Marston, John / Machin, Lewis / Barkstead, William · published 1613 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1607-1608; revised 1609-1613] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels (?); Children of the King's Revels (?) · Whitefriars unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 525 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Above the Adamant the goats blood shall not break me, Yet shallow fools, and plainer moral men, That understand not what they undertake, Fall in their own snares, or come short of vengeance, No, let the Sun view with an open face, And afterward shrink in his blushing cheeks, Ashamed, and cursing of the fixed decree, That makes his light bawd to the crimes of men, When I have ended what I now devise. Apollo's Oracle shall swear me wise, Strumpet his wife, branch my false-seeming friend, And make him foster what my hate begot, A bastard, that when age and sickness seize him, Shall be a corrosive to his griping heart: I'll write to her, for what her modesty Will not permit, nor my adulterate forcing, That blushless Herald shall not fear to tell: Rogero shall know yet that his foe's a man, And what is more, a true Italian. MY grave Lord Cardinal, we congratulate, And zealously do entertain your love: That from your high and divine contemplation, You have vouchsafed to consummate a day Due to our Nuptials: O, may this knot you knit, This individual Gordiant grasp of hands, In sight of God so fairly intermixed, Never be severed, as heaven smiles at it, By all the Darts shot by infernal Ioue, Angels of grace Amen, Amen, say to't. Fair Lady Widow, and my worthy Mistress, Do you keep silence for a wager? Do you ask a woman that question my Lord, When she enforcedly pursues what she's forbidden? I think if I had been tied to silence, I should have been worthy the Cucking-stool ere this time. You shall not be my Orator (Lady) that pleads thus for yourself. My Lord, the maskers are at hand. Give them kind entertainment. Some worthy friends of mine, my Lord, unknown to me, too lavish of their loves, Bring their own welcome in a solemn mask. I am glad there's Noblemen i'the mask With our Husbands to overrule them, They had shamed us all else. Why? for why, I pray? Why? marry they had come in with some City show else, Hired a few Tinsel coats at the Vizard-makers, which would ha'made them look, for all world, like Bakers in their linen bases, and mealy vizards, new come from bolting. I saw a show once at the Marriage of a Magnificero's daughter, presented by Time: which Time was an old bald thing; a servant, 'twas the best man; he was a Dyer, and came in likeness of the Rainbow in all manner of colours, to show his Art, but the Rainbow smelled of urine, so we were all afraid the property was changed, and looked for a shower. Then came in after him, one that (it seemed) feared no colours, a Grocer that had trimmed up himself handsomely: he was justice, and showed reasons why. And I think this Grocer, I mean this justice, had borrowed a weather-beaten Balance from some justice of a Conduit, both which Scales were replenished with the choice of his Ware, And the more liberally to show his nature, He gave every woman in the room her handful.
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Aboue the Adamant the Goates bloud shall not breake me, Yet shallow fooles, and plainer morall men, That vnderstand not vvhat they vndertake, Fall in their owne snares, or come short of vengeance, No, let the Sunne view vvith an open face, And afterward shrinke in his blushing cheekes, Asham'd, and cursing of the fixt decree, That makes his light bawd to the crimes of men, When I haue ended what I now deuise. Appolloes Oracle shall sweare me vvise, Strumpet his wife, branch my false-seeming friend, And make him foster what my hate begot, A bastard, that when age and sicknesse seaze him, Shall be a cor'siue to his griping heart: Ile write to her, for what her modestie Will not permit, nor my adulterate forcing, That blushlesse Herauld shall not feare to tell: Rogero shall know yet that his foe's a man, And what is more, a true Italian. MY graue Lord Cardinall, we congratulate, And zealously doe entertaine your loue: That from your high and diuine contemplation, You haue vouchsafde to consumate a day Due to our Nuptials: O, may this knot you knit, This indiuiduall Gordiant graspe of hands, In sight of God so fairely entermixt, Neuer be seuer'd, as heauen smiles at it, By all the Darts shot by infernall Ioue, Angels of grace Amen, Amen, say to't. Faire Lady Widow, and my worthy Mistresse, Doe you keepe silence for a wager? Doe you aske a woman that question my Lord, When shee inforcedly pursues what she's forbidden? I thinke if I had beene tyed to silence, I should haue beene worthy the Cucking-stoole ere this time. You shall not be my Orator (Lady) that pleades thus for your selfe. My Lord, the Masquers are at hand. Giue them kinde entertainment. Some worthy friends of mine, my Lord, vnknowne to mee, too lauish of their loues, Bring their owne welcome in a solemne Masque. I am glad there's Noble-men i'the Masque With our Husbands to ouer-rule them, They had sham'd vs all else. Why? for why, I pray? Why? marry they had come in with some Citie shew else, Hyred a few Tinsell coates at the Vizard-makers, which would ha'made them looke, for all world, like Bakers in their linnen bases, and mealy vizzards, new come from bolting. I saw a shew once at the Marriage of a Magnificero's daughter, presented by Time: which Time vvas an olde bald thing; a seruant, 'twas the best man; hee was a Dyer, and came in likenesse of the Raine-bow in all manner of colours, to shew his Art, but the Raine-bow smelt of vrine, so wee were all afraid the property was chang'd, and look'd for a shower. Then came in after him, one that (it seem'd) fear'd no colours, a Grocer that had trim'd vp himselfe handsomely: hee vvas Iustice, and shew'd reasons why. And I thinke this Grocer, I meane this Iustice, had borrowed a weather-beaten Ballance from some Iustice of a Conduit, both vvhich Scales were replenisht vvith the choise of his Ware, And the more liberally to shew his nature, He gaue euery woman in the roome her handfull.