Field, Nathan · published 1618 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
You will fail this way to, upon my knees I do desire thee to preserve thy virtues, And with my tears my honour; 'tis as bad To lose our worths to them, or to deceive Who have held worthy opinions of us, As to betray trust: all this I implore For thine own sake, not mine, as for myself, If thou be'st violent, by this stupid night, And all the mischiefs her dark womb hath bred, I'll raise the house, I'll cry a rape. I hope you will not hang me, that were murder Lady, A greater sin, then lying with me sure. Come, flatter not yourself with argument, I will exclaim; the law hangs you, not I, Or if I did, I had rather far confound The dearest body in the world to me, Then that, that body, should confound my soul. Your soul, alas Mistress, are you so fond To think her general destruction Can be procured by such a natural act, Which beasts are borne to and have privilege in? Fie, fie, if this could be, far happier Are sensitive souls in their creation Than man the prince of creatures, think you Heaven Regards such mortal deeds, or punisheth Those acts, for which he hath ordained us? You argue like an Atheist, man is never The prince of creatures, as you call him now, But in his reason, fail that, he is worse Than Horse or Dog, or beasts of wilderness, And 'tis that reason teacheth us to do Our actions unlike them: then that which you Termed in them a privilege beyond us, The baseness of their being doth express, Compared to ours, Horses, Bulls, and Swine, Do leap their Dams, because man does not so, Shall we conclude his making happiless? You put me down, yet will not put me down, I am too gentle, some of you I have heard, Love not these words but force, to have it done As they sing pricksong, e'en at the first sight. Go too, keep off, by Heaven and Earth, i'll call else. How if nobody hear you? If they do not, I'll kill you with mine own hand, never stare, Or failing that fall on this sword myself. Oh widow wonderful, if thou be'st not honest. Now God forgive my mother and my sisters. Think but how finely Madam undiscovered For ever you and I, might live all day your Gentlewoman To do you service, but all night your man To do you service, newness of the trick, If nothing else might stir ye. 'tis a stale one And was done in the Fleet ten years ago, Will you begone? the door is open for you. Let me but tarry till the morning Madam, To send for clothes, shall I go naked home. 'tis best time now, it is but one o'clock, And you may go unseen, I swear by Heaven, I would spend all the night to sit and talk w'ee, If I durst trust you, I do love you so, My blood forsakes my heart now you depart.
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You will faile this way to, vpon my knees I doe desire thee to preserue thy vertues, And with my teares my honor; t'is as bad To loose our worths to them, or to deceaue Who haue held worthy opinions of vs, As to betray trust: all this I implore For thine owne sake, not mine, as for my selfe, If thou bee'st violent, by this stupid night, And all the mischiefes her darke wombe hath bred, I'le raise the house, I'le crie a rape. I hope you will not hang me, that were murther Ladie, A greater sinne, then lying with me sure. Come, flatter not your selfe with argument, I will exclaime; the law hangs you, not I, Or if I did, I had rather farre confound The deerest bodie in the world to me, Then that, that bodie, should confound my soule. Your soule, ahlas Mistresse, are you so fond To thinke her generall destruction Can be procur'd by such a naturall act, Which beasts are borne to and haue priuiledge in? Fie, fiie, if this could be, farre happier Are sensitiue soules in their creation Than man the prince of creatures, thinke you Heauen Regards such mortall deeds, or punisheth Those acts, for which he hath ordained vs? You argue like an Atheist, man is neuer The prince of creatures, as you call him now, But in his reason, faile that, he is worse Than Horse or Dog, or beasts of wildernesse, And tis that reason teacheth vs to doe Our actions vnlike them: then that which you Termed in them a priuiledge beyond vs, The basenesse of their being doth expresse, Compar'd to ours, Horses, Buls, and Swine, Doe leape their Dams, because man does not so, Shall we conclude his making happilesse? You put me downe, yet will not put me downe, I am too gentle, some of you I haue heard, Loue not these words but force, to haue it done As they sing prick-song, e'ne at the first sight. Go too, keep off, by Heauen and Earth, i'le call else. How if no bodie heare you? If they doe not, I'le kill you with mine owne hand, neuer stare, Or failing that fall on this sword my selfe. Oh widdow wonderfull, if thou bee'st not honest. Now God forgiue my mother and my sisters. Thinke but how finely Madam vndiscouer'd For euer you and I, might liue all day your Gentlewoman To doe you seruice, but all night your man To doe you seruice, newnesse of the trick, If nothing else might stirre ye. T'is a stale one And was done in the Fleete ten yeares agoe, Will you begon? the doore is open for you. Let me but tarrie till the morning Madam, To send for clothes, shall I goe naked home. T'is best time now, it is but one a clock, And you may goe vnseene, I sweare by Heauen, I would spend all the night to sit and talke w'ee, If I durst trust you, I doe loue you so, My bloud forsakes my heart now you depart.