Chapman, George · published 1612 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Thy vows are as vain as a ruffians oaths; as common as the air; and as cheap as the dust. How many of the light housewives, thy Muses, hath thy love promised this service beside, I pray thee? Compare shadows to bodies, Madam; Pictures to the life; and such are they to you, in my valuation. I see words will never free me of thy boldness, and will therefore now use blows; and those of the mortalest enforcement. Let it suffice Sir, that all this time, and to this place, you enjoy your safety; keep back: No one foot follow me further; for I protest to thee, the next threshold past, let's pass a prepared Ambush to thy latest breath. This for your Ambush, He draws. Dare my love with death? 'slight; follow an't please your Honour. Not I by this light. I hope Gentlewomen you will. Not we Sir, we are no parters of frays. Faith nor I'll be any breaker of customs. WOuld any heart of Adamant, for satisfaction of an ungrounded humour, rack a poor lady's innocency as you intend to do. It was a strange curiosity in that Emperor, that ripped his Mother's womb to see the place he lay in. Come do not load me with volumes of persuasion; I am resolved, if she be gold she may abide the taste, let's away, I wonder where this wild brother is. SIr. I pray thee wife show but thyself a woman; and be silent: question no more the reason of my journey, which our great viceroy's charge urged in this letter doth enforce me to. Let me but see that letter, there is something in this presaging blood of mine, tells me this sudden journey can portend no good, resolve me sweet, have not I given you cause of discontent, by some misprision, or want of fit observance, let me know that I may wreak myself upon myself. of art to cover your busk points; which a blunt and resolute encounter, taken under a fortunate aspect, easily disarms you off; and then alas what are you? poor naked sinners, God wot: weak paper walls thrust down with a finger; this is the way on't, boil their appetites to a full height of lust; and then take them down in the nick. Is there probability in this; that a Lady so great, so virtuous, standing on so high terms of honour, should so soon stoop? You would not wonder sister, if you knew the lure she stooped at: greatness? think you that can curb affection; no, it whets it more; they have the full stream of blood, to bear them: the sweet gale of their sublimed spirits to drive them: the calm of ease to prepare them: the sunshine of fortune to allure them: Greatness to waft them safe through all Rocks of infamy: when youth, wit, and person come aboard once, tell me sister, can you choose but hoist sail, and put forward to the main?
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Thy vowes are as vaine as a Ruffins othes; as common as the aire; and as cheape as the dust. How many of the light huswiues, thy Muses, hath thy loue promist this seruice besides, I pray thee? Compare shadowes to bodies, Madam; Pictures to the life; and such are they to you, in my valuation. I see wordes will neuer free me of thy boldnesse, and will therefore now vse blowes; and those of the mortallest enforcement. Let it suffice Sir, that all this time, and to this place, you enioy your safetie; keepe backe: No one foote follow mee further; for I protest to thee, the next threshold past, lets passe a prepar'd Ambush to thy latest breath. This for your Ambush, He drawes. Dare my loue with death? Slight; follow ant please your Honour. Not I by this light. I hope Gentle-women you will. Not we Sir, we are no parters of fraies. Faith nor Ile be any breaker of customes. WOuld any heart of Adamant, for satisfaction of an vngrounded humour, racke a poore Ladies innocencie as you intend to doe. It was a strange curiositie in that Emperour, that ript his Mothers wombe to see the place he lay in. Come do not lode me with volumes of perswasion; I am resolu'd, if shee be gold shee may abide the tast, lets away, I wonder where this wild brother is. SIr. I pray thee wife shew but thy selfe a woman; and be silent: question no more the reason of my iourney, which our great Viceroies charge vrg'd in this letter doth enforce me to. Let me but see that letter, there is somthing in this presaging bloud of mine, tells me this sodaine iourney can portend no good, resolue me sweet, haue not I giuen you cause of discontent, by some misprision, or want of fit obseruance, let mee know that I may wreake my selfe vpon my selfe. of art to couer your buske points; which a blunt and resolute encounter, taken vnder a fortunate aspect, easily disarmes you off; and then alas what are you? poore naked sinners, God wot: weake paper walls thrust downe with a finger; this is the way on't, boile their appetites to a full height of lust; and then take them downe in the nicke. Is there probabilitie in this; that a Ladie so great, so vertuous, standing on so high termes of honour, should so soone stoope? You would not wonder sister, if you knew the lure shee stoo'pt at: greatnesse? thinke you that can curb affection; no, it whets it more; they haue the full streame of bloud, to beare them: the sweet gale of their sublim'd spirits to driue them: the calme of ease to prepare them: the sun-shine of fortune to allure them: Greatnesse to waft them safe through all Rocks of infamie: when youth, wit, and person come aboord once, tell me sister, can you chuse but hoise saile, and put forward to the maine?