Philaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding · chunk 12 of 40
Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 [May(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.77 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
O delicate sweet Prince, she that hath snow enough about her heart, to take the wanton spring of ten such lines, it may be a number without Probatum. Sir, you have by such neat Poetry gathered a kiss, that if I had but five lines of that number, such pretty begging blanks: I should commend your forehead, or your cheeks, and kiss you too. Do it in prose; you cannot miss it madam. I shall, I shall. By my life but you shall not, I'll prompt you first, Can you do it now? methinks 'tis easy now you ha' doubt before me, and yet I should stick at it. Stick till tomorrow, i'll never part you sweetest, but we lose time. Can you love me? Loue you my Lord ye? I'll teach you in a short sentence, 'cause I will not load your memory, This is all: Love me and lie with me. Was it lie with you, that you said, 'tis impossible. Not to a willing mind, that will endeavour, If I do not teach you to do it as easily in one night, As you'll go to bed: I'll lose my royal blood for't. Why Prince you have a Lady of your own, that yet wants teaching. I'll sooner teach a mare the old measures, Then teach her any thing belonging to the function, she's afraid to lie with herself, If she have but my masculine imagination about her, I know when we are married, I must ravish her. By my honour that's a foul fault indeed, But time and your good help will wear it out sir. And for my other I see excepting your dear self, dearest Lady I had rather be Sir Timen a schoolmaster, and keep a dairy maid. Has your grace seen the Court star Galatea. Out upon her, she's as cold of her favour, as an apoplex: she sailed by but now. How do you hold her wit? I hold her wit, the strength of all the guard Cannot hold it, if they were tied to't: She would blow 'em out of the kingdom: they talk of Iubiter, he's but a squib-cracker to her, but speak sweet Lady, Shall I be freely welcome? Whether? To your bed, if you mistrust my faith, you do me the most unnoblest wrong. I dare not Prince. Make your own conditions, my purse shall seal 'em, and what you dare imagine you can want, i'll furnish you withal, give worship to you thoughts every morning about it, come I know you're bashful, speak in my ear, will you be mine: keep this, and with it me, soon I shall visit you. My Lord, my chamber's most uncertain, but when 'tis night i'll find some means to slip into your lodging, till when Till when, this and my heart go with thee. Oh thou pernicious petticoat Prince, are these your virtues, well, if I do not jay a train to blow your sport up, I am no woman, and Lady Dowsabell, i'll fit you for it.
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O delicate sweete Prince, shee that hath snow enough about her heart, to take the wanton spring of ten such lynes, it may bee a number without Probatum. Sir, you haue by such neate Poetrie gathered a kisse, that if I had but fiue lines of that number, such pretie begging blankes: I should commend your forehead, or your cheekes, and kisse you too. Doe it in prose; you cannot misse it Madame. I shall, I shall. By my life but you shall not, I'l prompt you first, Can you doe it now? Me thinkes tis easie now you ha dont before me, and yet I should sticke at it. Sticke till to morrow, ile neuer part you sweetest, but we lose time. Can you loue me? Loue you my Lord ye? I'le teach you in a short sentence, Cause I will not load your memory, This is all: Loue me and lie with me. Was it lie with you, that you said, tis impossible. Not to a willing minde, that wil endeauour, If I doe not teach you to doe it as easily in one night, As you'le go to bed: I'le lose my royall bloud for't. Why Prince you haue a Lady of your owne, that yet wants teaching. I'le sooner teach a mare the old measures, Then teach her any thing belonging to the function, Shee's affraid to lie with her selfe, If she haue but my mascaline imagination about her, I know when we are married, I must rauish her. By my honour thats a foule fault indeed, But time and your good helpe will weare it out sir. And for my other I see excepting your deere selfe, deerest Lady I had rather be Sir Timen a schoolemaister, and keepe a darie maid. Has your grace seene the Court starre Gallatea. Out vpon her, shees as cold ofher fauour, as an appaplex: she saild by but now. How do you hold her wit? I hold her wit, the strength of all the guard Cannot hold it, if they were tied toot: She would blow vm out ofthe kingdome: they talke of Iubiter, Hees but a squib-cracker to her, but speake sweet Lady, Shall I be freely welcome? Whether? To your bed, ifyou mistrust my faith, you doe me the most vnnoblest wrong. I dare not Prince. Make your owne conditions, my purse shall seale vm, and what you dare imagine you can want, i'le furnish you withall, giue worship to you thoughts euery morning about it, come I know y'are bashfull, speake in my eare, will you be mine: keepe this, and with it me, soone I shall visit you. My Lord, my chamber's most vncertaine, but when tis night i'le finde some meanes to slip into your lodging, till when Till when, this and my heart go with thee. Oh thou pernitious petticote Prince, are these your vertues, well, if I doe not iay a traine to blow your sport vp, I am no woman, and Lady Dowsabell, i'le fit you for it.