Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1616 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1616] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Is my servant well. In being yours I am so. Then I care not. How do ye, reach a chair there: I confess my fault not pardonable, in pursuing thus upon such tenderness my wilful error: but had I known it would have wrought thus with ye, thus strangely; not the world had won me to it, and let not (my best Lady) any word spoke to my end disturb your quiet peace: for sooner shall you know a general ruin, than my faith broken. Do not doubt this Mistress: for by my life I cannot live without you. Come come, you shall not grieve, rather be angry, and heap infliction on me: I will suffer. O I could curse myself, pray smile upon me. Upon my faith it was but a trick to try you, knowing you loved me dearly, and yet strangely that you would never show it, though my means was all humility. Ha, ha. How now? I thank you fine fool for your most fine plot: this was a subtle one, a stiff device to have caught dotterels with. Good senseless Sir, could you imagine I should swoon for you, and know yourself to be an arrant ass? ay, a discovered one. 'tis quit I Thank you Sir. Ha, ha, ha. Take heed sir, she may chance to swoon again? Ha, ha, ha. Step to her sir, see how she changes colour. I'll go to hell first, and be better welcome. I am fool'd, I doe confesse it, y o'd, Lady fooled Madam, and I thank you for it. Faith 'tis not so much worth Sir: But if I know when you come next a birding. I'll have a stronger noose to hold the woodcock. Ha, ha, ha. I am glad to see you merry, pray laugh on. Had a hard heart that could not laugh at you Sir. ha, ha. Pray Sister do not laugh, you'll anger him, And then he'll rail like a rude Costermonger, That Schoolboys had cozened of his apples, As loud and senseless. I will not rail. Faith then let's hear him sister. Yes you shall hear me. Shall we be the better for it then? No. He that makes a woman better by his words, I'll have him Sainted: blows will not do it. By this light he'll beat us. You do deserve it richly, And may live to have a Beadle do it. Now he rai. Come full Folly, If this be railing, you shall hear me rail. ay put it in good words then. The worst are good enough for such a trifle, Such a proud piece of Cobweb lawn. You Sir. I would till the bones cracked, and I had my will. We had best muffle him, he grows mad. I would 'twere lawful in the next great sickness to have the dogs spared; those harmless creatures, and knock i'th' head these hot continual plagues, women, that are more infectious. I hope the state will think on't.
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Is my seruant well. In being yours I am so. Then I care not. How doe ye, reach a chaire there: I confesse my fault not pardonable, in pursuing thus vpon such tendernesse my wilful errour: but had I knowne it would haue rought thus with yee, thus strangely; not the world had wonne me to it, and let not (my best Lady) any word spoke to my end disturbe your quiet peace: for sooner shall you know a generall ruine, then my faith broken. Doe not doubt this Mistres: for by my life I cannot liue without you. Come come, you shall not greeue, rather be angry, and heape i fliction on me: I wil suffer. O I could curse my selfe, praye smile vpon me. Vpon y faith it was but a tricke to trie you, knowing you lou'd me dealy, and yet strangely that you would neuer shew it, though my meanes was all humilitie. Ha, ha. How now? I thanke you fine foole for your most fine plot: this was a subile one, a deuice to haue caught Dols with. Good sencelesse Sir, could you imagine I should swoune for you, and know your selfe to be an at asse? I, a discouerd one. Tis quit I Thank you Sir. Ha, ha, ha. Take heede sir, she may chance to swoune againe? Ha, ha, ha. Step to her sir, see how she changes colour. Ile goe to h irst, and bebetter welcome. I am fool'd, I doe confesse it, y o'd, Ladie fool'd Madam, and I thanke you for it. Faith ' not so much worth Sir: But if I know when you come nxt a burding. Ile haue a stronger noose to hold the woodcock. Ha, ha, ha. I am glad to see you merry, pray laugh on. Had a hard heart that could not laugh at you Sir. ha, ha. Praye Sister doe not laugh, youle anger him, And then hee'l like a rude , That Schooleboies had cozned of his apples, As loud and sencelesse. I will not rai. Faith then lets heare him sister. Yes you shall heare me. Shall we the better for it then? No. He that makes a woman better by his words, Ile haue him Sainted: blowes wil not doe it. By this light h'l beate vs. Yo doe deserue it richly, And may liue to haue a Beadle doe it. Now he rai. Come full Folly, If this be railing, you shall heare me raile. ay put it in good words then. The worst are good enough for such a trisle, Such a proud of Cobwb lawnë. You Sir. I would til the bones crackt, and I had my will. We had best mussell him, he grows . I would twere in the next great sicknesse to haue the dogs spared; those harmelesse creatures, and knocke i head these hot continuall plagues, weomen, that are more . I hope the stat will thinke on't.