Philaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding · chunk 30 of 40
Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 [May(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Nay, they divide thy soul and body. Hold dastard, strike a woman, thouart a craven, I warrant thee, thoud'st be loath to play half a dozen veneis at wasters with a man for a broken head. Leave us good friend. What ill bred man art thou, to intrude thyself upon our private sports, our recreations. God judge me, I understand you not, But I know the rogue has hurt ye. Pursue thy own affairs, it will be ill to multiply blood upon my head, which thou wilt force me to. I know not your Rethrack, but I can lay it on if you touch the woman. Slave, take what thou deservest, God's guard my Lord. O, do you breath? I hear the tread of people, I am hurt, the gods take part against me, would this boar have held me thus else: I must shift for life, though I do lose it, I would find a course, To lose it rather by my will, than force. I cannot follow the rogue, I prithee wench come kiss me now. What art thou. Almost killed I am, for a foolish woman, A knave has hurt her. The Princess Gentlemen. Where's the wound madam, Is it dangerous. He has not hurt me. By god she lies, has hurt her i'the breast, look else. Oh secret spring of innocent blood. 'tis above wonder, who should dare this. I felt it not. Speak villain, who has hurt the Princess? Is it the Princess? I. Then I have seen something yet. But who has done it? I told you a rogue, I ne'er saw him before, I. madam, who did it? Some dishonest wretch, alas I know him not, And do forgive him. He's hurt too, he cannot go far, I let my father's old fox fly about's ears. How, will you have me kill him? Not at all, 'tis some distracted fellow. By this air, i'll leave never a piece bigger than a nut, and bring him all in my hat. Nay, good sir, if you do take him, bring him quick to me, and I will study for a punishment great as his sin. I will. But swear. By all my Love, I will: Woodman, conduct the Princess unto the king, and bear that wounded fellow to dressing: Come Gentlemen, we'll follow the chase close. I pray you friend, let me see the king. That you shall, and receive thanks. If I get clear of this, I'll see no more gay fights, Oh heavens! heavy death sits on my brow, And I must sleep, bear me thou gentle bank, For ever if thou wilt, you sweet on all, Let me unworthy press you, I could wish, I rather were a Corpse strewed o'er with you, Then quick above you, dulness shuts my eyes, and I am giddy, That I could take so sound asleep, That I might never wake.
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Nay, they diuide thy soule and body. Hold dastard, strike a woman, th'art a crauen, I warrant thee, thoud'st be loth to play halfe a dozen veneis at wasters with a man for a broken head. Leaue vs good friend. What ill bred man art thou, to intrude thy selfe vpon our priuate sports, our recreations. God iudge me, I vnderstand you not, But I know the rogue has hurt ye. Pursue thy owne affaires, it will be ill to multiply blood vpon my head, which thou wilt force me to. I know not your Rethrack, but I can lay it on if you touch the woman. Slaue, take what thou deseruest, Gods guard my Lord. O, do you breath? I heare the tread of people, I am hurt, the gods take part against me, would this bore haue held me thus else: I must shift for life, though I doe lose it, I would finde a course, To lose it rather by my will, then force. I cannot follow the rogue, I prethee wench come kisse me now. What art thou. Almost kild I am, for a foolish woman, A knaue has hurt her. The Princesse Gentlemen. Wheres the wound Madame, Is it dangerous. He has not hurt me. By god she lies, has hurt her i'the breast, looke else. Oh secret spring ofinnocent blood. Tis aboue wonder, who should dare this. I felt it not. Speake villaine, who has hurt the Princesse? Is it the Princesse? I. Then I haue seene something yet. But who has done it? I told you a rogue, I ne're saw him before, I. Madame, who did it? Some dishonest wrecth, alas I know him not, And do forgiue him. He's hurt too, he cannot go farre, I let my fathers old fox flie about's eares. How, will you haue me kill him? Not at all, tis some distracted fellow. By this ayre, i'le leaue neuer a piece bigger then a nut, and bring him all in my hat. Nay, good sir, if you do take him, bring him quick to mee, and I will study for a punishment great as his sinne. I will. But sweare. By all my Loue, I will: Wood-man, conduct the Princesse vnto the king, and beare that wounded fellow to dressing: Come Gentlemen, wee'le follow the chase close. I pray you friend, let me see the king. That you shall, and receiue thankes. If I get cleere of this, I'le see no more gay fights, Oh heauens! heauy death sits on my brow, And I must sleepe, beare me thou gentle banck, For euer if thou wilt, you sweete on all, Let me vnworthy presse you, I could wish, I rather were a Corse strew'd o're with you, Then quick aboue you, dulnesse shuts my eyes, and I am giddy, That I could take so sound a sleepe, That I might neuer wake.