The White Devil (Vittoria Corombona) · chunk 5 of 49
Webster, John · published 1612 · first performed or written 1612 [Winter 1612-1613] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Shall I, shall I? It will show in you a supremacy of judgement. True, and a mind differing from the tumultuary opinion, for quae negata great. Right you are the Adamant shall draw her to you, though you keep distance of: A philosophical reason. Walk by her a'the noble man's fashion, and tell her you will lie with her at the end of the Progress Vittoria, I cannot be induced, or as a man would say incited. To do what Sir? To lie with you tonight; your silkworm useth to fast every third day, and the next following spins the better. Tomorrow at night I am for you. You'll spin a fair thread, trust to't. But do you hear I shall have you steal to her chamber about midnight. Do you think so, why look you brother, because you shall not think i'll gull you, take the key, lock me into the chamber, and say you shall be sure of me. Introth I will, i'll be your jailor once, But have you near a false door. A pox on't, as I am a Christian tell me tomorrow how scurvily she takes my unkind parting I will. Didst thou not make the jest of the silk-worm? good night in faith I will use this trick often, Do, do, do. So now you are safe. Ha ha ha, thou entanglest thyself in thine own work like a silk-worm Come sister, darkness hides your blush, women are like cursed dogs, civility keeps them tied all day time, but they are let loose at midnight, than they do most good or most mischief, my Lord, my Lord Give credit: I could wish time would stand still And never end this interview this hour, But all delight doth itself soonest devour. Let me into your bosom happy Lady, power out in stead of eloquence my vows, Lose me not Madam, for if you forego me I am lost eternally. Sir in the way of pity I wish you heart-whole. You are a sweet Physician. Sure Sir a loathed cruelty in Ladies Is as to Doctors many funerals: It takes away their credit. Excellent Creature. we call the cruel fair, what name for you That are so merciful? See now they close. Most happy union. My fears are fallen upon me, oh my heart! My son the pandar: now I find our house Sinking to ruin. Earthquakes leave behind, Where they have tyrannized, iron, or lead, or stone, But woe to ruin violent lust leaves none What value is this jewel 'tis the ornament Of a weak fortune. In sooth i'll have it; nay I will but change My jewel for your jewel. Excellent, His jewel for her jewel, well put in Duke. Nay let me see you wear it. Hear sir. Nay lower, you shall wear my jewel lower. That's better she must wear his jewel lower. To pass away the time I'll tell your grace, A dream I had last night.
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Shall I, shall I? It will shew in you a supremacie of Iudgement. Trew, and a mind differing from the tumultuary opinion, for quae negata grat. Right you are the Adamant shall draw her to you, though you keepe distance of: A philosophicall reason. Walke by her a'the noble mans fashion, and tell her you will lye with her at the end of the Progresse Vittoria, I cannot be induc'd, or as a man would say incited. To do what Sir? To lye with you to night; your silkeworme vseth to fast euery third day, and the next following spinnes the better. Tomorrow at night I am for you. Youle spinne a faire thread, trust to't. But do you heare I shall haue you steale to her chamber about midnight. Do you thinke so, why looke you brother, because you shall not thinke ile gull you, take the key, locke me into the chamber, and say you shall be sure of me. Introth I will, ile be your iaylor once, But haue you nere a false dore. A pox on't, as I am a Christian tell mee to morrow how scuruelie shee takes my vnkind parting I will. Didst thou not make the ieast of the silke-worme? good night in faith I will vse this tricke often, Do, do, do. So now you are safe. Ha ha ha, thou intanglest thy selfe in thine owne worke like a silke-worme Come sister, darkenesse hides your blush, women are like curst dogges, ciuilitie keepes them tyed all day time, but they are let loose at midnight, then they do most good or most mischeefe, my Lord, my Lord Giue credit: I could wish time would stand still And neuer end this enteruew this hower, But all delight doth it selfe soon'st dcuour. Let me into your bosome happy Ladie, Powre out in stead of eloquence my vowes, Loose me not Madam, for if you forcgo me I am lost eternallie. Sir in the way of pittie I wish you hart-hole. You are a sweet Phisition. Sure Sir a loathed crueltie in Ladyes Is as to Doctors many funeralls: It takes away their credit. Excellent Creature. Wee call the cruell fayre, what name for you That are so mercifull? See now they close. Most happie vnion. My feares are falne vpon me, oh my heart! My sonne the pandar: now I find our house Sinking to ruine. Earth-quakes leaue behind, Where they haue tyrannised, iron, or lead, or stone, But woe to ruine violent lust leaues none What valew is this Iewell Tis the ornament Of a weake fortune. In sooth ile haue it; nay I will but change My Iewell for your Iewell. Excellent, His Iewell for her Iewell, well put in Duke. Nay let me see you weare it. Heare sir. Nay lower, you shall weare my Iewell lower. That's better she must weare his Iewell lower. To passe away the time I'le tell your grace, A dreame I had last night.