S., S. · published 1616 · first performed or written 1615 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 470 words
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Farewell Sir, think on Vaster. Friend adieu. To Vaster and my vow I will be true. How thick the sharp pulse of my conscience bears! How strangely my distracted Fancy threats! Oh unappeased murder, that still keeps The sensitive committer from fast sleeps: And murmurs in the ears a fatal knell Of restless thoughts on earth, of worse in hell, How deep thou strik'st me with a silent blow! Be patient heart, to thy fate humbly bow. Fetch him again I cannot; oh his sown Is too too mortal. Why then hurled I down My sinking spirits? Let me sly to mirth, And burden cares with wine, to make them sink. The world's rule is, Who feels the load of conscience let him drink. But oh importunate grief! too hard it is, To counterfeit a false and forged bliss! Yet once I'll force a trial; I have here an Inn, I hear and wonder, is turned house of sin. I'll see, if the loose sprawls, with their sharp wit, Can give my mind a medicine for this fit. Whores I abhor, as gardiner's jays: no matter; Once for experiment, I'll hear them chatter. Prevention! I think here's one of the journey-women come, to proffer me her service. Black prostitution! that any such face should ever wait upon thee. Sister, what seek you? What is hard to find: An honest man, or else my eyes are blind. Fut, if I say I'm one, I then fall short, Of the occasion I intend for sport. I'm such a fool in this Priapus-rode. methinks, sweetheart, your honestman should be one, that should please your appetite, stir your veins, tickle your blood, and make you laugh delight into your panting spleen. An honest devil. theyare friends to hell, that tempt weak souls to evil. Come, let me kiss thee— so: this was with ease; Words are airy shades, theyare deeds that please. Sir, do not think to enter my chaste fort, Encouraged by this parley. You presume— Not to unlock thy treasures with such keys. Gold only can surprise such holds as these. And I have that will do 't. Then use it well. How's wealth abused, when it conducts to hell! Sir, I will set no price on your desires. I'll be the franker Paymaster. You must: Then pay me for my virtue: so I'll take it. What starves lust, is well bought; not what it feeds. 'Tis folly's dregs, with coin to buy ill deeds. Come, come; why should you be so quaint, and nice, That know what belongs to't?' Dsso, a Virgin At thirteen, or perhaps a little under, Could not with whewling nay's be so perverse, In her beworded Maidenhead. I must. Thou dost not rightly of my merits deem. I would not know you such, as you now seem.
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Farewell Sir, thinke on Vaſter. Friend adieu. To Vaſter and my vowe I will be true. How thicke the ſharpe pulſe of my conſcience beares! How ſtrangely my diſtracted Phantſie threats! Oh vnappeaſed murder, that ſtill keepes The ſenſitiue committer from faſt ſleepes: And murmurs in the eares a fatall knell Of reſtleſſe thoughts on earth, of worſe in hell, How deepe thou ſtrik'ſt me with a ſilent blow! Be patient heart, to thy fate humbly bow. Fetch him againe I cannot; oh his ſowne Is too too mortall. Why then hurl'd I downe My ſinking ſpirits? Let me ſlye to mirth, And burden cares with wine, to make them ſinke. The worlds rule is, Who feels the lode of conſcience let him drink. But oh importunate griefe! too hard it is, To counterfet a falſe and forged bliſſe! Yet once Ile force a tryall; I haue here an Inne, I heare and wonder, is turn'd houſe of ſinne. Ile ſee, if the looſe ſprawles, with their ſharpe wit, Can giue my mind a medicine for this fit. Whores I abhorre, as Gardiners Iayes: no matter; Once for experiment, Ile heare them chatter. Preuention! I thinke here's one of the iourney-women come, to proffer me her ſeruice. Black proſtitution! that any ſuch face ſhould euer waite vpon thee. Siſter, what ſeeke you? What is hard to find: An honeſt man, or els my eyes are blinde. Fut, if I ſay I'm one, I then fall ſhort, Of the occaſion I intend for ſport. I'm ſuch a foole in this Priapus-rode. Mee thinks, ſweet-heart, your honeſt-man ſhould bee one, that ſhould pleaſe your appetite, ſtirre your veines, tickle your bloud, and make you laugh delight into your panting ſpleene. An honeſt diuell. Th'are friends to hell, that tempt weake ſoules to euill. Come, let me kiſſe thee—ſo: this was with eaſe; Words are ayry ſhades, th'are deeds that pleaſe. Sir, do not thinke to enter my chaſte fort, Encourag'd by this parle. You preſume— Not to vnlocke thy treaſures with ſuch keyes. Gold only can ſurpriſe ſuch holds as theſe. And I haue that will doo 't. Then vſe it well. How's wealth abus'd, when it conducts to hell! Sir, I will ſet no price on your deſires. Ile be the franker Pay-maſter. You muſt: Then pay me for my vertue: ſo Ile▪ take it. What ſtarues luſt, is well bought; not what it feedes. 'Tis follies dregges, with coyne to buy ill deedes. Come, come; why ſhould you be ſo quaint, and nice, That know what belongs to 't? 'Dsſo, a Virgin At thirteene, or perhaps a little vnder, Could not with whuling nay's be ſo peruerſe, In her beworded Mayden-head. I muſt. Thou doſt not rightly of my merits deeme. I would not know you ſuch, as you now ſeeme.