Anonymous / Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1621 · first performed or written 1617 [1613-1621] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 547 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
But were ye once disgraced, Or fallen in wealth, like leaves they would fly from you, And become browse for every beast; you willed me To stock myself with better friends, and servants; With what face dare you see me, or any mankind, That keep a race of such unheard of relics, Bawds, lechers, lechers, female fornications, And children in their rudiments to vices, Old men to show examples: and lest Art Should lose herself in act, to call back custom, Leave these, and live like I told you how And when your eyes have dropped away remembrance Of what you were. I am your son! perform it. Am I a woman, and no more power in me, To tie this Tiger up, a soul to no end, Have I got shame and lost my will; Brunhalt From this accursed hour, forget thou borest him, Or any part of thy blood gave him living, Let him be to thee, an Antipathy, A thing thy nature sweats at, and turns backward: Throw all the mischiefs on him that thyself Or women worse than thou art, have invented, And kill him drunk, or doubtful. Such a sweat, I never was in yet, clipped of my minstrels, My toys to prick up wenches withal; uphold me, It runs like snowballs through me. Now my varlets, My slaves, my running thoughts, my executions. Lord how she looks! Hell take ice all. we shall be gelt. Your Mistress, Your old and honoured Mistress, you tired curtals Suffers for your base sins; I must be cloistered, Mewed up to make me virtuous, who can help this, Now you stand still like Statues; come Protaldy, One kiss before I perish, kiss me strongly, Another, and a third. I fear not gelding As long as she holds this way. The young courser, That unlicked lump of mine, will win thy Mistress, Must I be chaste Protaldy? Thus and thus Lady: It shall be so, let him seek fools for Vestals, Here is my cloister. But what safety Madam Find you in staying here? Thou hast hit my meaning, I will to Thierry son of my blessing, And there complain me, tell my tale so subtly That the cold stones shall sweat; and statues mourn, And thou shalt weep Protaldie in my witness, And there forswear. Yes, any thing but gelding, I am not yet in quiet Noble Lady, Let it be done tonight, for without doubt Tomorrow we are capons. Sleep shall not seize me, Nor any food befriend me but thy kisses. ere I forsake this desert, I live honest? He may as well bid dead men walk, I humbled Or bent below my power? let night dogs tear me, And goblins ride me in my sleep to jelly, Ere I forsake my sphere. This place you will. What's that to you, or any, Ye doss, you powdered pigsbones, rhubarb glister? Must you know my designs, a college on you, The proverb makes but fools: But Noble Lady. You a saucy ass too, off I will not, If you but anger me, tell a sowgelder Have cut you all like colts, hold me and kiss me, For I am too much troubled make up my treasure, And get me horses private, come about it.
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But were yee once disgraced, Or fallen in wealth, like leaues they would flie from you, And become browse for euery beast; you will'd me To stocke my selfe with better friends, and seruants; With what face dare you see mee, or any mankind, That keepe a race of such vnheard of relicks, Bawds, Leachers, Letchecs, femall fornications, And children in their rudiments to vices, Old men to shew examples: and lest Art Should loose her selfe in act, to call backe custome, Leaue these, and liue like I told you how And when your eyes haue dropt away remembrance Of what you were. I am your sonne! performe it. Am I a woman, and no more power in me, To tie this Tyger vp, a soule to no end, Haue I got shame and lost my will; Brunhalt From this accursed houre, forget thou bor'st him, Or any part of thy blood gaue him liuing, Let him be to thee, an Antipathy, A thing thy nature sweates at, and turnes backward: Throw all the mischiefes on him that thy selfe Or women worse then thou art, haue inuented, And kill him drunke, or doubtfull. Such a sweate, I neuer was in yet, clipt of my minstrells, My toyes to pricke vp wenches withall; vphold me, It runnes like snowballs through me. Now my varlets, My slaues, my running thoughts, my executions. Lord how shee lookes! Hell take yce all. Wee shall bee gelt. Your Mistresse, Your old and honord Mistresse, you tyr'd curtalls Suffers for your base sinnes; I must be cloyster'd, Mew'd vp to make me vertuous, who can helpe this, Now you stand still like Statues; come Protaldye, One kisse before I perish, kisse me strongly, Another, and a third. I feare not gelding As long as she holds this way. The young courser, That vnlickt lumpe of mine, will win thy Mistris, Must I be chast Protaldye? Thus and thus Lady: It shall be so, let him seeke fooles for Vestalls, Here is my cloister. But what safety Madam Finde you in staying here? Thou hast hit my meaning, I will to Thierry sonne of my blessing, And there complaine me, tell my tale so subtilly That the cold stones shall sweat; and statues mourne, And thou shalt weepe Protaldie in my witnesse, And there forsweare. Yes, any thing but gelding, I am not yet in quiet Noble Lady, Let it be done to night, for without doubt Tomorrow we are capons. Sleepe shall not sease me, Nor any foode befriend me but thy kisses. E're I forsake this desart, I liue honest? He may as well bid dead men walke, I humbled Or bent below my power? let night dogs teare me, And goblines ride me in my sleepe to Ielly, Ere I forsake my spheare. This place you will. What's that to you, or any, Yee dosse, you powdered pigsbones, rubarbe glister? Must you know my designes, a colledge on you, The prouerbe makes but fooles: But Noble Lady. You a sawsie asse too, off I will not, If you but anger me, tell a sowgelder Haue cut you all like colts, hold me and kisse me, For I am too much troubled make vp my treasure, And get me horses priuate, come about it.