Field, Nathan · published 1618 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 497 words
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alas poor Lady, i'faith I pity her, And, but to be i'th' same state, could forego Any thing I possess, to ease her woe. loves blessing light upon thy gentle soul, Men rail at women Mistress, but it is we Are false and cruel, ten times more unkind, You are smother far, and of a softer mind: Sir, I have one request more. Gentle Lad, It must be one of a strange-quality That I deny thee, both thy form, and mind. Inform me that thy nurture hath been better, Than to betray thee to this present life. 'tis, that you would vouchsafe to entertain me, My feet do tremble under me, to bear My body back unto my uncouth Lady, To assure her grief; what heart so hard, would owe A tongue, to tell so sad a tale to her? alas, I dare not look upon her eyes, Where wronged love, sits like the basilisk, And sure would kill me for my dire report, Or rather should not I appear like death, When every word I speak shot through her heart, More mortally than his unsparing dart. Let me speak for the Boy. To what end (love) No, I will sue to him, to follow me, Introth I love thy sweet condition, And may live to inform thy Lady of thee; Come in dry, dry thine eyes, respite thy woe: The effects of causes, crown, or overthrow. 'Slight, what should be become of her, you swear she passed not forth of doors, and i'th' house she is not? Did you not see her Princox? This same Bawd has brought her letters from some younger brother, and she is stole away. Bawd, I defy you, indeed your Lordship thinks, you may make Bawds of whom you please, i'll take my oath upon a book, since I met her in the necessary house i'th' morning, I ne'er set eye on her. she went not out of doors. Sure she has an invisible ring. Marry she's the honester woman, for some of their ring are visible enough, the more shame for them, still say I, let the pond at Islington be searched: go to, there's more have drowned themselves for love this year than you are aware of. Pish, you are a fool. S'hart call him fool again. By this light and I will, as soon as ever you have showed me the Swaggerers. Her clothes are all yonder my Lord. And even those same she had on today. Madam where is your Husband? Rid into the Country. O' my conscience, rid into France with your sister. Away, away for shame. Why, I hope she is not the first Lady that has run away with other women's husbands. It may be she's stolen out to see a play. Who should go with her, man? Upon my life you'll hear on her at Master Ingens house, some love passed betwixt them, and we heard that he was married today, to another.
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Ahlas poore Ladie, 'saith I pittie her, And, but to be i'th same state, could forgoe Any thing I possesse, to ease her woe. Loues blessing light vpon thy gentle soule, Men raile at women Mistris, but is we Are false and cruell, ten times more vnkind, You are smoother farre, and of a softer mind: Sir, I haue one request more. Gentle Lad, It must be one of a strange-qualitie That I denie thee, both thy forme, and minde. Informe me that thy nrture hath beene better, Than to betray thee to this present life. 'is, that you would vouchsafe to entertaine me, My feee do tremble vnder me, to beare My boie back vnto my vncouth Ladie, To assure her griefe; what heart so hard, would owe A tongue, to tell so sad a tale to her? Ahlas, I dare not looke vpon her eies, Where wronged loue, its like the Basilisque, And sure would kill me for my dire report, Or rather should not I appeare like death, When euery word I speak shot through her hart, More mortallie than his vsparing dart. Let me speake for the Boy. To what end (loue) No, I will sue to him, to follow me, Introth I loue thy sweet condition, And may liue to iforme thy Lady of thee; Come in drie, drie thine eies, respit thy woe: The effects of causes, crowne, or ouerthrow. S'light, what should be become of her, you sweare she past not forth of does, and i'th house she is not? Did you not see her Princox? This same Bawd has brought her letters from some yonger brother, and she is stole away. Bawd, I defie you, indeed your Lordship thinkes, you may make Bawds of whom you please, i'le take my oath vpon a booke, since I met her in the necessarie house i'th morning, I ne're set eye on her. She went not out of dores. Sure shee has an inuisible ring. Mrrie she's the honester woman, for some of their ring are visible enough, the more shame for them, still say I, let the pond at Islington be search't: goe to, there's more haue drown'd themselues for loue this yeare then you are aware of. Pish, you are a foole. S'hart call him foole againe. By this light and I will, as soone as euer you haue shew'd me the Swaggerers. Her clothes are all younder my Lord. And euen those same she had on to day. Madam where is your Husband? Rid into the Countrie. O' my conscience, rid into France with your sister. Away, away for shame. Why, I hope she is not the first Ladie that has run away with other womens husbands. It may be shee's stolne out to see a play. Who should goe with her, man? Vpon my life you'll heare on her at Master Ingens house, some loue past betwixt them, and we heard that he was married to day, to another.