S., S. · published 1616 · first performed or written 1615 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Sir, you know my disease. I'm dangerous. The pox? O I have known London too long to be afraid of the pox. Come, will you unlock? I ha' the golden key. If not, I'll to Virginia, like some cheating bankrupt, and leave my Creditor i'th' suds. You know the jail. ha' you never been hired to yawl for the whole prison? and whule to the passengers? Sorcerer, thy circle cannot hold me. No, I would have yours hold me. Come, will you fadge? Not, if thou killst me: not if thy murderous hand Could put me to a death▪ (like Iesuites poison) Ten years a dying. No? you will repent. So wilt thou never: take my carcase, slave: Whiles there's a soul within; no lustful hand Did or shall ever touch it. Politic whore! What do you ken me now? My husband? o, Into your arms I fly. Infection, no. youare dangerous by your own confession. Alas! I forged that answer, to avoid Sinful embracings. Brothels sick indeed Of that contagion, sooth and smother't up, To tempt distrustful comers on, at once To their own profit, and the other's ruin. They speak false, to do false the safer. I To save my conscience did my flesh belie. You cannot tempt me Siren; I am resolute. Thou art a cunning Bitch, and I am proud Of such expected means to my revenge. Hark, how I'll quittance thy abhorred lusts. First, thou shalt be arrested for the money, Whereof I cheated thee: so be restrained From thy old straggling, mewed up like a haggard; Till the Assize comes, than thou shalt be hanged. I hear thou standst bound over for suspicion Of robbing Gripe. I did the villainy. I'll ha''t proved thine: so thou shalt hang for me. Dear husband, do so. Husband me no more: That name was canceled when you first played whore. Now garden-pot, you water your sad fears, But I am no love-fool, won with woman's tears. O prosecute your will. Thus on my knees, And with a heart more humbled, I entreat, And I must have it granted ere I rise; Be pleased to make this life a sacrifice, To expiate your wrath. I freely yield it, For your redemption. For your hate I die; That might not live in your loves company. If I confess not guilty, to save you, Imagine then all your suspicions true. But when for your debts I have paid this life, Believe but then, you had a faithful wife. O, thou wouldst melt a rock. My heart's too dead, To sprout at this wet April. Fare you well. Peace and content attend you: and let still Mercy forgive, and rectify your ill. What? not dead yet? but weeping? come, come dry Up all thy tears: go high thee in, and die. Much villainy is now together packed. The Scene grows full. Your patience this last act.
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Sir, you know my diſeaſe. I'm dangerous. The poxe? O I haue knowne London too long to bee afraid of the poxe. Come, will you vnlocke? I ha' the golden key. If not, Ile to Virginia, like ſome cheating Bankrout, and leaue my Creditour ith' ſuddes. You know the Iayle. Ha you neuer bin hir'd to yawle for the whole priſon? and whule to the paſſengers? Sorcerer, thy circle cannot hold me. No, I would haue yours holde mee. Come, will you fadge? Not, if thou killſt me: not if thy murderous hand Could put me to a death▪ (like Ieſuites poiſon) Ten yeeres a dying. No? you will repent. So wilt thou neuer: take my carcaſe, ſlaue: Whiles there's a ſoule within; no luſtfull hand Did or ſhall euer touch it. Politick whore! What do you ken me now? My husband? ô, Into your armes I flie. Infection, no. Y are dangerous by your owne confeſſion. Alas! I forg'd that anſwere, to auoid Sinfull embracings. Brothels ſicke indeed Of that contagion, ſooth and ſmother't vp, To tempt diſtruſtfull commers on, at once To their owne profit, and the others ruine. They ſpeake falſe, to do falſe the ſafer. I To ſaue my conſcience did my fleſh bely. You cannot tempt me Siren; I am reſolute. Thou art a cunning Bitch, and I am proud Of ſuch expected meanes to my reuenge. Harke, how Ile quittance thy abhorred luſts. Firſt, thou ſhalt be arreſted for the money, Whereof I cheated thee: ſo be reſtrain'd From thy old ſtraggling, mew'd vp like a haggard; Till the Aſsiſe comes, then thou ſhalt be hang'd. I heare thou ſtandſt bound ouer for ſuſpicion Of robbing Gripe. I did the villanie. Ile ha't prou'd thine: ſo thou ſhalt hang for me. Deare husband, do ſo. Husband me no more: That name was cancell'd when you firſt playd whore. Now garden-pot, you water your ſad feares, But I am no loue-foole, wonne with womans teares. O proſecute your wil. Thus on my knees, And with a heart more humbled, I intreat, And I muſt haue it granted ere I riſe; Be pleas'd to make this life a ſacrifice, To expiate your wrath. I freely yeeld it, For your redemption. For your hate I dye; That might not liue in your loues companie. If I confeſſe not guilty, to ſaue you, Imagine then all your ſuſpicions true. But when for your debts I haue payd this life, Beleeue but then, you had a faithfull wife. O, thou wouldſt melt a rocke. My heart's too dead, To ſprout at this wet Aprill. Fare you well. Peace and content attend you: and let ſtill Mercie forgiue, and rectifie your ill. What? not dead yet? but weeping? come, come dry Vp all thy teares: goe hye thee in, and dye. Much villanie is now together pack't. The Scene growes full. Your patience this laſt act.