Beaumont, Francis · published 1613 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Take you no care for Rafe, he'll discharge himself I warrant you. i'faith Gentlemen I'll give my word for Rafe. Sirrah, I'll make you know you are my Prentice, And whom my charitable love redeemed Even from the fall of fortune, gave thee heat And growth, to be what now thou art, new cast thee, Adding the trust of all I have at home, In foreign Staples, or upon the Sea To thy direction, tied the good opinions Both of myself and friends to thy endeavours, So fair were thy beginnings, but with these, As I remember, you had never charge, To love your masters daughter, and even then, When I had found a wealthy husband for her, I take it, sir, you had not; but however, I'll break the neck of that commission, And make you know you are but a Merchant's Factor. Sir, I do liberally confess I am yours, Bound, both by love and duty, to your service; In which, my labour hath been all my profit; I have not lost in bargain, nor delighted To wear your honest gains upon my back, Nor have I given a pension to my blood, Or lavishly in play consumed your stock. These, and the miseries that do attend them, I dare, with innocence, proclaim are strangers To all my temperate actions; for your daughter, If there be any love, to my deservings, Borne by her virtuous self, I cannot stop it? Nor, am I able to refrain her wishes. She's private to herself and best of knowledge, Whom she'll make so happy as to sigh for. Besides, I cannot think you mean to match her, Unto a fellow of so lame a presence, One that hath little left of Nature in him. 'Tis very well sir, I can tell your wisdom How all this shall be cured. Your care becomes you. And thus it must be sir, I here discharge you My house and service, take your liberty, And when I want a son I'll send for you. These be the fair rewards of them that love. O you that live in freedom never prove The travel of a mind led by desire. Why, how now friend, struck with my father's thunder? Struck and struck dead unless the remedy Be full of speed and virtue; I am now, What I expected long, no more your fathers. But mine. But yours, and only yours I am, That's all I have to keep me from the Statute, You dare be constant still. O fear me not, In this I dare be better than a woman. Nor shall his anger, nor his offers move me, Were they both equal to a PRINCE's power. You know my rival? Yes and love him dearly Even as I love an ague, or foul weather, I prithee Iasper fear him not. O no, I do not mean to do him so much kindness, But to our own desires, you know the plot We both agreed on. Yes, and will perform My part exactly.
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Take you no care for Rafe, hee'l discharge himselfe I warrant you. I faith Gentlemen Il'e giue my word for Rafe. Sirrah, Il'e make you know you are my Prentice, And whom my charitable loue redeem'd Euen from the fall of fortune, gaue thee heate And growth, to be what now thou art, new cast thee, Adding the trust of all I haue at home, In forren Staples, or vpon the Sea To thy direction, ti'de the good opinions Both of my selfe and friends to thy endeauours, So faire were thy beginnings, but with these, As I remember, you had neuer charge, To loue your Maisters daughter, and euen then, When I had found a wealthy husband for her, I take it, sir, you had not; but how euer, I'le breake the necke of that commission, And make you know you are but a Merchants Factor. Sir, I do liberally confesse I am yours, Bound, both by loue and duty, to your seruice; In which, my labour hath bene all my profit; I haue not lost in bargaine, nor delighted To weare your honest gaines vpon my backe, Nor haue I giuen a pencion to my bloud, Or lauishly in play consum'd your stocke. These, and the miseries that do attend them, I dare, with innocence, proclaime are strangers To all my temperate actions; for your daughter, If there be any loue, to my deseruings, Borne by her vertuous selfe, I cannot stop it? Nor, am I able to refraine her wishes. She's priuate to her selfe and best of knowledge, Whom she'le make so happy as to sigh for. Besides, I cannot thinke you meane to match her, Vnto a felow of so lame a presence, One that hath little left of Nature in him. 'Tis very well sir, I can tell your wisedome How all this shall bee cur'd. Your care becomes you. And thus it must be sir, I heere discharge you My house and seruice, take your liberty, And when I want a sonne I'le send for you. These be the faire rewards of them that loue. O you that liue in freedome neuer proue The trauell of a mind led by desire. Why, how now friend, struck with my fathers thunder? Strucke and strucke dead vnlesse the remedy Be full of speede and vertue; I am now, What I expected long, no more your fathers. But mine. But yours, and onely yours I am, That's all I haue to keepe mee from the Statute, You dare be constant still. O feare me not, In this I dare be better then a woman. Nor shall his anger, nor his offers moue me, Were they both equall to a Princes power. You know my riuall? Yes and loue him deerly Euen as I loue an ague, or foule weather, I prethee Iasper feare him not. O no, I do not meane to do him so much kindnesse, But to our owne desires, you know the plot We both agreed on. Yes, and will performe My part exactly.