Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1615 · first performed or written 1608 [c.1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Swear not: I cannot move him, this sad talk Of things past help, does not become us well. Shall I send one for my Musicians and we'll dance? Dance madam. Yes, Alavalta. I cannot dance Madam. Then let's be merry I am as my Fortunes bid me. Do not you see me sour? Yes. And why think you I smile? I am so far from any joy myself, I cannot fancy a cause of mirth. He tell you, we are alone: Alone. Bac. Yes. 'tis true, what then? What then? you make my smiling now Break into laughter: what think you is to be done then? We should pray to Heaven for mercy. Pray, that were a way indeed To pass the time, but I will make you blush, To see a bashful woman teach a man What we should do alone, try again If you can find it out. I dare not think I understand you. I must teach you then; Come, kiss me. Kiss you? Yes, be not ashamed: You did it not yourself, I will forgive you. Keep you displeased gods, the due respect I ought to bear unto this wicked woman, As she is now my Mother, Hast within me, lest I add sins to sins, till no repentance will cure me. Leave these melancholy moods, That I may swear thee welcome on thy lips A thousand times. Pray leave this wicked talk, You do not know to what my Father's wrong May urge me. I me careless, and do weigh The world, my life, and all my after hopes Nothing without thy Love, mistake me not: Thy Love, as I have had it, free and open As wedlock is, within itself, what say you? Nothing. Pity me, behold a Duchess Kneels for thy mercy, and I swear to you, Though I should lie with you, it is no Lust, For it desires no change, I could with you Content myself: what answer will you give? They that can answer must be less amazed, Then I am now: you see my tears deliver My meaning to you. Shall I be contemned? thou art a beast, worse than a savage beast, To let a Lady kneel, to beg that thing Which a right man would offer. 'tis your will Heaven: but let me bear me like myself, however she does. Were you made an Eunuch, since you went hence? yet they have more desire than I can find in you: How fond was I to beg thy love? He force thee to my will Dost thou not know that I can make the King Dote as my list? yield quickly, or by Heaven I'll have thee kept in prison for my purpose, Where I will make thee serve my turn, and have thee fed With such meats as best shall sit my ends And not thy health, why dost not speak to me? And when thou dost displease me, and art grown Less able to perform; then I will have thee Killed and forgotten: Are you stricken dumb?
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Sweare not: I cannot moue him, this sad talke Of things past helpe, does not become vs well. Shall I send one for my Musitions and weele daunce? Dance Madame. Yes, Alaualta. I canot dance Madam. Then lets be mery I am as my Fortunes bidde me. Doe not you see mee sowre? Yes. And why thinke you I smile? I am so farre from any ioy my selfe, I cannot fancie a cause of myrth. He tell you, we are alone: Alone. Bac. Yes. Tis true, what then? What then? you make my smiling now Break into laughter: what think you is to be don then? We should pray to Heauen for mercie. Pray, that were a way indeede To passe the time, but I will make you blush, To see a bashfull woman teach a man What wee should doe alone, trye againe If you can finde it out. I dare not thinke I vnderstand you. I must teach you then; Come, kisse me. Kisse you? Yes, be not ashamde: You did it not your selfe, I will forgiue you. Keepe you displeased gods, the due respect I ought to beare vnto this wicked woman, As shee is now my Mother, Hast within mee, Least I adde sins to sinnes, till no repentance will cure mee. Leaue these melancholly moodes, That I may sweare thee welcome on thy lippes A thousand times. Pray leaue this wicked talke, You doe not knowe to what my Fathers wrong May vrge mee. I me carelesse, and doe weigh The world, my life, and all my after hopes Nothing without thy Loue, mistake me not: Thy Loue, as I haue had it, free and open As wedlock is, within it selfe, what say you? No-thing. Pitty me, beholde a Duchesse Kneeles for thy mercie, and I sweare to you, Though I should iye with you, it is no Lust, For it desires no change, I could with you Content my selfe: what answere will you giue? They that can answere must be lesse amazde, Then I am now: you see my teares deliuer My meaning to you. Shall I be contemd? thou art a beast, worse thē a sauage beast, To let a Lady kneele, to begge that thing Which a right man would offer. Tis your will Heauen: but let me beare me like My selfe, how euer shee does. Were you made an Eunuch, since you went hēce? yet they haue more desire then I can finde in you: How fond was I to beg thy loue? He force thee to my will Doest thou not know that I can make the King Dote as my list? yeeld quickly, or by Heauen Ile haue thee kept in prison for my purpose, Where I will make thee serue my turne, and haue thee fed With such meates as best shall sit my endes And not thy health, why doest not speake to mee? And when thou doest displease mee, and art growne Lesse able to performe; then I will haue thee Kill'd and forgotten: Are you striken dumbe?