Field, Nathan · published 1618 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
S'hart, will you marry me hereafter then? No, you are too young, and I am much too old; I and unworthy, and the world will say, We married not for love, good morrow servant. Why so? these women are the arrant'st jugglers in the World, the wry-legged fellow is an Ass to 'em. Well I must have this widow, whate'er come on't: Faith she has turned me out of her service very barely, hark, what's here, music. Rise Lady Mistress, rise: The night hath tedious been, No sleep hath fallen into my eyes, Nor slumbers made me sin. Is not she a Saint then say, Thought of whom keeps sin away? Rise madam, rise and give me light, Whom darkness still will cover. And ignorance darker than night, Till thou smile on thy lover; All want day till thy beauty rise, For the grate morn breaks from thine eyes. Now sing it sirrah. 'Sfoot, who's this? young Master Bold? God save you, you are an early stirrer. You say true Master Subtle, I have been early up, but as God help me, I was never the near. Where have you been Sir? What's that to you Sir? at a woman's labour. Very good: I near took you for a man midwife before. The troth is, I have been up all night at dice, & lost my clothes, good morrow Master Subtle, pray God the Watch be broke up: I thank you for my Music: 'tis palpable by this air, her husband and being abroad, Bold has lain with her, and is now conveyed out of doors. Is this the Lady Perfect with a pox? The truth is, her virtuous chastity, began to make me make a miracle of her, still holding out to me, notwithstanding her husband's most barbarous usage of her, but now indeed 'tis no marvel since another possesses her. Well madam, I'll go find out your Cuckold, i'll be revenged on you and tell a tale Shall tickle him, this is a cheat in love, Not to be borne, another to beguile Me of the game, I played for all this while. You see, we made bold with your lodging, indeed, I did assure myself, you were fast for this night. But how the Devil came this fool in your company? 'Sfoot man, I carried him last night among the Roarers, to flesh him, and by this light he got drunk, and beat 'em all. Why then he can endure the sight of a drawn sword now? Oh God Sir, I think in my conscience, he will eat steel shortly, I know not how his conversion will hold after this sleep, but in an hour or two (last night) he was grown such a little damn-me, that I protest, I was afraid of the spirit, that I myself had raised in him: but this other matter of your expulsion thus mads me to the heart; Were you in bed with her? In bed by Heaven.
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S'hart, will you marrie me heereafter then? No, you are too yong, and I am much too old; I and vnworthy, and the world will say, We married not for loue, good morrow seruant. Why so? these women are the erranst Iuglers in the World, the wry-leg'd fellow is an Asse to 'em. Well I must haue this wddow, what e're come on't: Faith she has turn'd me out of her seruice verie barely, harke, whats heere, musique. Rise Ladie Mistresse, rise: The night hath tedious beene, No sleepe hath fallen into my eies, Nor slumbers made me sinne. Is not she a Saint then say, Thought of whom keepes sinne away? Rise Madame, rise and giue me light, Whom darkenesse still will couer. And ignorance darker than night, Till thou smile on thy louer; All want day thy beautie rise, For the grate morne breakes from thine eies. Now sing it sirrha. S'foote, who's this? yong Master Bould? God saue you, you are an earely stirrer. You say true Master Subtle, I haue beene earely vp, but as God helpe me, I was neuer the neere. Where haue you beene Sir? What's that to you Sir? at a womans labour. Very good: I neare tooke you for a man Mid-wife before. The troth is, I haue beene vp all night at dice, & lost my clothes, good morrow Master Subtle, pray God the Watch be broke vp: I thanke you for my Musique: Tis palpable by this aire, her husband and being abroad, Bould has layen with her, and is now con'd out of doores. Is this the Ladie Perfect with a poxe? The truth is, her vertuous chastitie, began to make me make a myracle of her, still holding out to me, notwithstanding her husbands most barbarous vsage of her, but now indeede t'is no maruaile since another possesses her. Well Madame, Ile go finde out your Cuckold, ile be reueng'd on you and tell a tale Shall tickle him, this is a cheate in loue, Not to be borne, another to beguile Me of the game, I plaid for all this while. You see, we made bould with your lodging, indeed, I did assure my selfe, you were fast for this night. But how the Deuill came this foole in your companie? S'foote man, I carried him last night among the Rorers, to flesh him, and by this light he got drunke, and beate e'm all. Why then he can endure the sight of a drawne sword now? Oh God Sir, I thinke in my conscience, he will eate steele shortlie, I know not how his conuersion will hold after this sleepe, but in an houre or two (last night) he was growne such a little dam-me, that I protest, I was afraid of the spirit, that I my selfe had rais'd in him: but this other matter of your expulsion thus mads me to the heart; Were you in bed with her? In bed by Heauen.