Philaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding · chunk 20 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 · 465 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Scarce like her servant, but as if I were Something allied to her, or had preserved her life Three times by my fidelity: as mothers fond, Do use their only sons, as I'd use one that's left unto my trust, For whom my life should pay, If he meet harm: so she does use me. Why 'tis wondrous well, But what kind language does she feed thee with? Why she does tell me she will trust my youth with all her maiden store, and does call me her pretty servant, bids me weep no more for leaving you, she'll see my service rewarded, & such words of that soft strain, that I am nearer weeping when she ends, then ere she speaks. This is much better still. Are you not well my Lord? Ill, no Bellario. methinks your words fall out from your tongue, so unevenly, nor is there in your looks that quickness that I was wont to see. Thou art deceived boy. And she stroke thy head. Yes. And she does clap thy cheeks. She does my Lord. And she does kiss thee boy, ha. How my Lord? She kisses thee. Never my Lord, by heaven. That's strange, I know she does. No by my life. Why then she does not love me, Come she does, I bid her do't: I charged her by all charms of love between us, by the hope of peace we should enjoy, to yield thee all delight, naked as to her Lord. I took her oath thou shouldst enjoy her. Tell me gentle boy, is she not paradise: is not her breath sweet as Arabian winds when fruits are ripe, are not her breasts two liquid ivory balls? is she not all a lasting mine of joy? Yes, now I see why my discurled thoughts were so perplexed. When first I went to her my heart held auguries: you are abused, some villain has abused you, I do see where you tend. Fall rocks upon his head, that put this to you, 'tis some subtle train to bring that noble friend of yours to nought. Thou thinkst I will be angry with thee, come thou shalt know all my drift. I hate her more than I love happiness, and placed thee there to pry with sparrow's eyes, into her deeds, hast thou discovered, is she fall'n to lust, as I would wish her, speak some comfort to me. My Lord you did mistake the boy you sent, Had she the lust of sparrows and of goats, Had she a sin that weighed from the world, beyond the name of lust, I would not aid her base desires, But what I come to know as servant to her, I would not reveal, to make my life last ages.
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Scarce like her seruant, but as if I were Something alied to her, or had preserued her life Three times by my fidelity: as mothers fond, Doe vse their onely sonnes, as I'de vse one that's left vnto my trust, For whom my life should pay, If he meete harme: so she dos vse me. Why tis wondrous well, But what kinde language dos she feede thee with? Why she dos tell me she will trust my youth with al her maiden store, and dos call mee her pretie seruant, bids mee weepe no more for leauing you, she'le see my seruice rewarded, & such words of that soft straine, that I am neerer weeping when she ends, then ere she speakes. This is much better still. Are you not well my Lord? Ill, no Bellario. Me thinkes your words fall out from your tongue, so vneuenly, nor is there in your looks that quicknesse that I was wont to see. Thou art deceiued boy. And she strokes thy head. Yes. And she dos clap thy cheekes. She dos my Lord. And she dos kisse thee boy, ha. How my Lord? She kisses thee. Neuer my Lord, by heauen. That's strange, I know she dos. No by my life. Why then she dos not loue me, Come she dos, I bid her do't: I charg'd her by all charmes of loue betweene vs, by the hope of peace wee should inioy, to yeeld thee all delight, naked as to her Lord. I tooke her oath thou shouldst inioy her. Tell mee gentle boy, is shee not paradise: is not her breath sweete as Arabian winds when fruites are ripe, are not her breasts two lickquid Iuory bals? is she not all a lasting mine of ioy? Yes, now I see why my discurled thoughts were so perplext. When first I went to her my heart held augeries: you are abus'd, some villaine has abus'd you, I doe see where you tend. Fall rocks vpon his head, that put this to you, tis some subtile traine to bring that noble friend of yours to naught. Thou thinkst I will bee angry with thee, come thou shalt know all my drift. I hate her more then I loue happinesse, and plac't thee there to pry with sparrowes eyes, into her deedes, hast thou discouered, is shee falne to lust, as I would wish her, speake some comfort to me. My Lord you did mistake the boy you sent, Had she the lust of sparrowes and of goates, Had she a sin that weighed from the world, beyond the name oflust, I would not aide her base desires, But what I come to know as seruant to her, I would not reueale, to make my life last ages.