipe; in whom there is nothing but wind, and that none of the sweetest neither. Quit the House of him by th'head and soldiers. Thanks to your Honour madam, and my Lord cozen the Viceroy shall thank you. So shall he indeed sir. Will you be gone sir? Away poor Fellows. What is he made of? or what Devil sees your childish, and effeminate spirits in him, that thus ye shun him? Free us of thy sight; Be gone, or I protest thy life shall go. Yet shall my Ghost stay still; and haunt those beauties, and glories, that have rendered it immortal. But since I see your blood runs (for the time) High, in that contradiction that foreruns Truest agreements (like the Elements Fighting before they generate;) and that Time Must be attended most, in things most worth; I leave your Honour freely; and commend That life you threaten, when you please, to be Adventured in your service; so your Honour Require it likewise. Do not come again. I'll come again, believe it, and again. If he shall dare to come again, I charge you shut doors upon him. You must shut them (Madam) To all men else then, if it please your Honour, For it that any enter, he'll be one. I hope, wise Sir, a Guard will keep him out. Afore Heaven, not a Guard (an't please your Honour.) Thou liest base Ass; One man enforce a Guard? I'll turn ye all away (by our Isles Goddess) If he but set a foot within my Gates.
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Tie vp your valour then till an other place turne me loose to you, you are the Lord (I take it) that wooed my great Mistris here with letters from his Altitude; which while she was reading, your Lordship (to entertaine time) strodl'd and skal'd your fingers; as you would shew what an itching desire you had to get betwixt her sheetes. Slight, why does your Lordship endure him? The place, the place my Lord. Be you his Attorney Sir. What would you doe Sir? Make thee leape out at window, at which thou cam'st in: Whores-sonne bag-pipe Lords. What rudenesse is this? What tamenesse is it in you Madam, to sticke at the discarding of such a suiter? A leane Lord, dub'd with the lard of others? A diseased Lord too, that opening certaine Magick Characters in an vnlawfull booke, vp-start as many aches in's bones, as there are ouches in's skinne. Send him (Mistris) to the Widdow your Tennant; the vertuous Pandresse Arsace. I perceiue he has crownes in's Purse, that make him proud of a string; let her pluck the Goose therefore, and her maides dresse him. Still my Lord suffer him? The place Sir, beleeue it the place. O good Lord Rebus; The place is neuer like to be yours that you neede respect it so much. Thou wrong'st the noble Gentleman. Noble Gentleman? A tumor, an impostume hee is Madam; a very hault-boy, a bag-pipe; in whom there is nothing but winde, and that none of the sweetest neither. Quitt the House of him by 'thead and Soulders. Thankes to your Honour Madame, and my Lord Cosen the Viceroy shall thanke you. So shall he indeede sir. Will you be gone sir? Away poore Fellowes. What is he made of? or what Deuill sees your childish, and effeminate spirits in him, that thus yee shun him? Free vs of thy sight; Be gone, or I protest thy life shall goe. Yet shall my Ghost stay still; and haunt those beauties, and glories, that haue renderd it immortall. But since I see your bloud runnes (for the time) High, in that contradiction that fore-runs Truest agreements (like the Elements Fighting before they generate;) and that Time Must be attended most, in thinges most worth; I leaue your Honour freely; and commend That life you threaten, when you please, to be Aduentur'd in your seruice; so your Honour Require it likewise. Doe not come againe. Ile come againe, beleeue it, and againe. If he shall dare to come againe, I charge you shut dores vpon him. You must shut them (Madam) To all men else then, if it please your Honour, For it that any enter, hele be one. I hope, wise Sir, a Guard will keepe him out. Afore Heauen, not a Guard (ant please your Honour.) Thou liest base Asse; One man enforce a Guard? Ile turne yee all away (by our Iles Goddesse) If he but set a foote within my Gates.