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 T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 551 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
So to the house of Death the mourner goes, That is bereft of what his soul desired, As I to bed, I to my nuptial bed, The heaven on earth: so to thought slaughters went The pale Andromeda bedewed with tears, When every minute she expected gripes of a fell monster, And in vain bewailed the act of her creation. Sullen Night that look'st with sunk eyes on my nuptial bed, With ne'er a Star that smiles upon the end, Mend thy slack pace, and lend the malcontent, The hoping lover, and the wishing Bride Beams that too long thou shadowest: or if not In spite of thy fixed front when my loathed Mate Shall struggle in due pleasure for his right, I'll think't my love, and die in that delight. Thais, you're an early riser. I have that to show will make your hair stand on-end. Well Lady, and I have that to show you will bring your courage down. What would you say, and I would name a party saw your Husband court, kiss, nay almost go through for the hole? How, how, what would I say? nay, by this light, what would I not do? If ever Amazon fought better, or more at the face then I'll do, let me never be thought a new married wife. Come unmask her: 'tis some admirable creature, whose beauty you need not paint. I warrant you, 'tis done to your hand. Would any woman but I, be abused to her face? Prithee read the contents: Know'st thou the Character? 'Tis my husband's hand, and a Love-Letter: But for the contents I find none in it. Has the lustful monster, All back and belly-starved me thus? What defect does he see in me? I'll be sworn wench, I am of as pliant and yielding body to him, e'en which way he will, he may turn me as he list himself. What? and dedicate to thee: I marry, here's a style so high, as a man cannot help a Dog o'er it. He was wont to write to me in the City phrase, My good Abigall: here's Astonishment of nature, unparalleled excellency, and most unequal rarity of creation: Three such words will turn any honest woman in the world whore: for a woman is never won till she know not what to answer; and beshrew me if I understand any of these: you are the party I perceive, and here's a white sheet, that your husband has promised me to do penance in: you must not think to dance the shaking of the sheets alone though there be not such rare phrases in't, 'tis more to the matter; a legible hand, but for the dash, or the (he) and (as): short bawdy Parenthesis as ever you saw, to the purpose: he has not left out a prick I warrant you, wherein he has promised to do me any good, but the Law's in mine own hand. I ever thought by his red beard he would prove a Iudas, here am I bought and sold; he makes much of me indeed. Well wench, we were best wisely in time seek for prevention, I should be loath to take drink and die on't, as I am afraid I shall that he will lie with thee.
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So to the house of Death the mourner goes, That is bereft of what his soule desir'd, As I to bed, I to my nuptiall bed, The heauen on earth: so to thought slaughters went The pale Andromeda bedew'd with teares, When euery minute she expected gripes of a fell monster, And in vaine bewail'd the act of her creation. Sullen Night that look'st with suncke eyes on my nuptiall bed, With ne'er a Starre that smiles vpon the end, Mend thy slacke pace, and lend the malecontent, The hoping louer, and the wishing Bride Beames that too long thou shadowest: or if not In spight of thy fixt front when my loath'd Mate Shall struggle in due pleasure for his right, Ile think't my loue, and die in that delight. Thais, you're an earely riser. I haue that to shew will make your hayre stand an-end. Well Lady, and I haue that to shew you will bring your courage downe. What would you say, and I would name a partie saw your Husband court, kisse, nay almost goe through for the hole? How, how, what would I say? nay, by this light, what would I not doe? If euer Amazon fought better, or more at the face then Ile doe, let me neuer be thought a new married vvife. Come vnmasque her: 'tis some admirable creature, vvhose beautie you neede not paint. I warrant you, 'tis done to your hand. Would any vvoman but I▪ be abused to her face? Prethee reade the contents: Know'st thou the Character? 'Tis my Husbands hand, and a Loue-Letter: But for the contents I finde none in it. Has the lustfull monster, All backe and belly-steru'd me thus? What defect does he see in mee? Ile be sworne wench, I am of as pliant and yeelding body to him, e'en vvhich way hee vvill, hee may turne mee as hee list himselfe. What? and dedicate to thee: I marry, here's a stile so high, as a man cannot helpe a Dog o'er it. He was wont to write to me in the Citie phrase, My good Abigall: here's Astonishment of nature, vnparaleld excelency, and most vnequal raritie of creation: Three such wordes will turne any honest woman in the world whore: for a woman is neuer wonne till shee know not vvhat to answere; and beshrew me if I vnderstand any of these: you are the partie I perceiue, and here's a white sheete, that your husband has promist me to do penance in: you must not thinke to dance the shaking of the sheetes alone though there be not such rare phrases in't, tis more to the matter; a legible hand, but for the dash, or the (hee) and (as): short bawdy Parenthesis as euer you saw, to the purpose: hee has not left out a pricke I warrant you, wherein he has promist to doe me any good, but the Law's in mine owne hand. I euer thought by his red beard hee would proue a Iudas, here am I bought and solde; hee makes much of me indeede. Well wench, we were best wisely in time seeke for preuention, I should be loath to take drinke and die on't, as I am afraid I shall that hee will lye with thee.