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 · 491 words
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Well, we will bring them to the Gallows, and then, like kind virgins, beg their lives, and after live at our pleasures, and this bridle shall still rain them. Faith, if we were disposed, we might seem as safe, As if we had the broad seal to warrant it: But that night's work will stick by me this forty weeks. Come, shall we go visit the discontented Lady Lentulus? Whom the Lord Mendosa has confessed to his Chirurgeon, He would have robbed? I thought great men would but Have robbed the poor, yet he the rich. He thought that the richer purchase, though with the worse conscience: but we'll to comfort her, and then go hear our Husbands lamentations. They say mine has compiled an ungodly volume of satires against women, and calls his book The Snarl. But he's in hope his book will save him. God defend that it should, or any that snarl in that fashion. Well wench, if I could be metamorphosed into thy shape, I should have my husband pliant to me in his life, And soon rid of him: for being weary with his continual motion, He'd die of a consumption. Make much of him, for all our wanton prize, Follow the Proverb, Merry be and wise. Time that devour'st all mortality, Run swiftly these few hours, And bring Guiaca on thy aged shoulders, That I may clip the rarest model of creation. Do this gentle Time And I will curl thine aged silver lock, And dally with thee in delicious pleasure. Medea-like I will renew thy youth; But if thy frozen steps delay my love, I'll poison thee with murder, curse thy paths, And make thee know a time of infamy. Anna, give watch, and bring me certain notice When Count Guiaca doth approach my house. madam I go. I am kept for pleasure, though I never taste it. For 'tis the ushers office still to cover His ladies private meetings with her Lover. Desire, thou quenchless flame that burnest our souls, Cease to torment me; The dew of pleasure shall put out thy fire, And quite consume thee with satiety. Lust shall be cooled with lust, wherein I'll prove, The life of love is only saved by love. madam, he's coming. Thou blessed Mercurie, Prepare a banquet fit to please the Gods; Let Sphere-like Music breath delicious tones Into our mortal ears; perfume the house With odoriferous scents, sweeter than Myrrh, Or all the Spices in Panchaia: His sight and touching we will recreate, That his five Senses shall be fivefold happy. His breath like Roses casts out sweet perfume; Time now with pleasure shall itself consume. How like Adonis in his hunting weeds, Looks this same Goddess tempter? And art thou come? this kiss entrance thy soul. Gods I do not envy you; for know this Way's here on earth complete, excels you bliss: I'll not change this night's pleasure with you all.
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Well, we vvill bring them to the Gallowes, and then, like kinde virgins, begge their liues, and after liue at our pleasures, and this bridle shall still reyne them. Faith, if vve were disposed, we might seeme as safe, As if we had the broad seale to warrant it: But that nights worke vvill sticke by me this forty weekes. Come, shall we goe visit the discontented Lady Lentulus? Whom the Lord Mendosa has confest to his Chirurgion, He vvould haue rob'd? I thought great men would but Haue rob'd the poore, yet he the rich. He thought that the richer purchase, though vvith the worse conscience: but vvee'll to comfort her, and then goe heare our Husbands lamentations. They say mine has compiled an vngodly volume of Satyres against women, and cals his booke The Snarle. But he's in hope his booke will saue him. God defend that it should, or any that snarle in that fashion. Well wench, if I could be metamorphosed into thy shape, I should haue my husband pliant to me in his life, And soone rid of him: for being weary vvith his continuall motion, He'de dye of a consumption. Make much of him, for all our wanton prize, Follow the Prouerbe, Merry be and wise. Time that deuour'st all mortalitie, Runne swiftly these few houres, And bring Gniaca on thy aged shoulders, That I may clip the rarest modell of creation. Doe this gentle Time And I vvill curle thine aged siluer locke, And dally vvith thee in delicious pleasure. Medea-like I will renew thy youth; But if thy frozen steps delay my loue, Ile poyson thee with murder, curse thy pathes, And make thee know a time of infamy. Anna, giue watch▪ and bring me certaine notice When Count Gniaca doth approach my house. Madame I goe. I am kept for pleasure, though I neuer taste it. For 'tis the vshers office still to couer His Ladyes priuate meetings with her Louer. Desire, thou quenchlesse flame that burn'st our soules, Cease to torment me; The dewe of pleasure shall put out thy fire, And quite consume thee with satierie. Lust shall be cool'd with lust, wherein Ile proue, The life of loue is onely sau'd by loue. Madame, hee's comming▪ Thou blessed Mercurie, Prepare a banquet fit to please the Gods; Let Sphaere-like Musicke breathe delicious tones Into our mortall eares; perfume the house With odoriferous sents, sweeter then Myrrhe, Or all the Spices in Panchaia: His sight and touching wee will recreate, That his fiue Senses shall be fiue-fold happy. His breath like Roses casts out sweete perfume; Time now with pleasure shall it selfe consume. How like Adonis in his hunting weedes, Lookes this same Goddesse tempter? And art thou come? this kisse entrance thy soule. Gods I doe not enuy you; for know this Way's here on earth compleate, excels you blisse: Ile not change this nights pleasure vvith you all.