Philaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding · chunk 11 of 40
Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 [May(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
You much mistake me Lady. Lord I do so, would you or I could help it. You're very dangerous bitter, like a potion. No sir, I do not mean to purge you, though I mean to purge a little time on you. Do Ladies of this Country use to give no more respect to men of my full being. Full being, I understand you not, unless your grace Means growing to fatness: and than your only remedy Upon my knowledge Prince, is in a morning, A cup of neat white wine, brewed with Cardus, Then fast till supper, about five you may eat, use exercise, And keep a sparrow hawk, you can shoot in a tiler, But of all, your grace must fly phlebotomy, Fresh pork and Conger, and clarified whey: They are dullers of the vital animals. Lady you talk of nothing all this time. 'tis very true sir, I talk of you. This is a crafty wench, I like her wit well, 'Twill be rare to stir up a leaden appetite, she's dainty, and must be courted with a shower of gold, madam look here, all these and more, then— What ha' you there my Lord, gold? now as I live 'tis fair gold, you'd have silver for't, to play with the Pages, you could not have taken me in a worse time sir, but if you have present use my Lord, I'll send my man with silver, and keep your gold safe for you. Lady, Lady. She's coming sir behind, Will ye take white money yet for all this. If there be but two such in this Kingdom more, and near the Court, we may e'en hang up our harps, ten such camphor Constitutions as this would call the golden age again in question, and teach the old way for every ill fast husband, to get his own children, and what a mischief that would breed, let all consider. here's another, if she be of the same last, the devil shall pluck her on: Many fair morning's Lady. As many mornings, bring as many days, fair, sweet, and hopeful to your grace. She gives good words yet, sure this wench is free. If your more serious business do not call you Lady, Let me hold quarter with you, we'll talk an hour On't quickly. What would your grace talk of? Of some such pretty subject as yourself, I'll go no further than your eye, your lip, there's time enough For one man for an Age. Sir, they stand right, and my lips are yet even smooth, Young enough, ripe enough, and red enough, Or my glass wrongs me. O they are two twend Cherries dyde in blush, Which those fair suns above with their deep beams Reflect upon, and ripen, sweetest beauty; Bow down those branches, that the longing taste Of the sweet looker on, may meet these blessings, And taste and live.
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You much mistake me Lady. Lord I doe so, would you or I could helpe it. Y'are very dangerous bitter, like a potion. No sir, I do not mean to purge you, though I meane to purge a little time on you. Do Ladies of this Countrey vse to giue no more respect to men of my full being. Full being, I vnderstand you not, vnlesse your grace Meanes growing to fatnesse: and then your onely remedy Vpon my knowledge Prince, is in a morning, A cup of neate white wine, brewd with Cardus, Then fast till supper, about fiue you may eate, vse exercise, And keepe a sparrow hawke, you can shoot in a Tiller, But of all, your grace must flie Flebotamie, Fresh porke and Conger, and clarified whay: They are dullers ofthe vitall anymales. Lady you talke of nothing all this time. Tis very true sir, I talke ofyou. This is a crafty wench, I like her wit well, 'Twill be rare to stir vp a leaden appetite, Shee's daintie, and must be courted with a shewer of gold, Madame looke here, all these and more, then — What ha you there my Lord, gold? now as I liue tis faire gold, you'd haue siluer fort, to play with the Pages, you could not haue taken me in a worse time sir, but ifyou haue present vse my Lord, I'le send my man with siluer, and keepe your gold safe for you. Lady, Lady. Shes comming sir behind, Will ye take white money yet for all this. If there be but two such in this Kingdome more, and neere the Court, we may ene hang vp our harpes, ten such Campher Constitutions as this would call the golden age againe in question, and teach the old way for euery ill fast husband, to get his owne children, and what a mischiefe that would breed, let all consider. Heres's another, ifshe be of the same last, the diuell shall pluck her on: Many faire mornings Lady. As many mornings, bring as many dayes, faire, sweete, and hopefull to your grace. She giues good words yet, sure this wench is free. Ifyour more cerious businesse doe not call you Lady, Let me hold quarter with you, wee'le talke an houre Ont quickly. What would your grace talke of? Ofsome such pretie subiect as your selfe, I'le go no further then your eye, your lip, theres time enough For one man for an Age. Sir, they stand right, and my lips are yet euen smooth, Young enough, ripe enough, and red enough, Or my glasse wrongs me. O they are two twend Cherries dyde in blush, Which those faire sunnes aboue with their deepe beams Reflect vpon, and ripen, sweetest beauty; Bow downe those branches, that the longing taste Of the sweete looker on, may meete these blessings, And taste and liue.