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 T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Farewell wise-woman. Now 'gins my vengeance mount high in my lust: 'Tis a rare creature, she'll do't i'faith; And I am armed at all points, A rare whiblin, To be revenged, and yet gain pleasure in't, One height above revenge: yet what a slave am I, Are there not younger Brothers enough, but we must Branch one another? oh but mine's revenge, And who on that does dream Must be a Tyrant ever in extreme. O my Wife Thais get my Breakfast ready, I must into the Country to a Farm I have Some two miles off, and, as I think, Shall not come home tonight. Iaques, Iaques, Get my Vessel ready to row me down the River. Prithee make haste Sweet girl. So, there's one fool shipped away: are your cross-points discovered? Get your Breakfast ready! By this light I'll tie you to hard fare: I have been too sparing of that you prodigally offer Voluntary to another: well you shall be a tame fool hereafter. The finest light is when we first defraud; Husband tonight 'tis I must lie abroad. Here, take this Letter, bear it to the Count: But Boy, first tell me; think'st thou I am in love? madam, I cannot tell. Canst thou not tell? Dost thou not see my face? Is not the face the Index of the mind? And canst thou not distinguish Love by that? No madam. Then take this Letter and deliver it Unto the worthy Count. No, fie upon him, Come back again: tell me, why shouldst thou think That same's a Love-letter? I do not think so madam. I know thou dost: for thou dost ever use To hold the wrong opinion. Tell me true, Dost thou not think that Letter is of Love? If you would have me think so madam, yes. What dost thou think thy Lady is so fond? Give me the Letter, thyself shall see it. Yet I should tear it in the breaking ope, And make him lay a wrongful charge on thee; And say thou brok'st it open by the way; And saw what heinous things I charge him with: But 'tis all one, the Letter is not of love, Therefore deliver it unto himself, And tell him he's deceived, I do not love him. But if he think so bid him come to me, And I'll confute him straight; I'll show him reasons, I'll show him plainly why I cannot love him. And if he hap to read it in thy hearing, Or chance to tell thee that the words were sweet, Do not thou then disclose my lewd intent, Under those Siren words, and how I mean To use him when I have him at my will: For then thou wilt destroy the plot that's laid, And make him fear to yield when I do wish Only to have him yield; for when I have him, None but myself shall know how I will use him. Be gone, why stayest thou? yet return again. I madam.
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Farewell vvise-woman. Now gins my vengeance mount high in my lust: 'Tis a rare creature, shee'll do't i'faith; And I am arm'd at all points▪ A rare whiblin, To be reueng'd, and yet gaine pleasure in't, One height aboue reuenge: yet vvhat a slaue am I, Are there not younger Brothers enough, but vve must Branch one another? oh but mine's reuenge, And who on that does dreame Must be a Tyrant euer in extreame. O my Wife Thais get my Breakefast ready, I must into the Country to a Farme I haue Some two miles off, and, as I thinke, Shall not come home to night. Iaques, Iaques, Get my Vessell ready to row me downe the Riuer. Prethee make haste Sweet girle. So, there's one foole shipt away: are your crosse-points discouer'd? Get your Breake-fast ready! By this light Ile tie you to hard fare: I haue beene too sparing of that you prodigally offer Voluntary to another: well you shall be a tame foole hereafter. The finest light is when vve first defraud; Husband to night 'tis I must lie abroad. Here, take this Letter, beare it to the Count: But Boy, first tell me; think'st thou I am in loue? Madame, I cannot tell. Canst thou not tell? Dost thou not see my face? Is not the face the Index of the minde? And canst thou not destinguish Loue by that? No Madame. Then take this Letter and deliuer it Vnto the worthy Count. No, fie vpon him, Come backe againe: tell me, why shouldst thou thinke That same's a Loue-letter? I doe not thinke so Madame. I know thou dost: for thou dost euer vse To hold the wrong opinion. Tell me true, Dost thou not thinke that Letter is of Loue? If you vvould haue me thinke so Madame, yes. What dost thou thinke thy Lady is so fond? Giue me the Letter, thy selfe shall see it. Yet I should teare it in the breaking ope, And make him lay a wrongfull charge on thee; And say thou brok'st it open by the vvay; And saw vvhat haynous things I charge him vvith: But 'tis all one, the Letter is not of loue, Therefore deliuer it vnto himselfe, And tell him hee's deceiu'd, I doe not loue him. But if he thinke so bid him come to me, And Ile confute him straight; Ile shew him reasons, Ile shew him plainely why I cannot loue him. And if he hap to reade it in thy hearing, Or chance to tell thee that the vvordes vvere sweet, Doe not thou then disclose my lewde entent, Vnder those Syren vvordes, and how I meane To vse him vvhen I haue him at my vvill: For then thou wilt destroy the plot that's laid, And make him feare to yeeld vvhen I doe vvish Onely to haue him yeeld; for vvhen I haue him, None but my selfe shall know how I vvill vse him. Be gone, why stayest thou? yet returne againe. I Madame.