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 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
I desire no more, farewell, and keep my heart, 'tis yours. I take it, He must do miracles makes me forsake it. Fie upon am little infidels, what a matter's here now? well, I'll be hanged for a halfpenny, if there be not some abomination knavery in this Play, well, let'em look to't, Rafe must come, and if there be any tricks a brewing,— Let'em brew and bake too husband, a God's name, Rafe will find all out I warrant you, and they were older than they are, I pray my pretty youth is Rafe ready. He will be presently. Now I pray you make my commendations unto him, and withal carry him this stick of liquorice, tell him his Mistress sent it him, and bid him bite a piece, 'twill open his pipes the better, say. Come sir, she's yours, upon my faith she's yours You have my hand, for other idle lets Between your hopes and her, thus, with a wind They are scattered and no more: my wanton Prentice, That like a bladder, blew himself with love, I have let out, and sent him to discover New Masters yet unknown. I thank you sir, Indeed I thank you sir, and ere I stir It shall be known, however you do deem, I am of gentle blood and gentle seem. O sir, I know it certain. Sir my friend, Although, as Writers say, all things have end, And that we call a pudding, hath his two O let it not seem strange I pray to you, If in this bloody simile, I put My love, more endless, then frail things or gut. Husband, I prithee sweet lamb tell me one thing, But tell me truly: stay youths I beseech you, till I question my husband. What is it mouse? Sirrah, didst thou ever see a prettier child? how it behaves itself, I warrant ye, and speaks, and looks, and pearts up the head? I pray you brother, with your favour, were you never none of M. Monkester's scholars? Chicken, I prithee heartily contain thyself, the children are pretty children, but when Rafe comes, Lamb. I when Rafe comes coney; well my youth, you may proceed Well sir, you know my love, and rest, I hope, Assured of my consent, get but my daughters, And wed her when you please; you must be bold, And clap in close unto her, come, I know You have language good enough to win a wench. A whoreson tyrant has been an old stringer in's days I warrant him. I take your gentle offer and withal Yield love again for love reciprocal. What Luce within there. Called you sir? I did. Give entertainment to this Gentleman And see you be not froward: to her sir, My presence will but be an eyesore to you. Fair Mistress Luce, how do you, are you well? Give me your hand and then I pray you tell, How doth your little sister, and your brother? And whether you love me or any other.
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I desire no more, Fare-well, and keepe my heart, 'tis yours. I take it, He must do miracles makes me forsake it. Fye vpon am little infidels, what a matters here now? well, I'le be hang'd for a halfe-penny, if there be not some abomination knauery in this Play, well, let'em looke toot, Rafe must come, and if there be any tricks a brewing,— Let'em brew and bake too husband, a Gods name, Rafe will find all out I warrant you, and they were older then they are, I pray my pretty youth is Rafe ready. He will be presently. Now I pray you make my commendations vnto him, and withall carry him this sticke of Licoras, tell him his Mistresse sent it him, and bid him bite a peece, 'twill open his pipes the better, say. Come sir, shee's yours, vpon my faith she's yours You haue my hand, for other idle lets Betweene your hopes and her, thus, with a wind They are scattered and no more: my wanton Prentice, That like a bladder, blew himselfe with loue, I haue let out, and sent him to discouer New Maisters yet vnknowne. I thanke you sir, Indeed I thanke you sir, and ere I stir It shall bee knowne, how euer you do deeme, I am of gentle bloud and gentle seeme. O sir, I know it certaine. Sir my friend, Although, as Writers say, all things haue end, And that we call a pudding, hath his two O let it not seeme strange I pray to you, If in this bloudy simile, I put My loue, more endlesse, then fraile things or gut. Husband, I prethee sweete lambe tell me one thing, But tell mee truely: stay youths I beseech you, till I question my husband. What is it mouse? Sirrah, didst thou euer see a prettier child? how it behaues it selfe, I warrant yee, and speakes, and lookes, and pearts vp the head? I pray you brother, with your fauor, were you neuer none of M. Monkesters schollars? Chicken, I prethee heartely containe thy selfe, the childer are pretty childer, but when Rafe comes, Lambe. I when Rafe comes conny; well my youth, you may proceed Wel sir, you know my loue, and rest, I hope, Assur'd of my consent, get but my daughters, And wed her when you please; you must be bold, And clap in close vnto her, come, I know You haue language good enough to win a wench. A whoreson tyrant has ben an old stringer in's daies I warrant him. I take your gentle offer and withall Yeeld loue againe for loue reciprocall. What Luce within there. Cal'd you sir? I did. Giue entertainement to this Gentleman And see you bee not froward: to her sir, My presence will but bee an eye-soare to you. Faire Mistresse Luce, how do you, are you well? Giue me your hand and then I pray you tell, How doth your little sister, and your brother? And whether you loue me or any other.