Philaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding · chunk 22 of 40
Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 [May(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 462 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
I will fly as far, As there is morning, ere I give distaste to that most honoured frame, but through these tears shed at my hapless parting, I can see a world of treason practised upon you, and her, and me, farewell for evermore, if you shall hear that sorrows struck me dead, and after find me loyal, let there be a tear shed from you, in my memory, and I shall rest at peace. Blessing be with thee whate'er thou deservest. O where shall I go bathe this body, nature too unkind, That mad'st no medicine to a troubled mind. I marvel my boy comes not back, But that I know my love will question him over and over, How I slept, make talk how I remember him, When his dear name was last spoken, And how spoke when I sighed song, and ten thousand such, I should be angry at his stay. What, in your meditations, who attends you? None but my single self, I need no guard, I do no wrong, nor fear none. Tell me, have you not a boy? Yes Sir. What kind of boy? A page, a waiting boy. A handsome boy? I think he be not ugly Sir, well qualified, and dutiful, I know him, I took him not for beauty. He speaks, and sings, and plays? Yes Sir. About eighteen? I never asked his age. Is he full of service? By your pardon, why do you ask? Put him away. Sir. Put him away I say, has done you that good service, Shames me to speak off. Good sir, let me understand you? If you fear me, show it in duty? put away that boy. Let me have reason for it, and then your will is a command. Do not you blush to ask it, cast him off: OrI shall do that shame to you, ye are one shame with me, And so near myself, that by the gods, I'd dare not tell myself, what you myself, Have done. What I have done? 'tis a new language, that all love to learn: The common people speak it well already, They need no grammar: understand me well, there be foul Whispers stirring, cast him off, and suddenly do it, farewell. Where may a maid live securely free, Keeping her honour fair, not with the living, They feed upon opinions, errors, dreams, and make 'em truth, They draw a nourishment out of defamings, Grow upon disgraces, and when they see a virtue fortified, Strongly above the battery of their tongues. Oh how they mind to sink it, and defeated foul Sick with poison, strike the mountains, Where noble names be sleeping, till they sweat, And the cold Marble melt. Peace to your fairest thoughts, dearest mistress.
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I will flie as farre, As there is morning, ere I giue distaste to that most honord frame, but through these teares shed at my haplesse parting, I can see a world of treason practis'd vpon you, and her, and me, farewell for euermore, if you shall heare that sorrowes strucke me dead, and after finde me loyall, let there be a teare shed from you, in my memory, and I shall rest at peace. Blessing be with thee what ere thou deseruest. O where shall I go bathe this body, nature too vnkind, That mad'st no medicine to a troubled minde. I maruaile my boy comes not backe, But that I know my loue will question him ouer and ouer, How I slept, make talke how I remember him, When his deere name was last spoken, And how spoke when I sight song, and ten thousand such, I should be angry at his stay. What, in your meditations, who attends you? None but my single selfe, I neede no guard, I doe no wrong, nor feare none. Tell me, haue you not a boy? Yes Sir. What kinde of boy? A page, a waiting boy. A hansome boy? I thinke he be not vgly Sir, well qualified, and dutifull, I know him, I tooke him not for beauty. He speakes, and sings, and plaies? Yes Sir. About eighteene? I neuer askt his age. Is he full of seruice? By your pardon, why do you aske? Put him away. Sir. Put him away I say, has done you that good seruice, Shames me to speake off. Good sir, let me vnderstand you? Ifyou feare me, show it in duty? put away that boy. Let me haue reason for it, and then your wil is a command. Do not you blush to aske it, cast him off: OrI shall do that shame to you, ye are one shame with me, And so neere my selfe, that by the gods, I'd dare not tell my selfe, what you my selfe, Haue done. What I haue done? Tis a new language, that allloue to learne: The common people speake it well already, They neede no grammer: vnderstand me well, there be foule Whispers stirring, cast him off, and suddenly do it, farewell. Where may a maid liue securely free, Keeping her honour faire, not with the liuing, They feede vpon opinions, errors, dreames, and make vm truth, They draw a nourishment out of defamings, Grow vpon disgraces, and when they see a vertue fortified, Strongly aboue the battry of their tongues. Oh how they mind to sincke it, and defeated foule Sicke with poyson, stricke the mountaines, Where noble names be sleeping, till they sweate, And the cold Marble melt. Peace to your fairest thoughts, deerest mistrisse.