The White Devil (Vittoria Corombona) · chunk 35 of 49
Webster, John · published 1612 · first performed or written 1612 [Winter 1612-1613] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
i'faith, I made to her some such dark promise, and in seeking to fly from't I run on, like a frighted dog with a bottle at 's tail, that fain would bite it off and yet dares not look behind him. Now my precious Gipsie! I your love to me rather cools then heats. Marry, I am the sounder, lover, we have many wenches about the Town heat too fast. What do you think of these perfumed Gallants then? Their satin cannot save them. I am confident They have a certain spice of the disease, For they that sleep with dogs; shall rise with fleas. Believe it! A little painting and gay clothes, Make you loathe me. How? love a Lady for painting or gay apparel? I'll unkennel one example more for thee. Aesop had a foolish dog that let go the flesh to catch the shadow. I would have Courtiers be better divers. You remember your oaths. lovers oaths are like Mariners prayers, uttered in extremity; but when the tempest is o'er, and that the vessel leaves tumbling, they fall from protesting to drinking. And yet amongst Gentlemen protesting and drinking go together, and agree as well as Shoemakers and West-phalia bacon. They are both drawers on: for drink draws on protestation; and protestation draws on more drink. Is not this discourse better now than the mortality of your sunburnt Gentleman. Is this your perch, you haggard? fly toth' stews. You should be clapped by th'heels now: strike i'th' Court. She's good for nothing but to make her maids, Catch cold a-nights; they dare not use a bedstaff, For fear of her light fingers. You're a strumpet. An impudent one. Why do you kick her? say, Do you think that she's like a walnut-tree? Must she be cudgeled ere she bear good fruit? she brags that you shall marry her. What then? I had rather she were pitched upon a stake In some new-seeded garden, to affright Her fellow crows thence. Your a boy, a fool, Be guardian to your hound, I am of age. If I take her near you I'll cut her throat. With a fan of feathers? And for you; I'll whip This folly from you. Are you choleric? I'll purge't with rhubarb. O your brother. Hang him. He wrongs me most that ought t'offend me least, I do suspect my mother played soul play, When she conceived thee. Now by all my hopes. Like the two slaughtered sons of Oedipus, The very flames of our affection, Shall turn 10 ways. Those words I'll make thee answer With thy heart blood. do like the geese in the progress, You know where you shall find me, Very good, And thou be'st a noble, friend, bear him my sword, And bid him fit the length on't. Sir I shall. He comes. Hence petty thought of my disgrace, I near loved my complexion till now, 'cause I may boldly say without a blush, I love you.
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'Faith, I made to her some such darke promise, and in seeking to flye from't I run on, like a frighted dog with a bottle at' staile, that faine would bite it off and yet dares not looke behind him. Now my pretious Gipsie! I your loue to me rather cooles then heates. Marry, I am the sounder, louer, we haue many wenches about the Towne heate too fast. What do you thinke of these perfum'd Gallants then? Their sattin cannot saue them. I am confident They haue a certaine spice of the disease, For they that sleep with dogs; shall rise with fleas. Beleeue it! A little painting and gay clothes, Make you loath me. How? loue a Lady for painting or gay apparell? I'le vnkennell one example more for thee. Esop had a foolish dog that let go the flesh to catch the shadow. I would haue Courtiers bee better Diuers. You remember your oathes. Louers oathes are like Marriners prayers, vttered in extremity; but when the tempest is o're, and that the vessell leaues tumbling, they fall from protesting to drinking. And yet amongst Gentlemen protesting and drinking go together, and agree as well as Shooemakers and West-phalia bacon. They are both drawers on: for drinke drawes on protestation; and protestation drawes on more drinke. Is not this discourse better now then the mortality of your sun-burnt Gentleman. Is this your pearch, you haggard? flye to'th stewes. You should be clapt by th'heeles now: strike i'th Court. She's good for nothing but to make her maids, Catch cold a nights; they dare not vse a bedstaffe, For feare of her light fingers. Your'e a strumpet. An impudent one. Why do you kicke her? say, Do you thinke that she's like a walnut-tree? Must she be cudgel'd ere shee beare good fruite? Shee brags that you shall marry her. What then? I had rather she were pitcht vpon a stake In some new-seeded garden, to affright Her fellow crowes thence. Your a boy, a foole, Be guardian to your hound, I am of age. If I take her neere you I'le cut her throate. With a fan of feathers? And for you; I'le whip This folly from you. Are you cholericke? I'le purg't with Rubarbe. O your brother. Hang him. Hee wrongs me most that ought t'offend mee least, I do suspect my mother plaid soule play, When she conceiu'd thee. Now by all my hopes. Like the two slaughtred sonnes of Oedipus, The very flames of our affection, Shall turne 10 waies. Those words I'le make thee answere With thy heart bloud. Doe like the geesse in the progresse, You know where you shall finde mee, Very good, And thou beest a noble, friend, beare him my sword, And bid him fit the length on't. Sir I shall. He comes. Hence petty thought of my disgrace, I neere lou'd my complexion till now, Cause I may boldly say without a blush, I loue you.