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 · 522 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Would I had changed places with you my Lord, would it had been my hap. What Cuckold laid his horns in my way? signor Claridiana, you were by the Lady when I fell, Do you think I hurt her? You could not her, my Lord, between the legs. What was't I fell withal? A cross point my Lord. Cross-point indeed: well if you love me, let me hence unknown, The silence yours, the disgrace mine own. Sir, if Wine were Nectar I'll begin a health, To her that were most gracious in your eye, Yet deign, as simply 'tis the gift of Bacchus, To give her pledge that drinks: this God of Wine Cannot inflame me more to appetite, Though he be co-supreme with mighty Love, Than thy fair shape. Zounds she comes to deride me. That kiss shall serve To be a pledge although my lips should starve. No trick to get that vizor from his face? I will steal hence, and so conceal disgrace. Sir, have you left nought behind? Yes, Lady but the Fates will not permit (As Gems once lost are seldom or never found) I should convey it with me. Sweet Good-night. she bends to me: there's my fall again. He's gone, that lightning that a while doth strike Our eyes with amazed brightness, and on a sudden Leaves us in prisoned darkness. Lust thou art high, My smiles may well come from the Sky. Anna, Anna. madam, did you call? Follow yond stranger, prithee learn his name: we may hereafter thank him. How I dote? Is he not a God That can command what other men would win With the hardest advantage? I must have him, Or shadowlike follow his fleeting steps. Were I as Daphne, and he followed chase, Though I rejected young Apollo's love, And like a Dream beguile his wandering steps, Should he pursue me through the neighbouring grove, Each Cowslip stalk should trip a willing fall, Till he were mine, who till then am his thrall: Nor will I blush, since worthy is my chance. 'Tis said that Venus with a Satire slept, And how much short came she of my fair aim? Then Queen of Love a precedent I'll be, To teach fair women learn to love of me. Speak Music, what's his name. madam, It was the worthy Count Massino. Blessed be thy tongue: the worthy Count indeed, The worthiest of the Worthies. Trusty Anna, Hast thou packed up those Moneys, Plate, and jewels I gave direction for? Yes, madam, I have trust up them, that many A proper man has been trust up for. I thank thee, take the wings of night, Beloved Secretary, and post with them to Swevia, There furnish up some stately Palace Worthy to entertain the King of Love: Prepare it for my coming and my Loves, Ere Phoebus Steeds once more unharnessed be, Or ere he sport with his beloved Thetis, The silver-footed Goddess of the Sea, we will set forward. Fly like the Northern wind, Or swifter, Anna, fleet like to my mind. I am just of your mind madam, I am gone.
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Would I had chang'd places with you my Lord, would it had beene my hap. What Cuckold laid his hornes in my way? Signior Claridiana, you were by the Lady vvhen I fell, Doe you thinke I hurt her? You could not her, my Lord, betweene the legs. What vvas't I fell vvithall? A crosse point my Lord. Crosse-point indeede: vvell if you loue me, let me hence vnknowne, The silence yours, the disgrace mine owne. Sir, if Wine were Nectar Ile beginne a health, To her that were most gracious in your eye, Yet daigne, as simply 'tis the gift of Bacchus, To giue her pledge that drinkes: this God of Wine Cannot inflame me more to appetite, Though he be co-supreme with mightie Loue, Then thy faire shape. Zounds she comes to deride me. That kisse shall serue To be a pledge although my lips should starue. No tricke to get that vizor from his face? I vvill steale hence, and so conceale disgrace. Sir, haue you left nought behinde? Yes, Lady but the Fates will not permit (As Iems once lost are seldome or neuer found) I should conuay it vvith me. Sweete Good-night. Shee bends to mee: there's my fall againe. He's gone, that lightning that a vvhile doth strike Our eyes with amaz'd brightnesse, and on a sudden Leaues vs in prisoned darknesse. Lust thou art hie, My smiles may well come from the Skye. Anna, Anna. Madame, did you call? Follow yond stranger, prethee learne his name: Wee may hereafter thanke him. How I doate? Is hee not a God That can command what other men would winne With the hard'st aduantage? I must haue him, Or shadow-like follow his fleeting steps. Were I as Daphne, and he followed chase, Though I reiected young Appolloes loue, And like a Dreame beguile his wandring steps, Should he pursue me through the neighbouring groue, Each Cowslip stalke should trip a willing fall, Till hee were mine, who till then am his thrall: Nor will I blush, since worthy is my chance. 'Tis said that Venus with a Satyre slept, And how much short came she of my faire aime? Then Queene of Loue a president Ile be, To teach faire women learne to loue of mee. Speake Musicke, what's his name. Madame, It was the worthy Count Massino. Blest be thy tongue: the worthy Count indeede, The worthiest of the Worthies. Trusty Anna, Hast thou pack'd vp those Monies, Plate, and Iewels I gaue direction for? Yes, Madame, I haue trust vp them, that many A proper man has beene trust vp for. I thanke thee, take the wings of night, Beloued Secretary, and poste with them to Sweuia, There furnish vp some stately Pallace Worthy to entertaine the King of Loue: Prepare it for my comming and my Loues, Ere Phoebus Steedes once more vnharnest be, Or ere he sport with his beloued Thetis, The siluer-footed Goddesse of the Sea, Wee will set forward. Flye like the Northern winde, Or swifter, Anna, fleete like to my minde. I am iust of your minde Madame, I am gone.