Beaumont, Francis · published 1613 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 493 words
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Sir, these are quickly answered. So they are. Where women are not cruel: but how far Is it now distant from this place we are in, Unto that blessed place your father's warren. What makes you think of that sir? even that face For stealing rabbits whilom in that place, God Cupid, or the Keeper, I know not whether Unto my cost and charges brought you thither, And there began. Your game sir. Let no game, Or any thing that tendeth to the same. be evermore remembered, thou fair killer For whom I sat me down and broke my tiler. There's a kind Gentleman, I warrant you, when will you do as much for me George? Beshrew me sir, I am sorry for your losses, But as the proverb says, I cannot cry, I would you had not seen me. So would I. Unless you had more maw to do me good. Why, cannot this strange passion be withstood, Send for a Constable and raise the Town. O no, my valiant love will batter down Millions of Constables, and put to flight, Even that great watch of Midsummer day at night. Beshrew me sir, 'twere good I yielded then, Weak women cannot hope, where valiant men Have no resistance. Yield then, I am full Of pity, though I say it, and can pull Out of my pocket, thus, a pair of gloves, Look Lucy, look, the dog's tooth, nor the Doves Are not so white as these; and sweet they be, And whipped about with silk, as you may see. If you desire the price, suit from your eye, A beam to this place, and you shall espy F. S. which is to say, my sweetest honey, They cost me three and two pence, or no money. Well sir, I take them kindly, and I thank you, What would you more? Nothing. Why then farewell. Nor so, nor so, for Lady I must tell, Before we part, for what we met together, God grant me time, and patience, and fair weather. Speak and declare your mind in terms so brief. I shall, than first and foremost for relief I call to you, I if that you can afford it, I care not at what price, for on my word, it Shall be repaid again, although it cost me More than I'll speak of now, for love hath tossed me, In furious blanket like a Tennis ball, And now I rise aloft, and now I fall. Alas good Gentleman, alas the day. I thank you heartily, and as I say, Thus do I still continue without rest, I'th' morning like a man, at night a beast, Roaring and bellowing mine own disquiet, That much I fear, forsaking of my diet, Will bring me presently to that quandary, I shall bid all adieu: Now by S. Marry That were great pity. So it were beshrew me, Then ease me lusty Luce, and pity show me.
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Sir, these are quickely answered. So they are. Where women are not cruel: but how farre Is it now distant from this place we are in, Vnto that blessed place your fathers warren. What makes you thinke of that sir? Euen that face For stealing Rabbets whilome in that place, God Cupid, or the Keeper, I know not whether Vnto my cost and charges brought you thither, And there began. Your game sir. Let no game, Or any thing that tendeth to the same. Bee euermore remembred, thou faire killer For whom I sate me downe and brake my Tiller. There's a kind Gentleman, I warrant you, when will you do as much for me George? Beshrew me sir, I am sorry for your losses, But as the prouerbe saies, I cannot cry, I would you had not seene me. So would I. Vnlesse you had more maw to do me good. Why, cannot this strange passion be withstood, Send for a Constable and raise the Towne. O no, my valiant loue will batter downe Millions of Constables, and put to flight, Euen that great watch of Mid-summer day at night. Beshrew me sir, 'twere good I yeelded then, Weake women cannot hope, where valiant men Haue no resistance. Yeeld then, I am full Of pitty, though I say it, and can pull Out of my pocket, thus, a paire of gloues, Looke Lucy, looke, the dogs tooth, nor the Doues Are not so white as these; and sweete they bee, And whipt about with silke, as you may see. If you desire the price, sute from your eie, A beame to this place, and you shall espie F. S. which is to say, my sweetest hony, They cost me three and two pence, or no mony. Well sir, I take them kindly, and I thanke you, What would you more? Nothing. Why then fare-well. Nor so, nor so, for Lady I must tell, Before we part, for what we met together, God grant me time, and patience, and faire weather. Speake and declare your minde in termes so briefe. I shall, then first and formost for reliefe I call to you, I if that you can affoord it, I care not at what price, for on my word, it Shall be repaid againe, although it cost me More then I'le speake of now, for loue hath tost me, In furious blanket like a Tennis ball, And now I rise aloft, and now I fall. Alas good Gentleman, alas the day. I thanke you hartely, and as I say, Thus do I still continue without rest, I'th' morning like a man, at night a beast, Roaring and bellowing myne owne disquiet, That much I feare, forsaking of my diet, Will bring me presently to that quandary, I shall bid all adeiw: Now by S. Mary That were great pitty. So it were beshrew me, Then ease me lusty Luce, and pitty shew me.