Anonymous / Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1621 · first performed or written 1617 [1613-1621] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 517 words
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Why one Sir, that would thus be boxed, Or kicked; do you apprehend me now? I feel you Madam, The man that shall receive this from my Lord, Shall have a thousand crowns. He shall. besides His day of bastinadoing past over, He shall not lose your grace, nor your good favour. That shall make way to it. It must be a man Of credit in the Court, that is to be The foil unto your valour. True, it should. And if he have place there, 'tis not the worse: 'Tis much the better. If he be a Lord, 'Twill be the greater grace. Thou art in the right. Why then behold that valiant man and Lord, That for your sake will take a cudgeling, For be assured when it is spread abroad That you have dealt with me, they'll give you out For one of the nine Worthies. Our you pandar, Why to beat thee is only exercise For such as do affect it, lose not time In vain replies, but do it: come my solace, Let us to bed, and our desires once quenched, We'll there determine of Theodoret's death, For he's the engine used to ruin us: Yet one work more, Lecure, art thou assured The potion will work? My life upon it. Come my Protaldy, then glut me with Those best delights of man, that are denied To her that does expect them, being a bride. Sure I have drunk the blood of Elephants, The tears of mandrake and the marble dew, Mixed in my draught, have quenched my natural heat, And left no spark of fire but in mine eyes, With which I may behold my miseries: Ye wretched flames which play upon my sight, Turn inward, make me all one piece, though earth; My tears shall overwhelm you else too. What moves my Lord to this strange sadness? If any late discerned want in me, Give cause to your repentance, care and duty Shall find a painful way to recompense. Are you yet frozen veins, feel you a breath, Whose temperate heat would make the North star reel, Her icy pillars thawed, and do you not melt? Draw nearer, yet nearer, That from thy barren kiss thou mayst confess I have not heat enough to make a blush. Speak nearer to my understanding, like a husband. How should he speak the language of a husband, Who wants the tongue and organs of his voice? It is a phrase will part with the same ease From you with that you now deliver. Bind not his cares up with so dull a charm, Who hath no other sense left open; why should thy words Find more restraint than thy free speaking actions, Thy close embraces and thy midnight sighs, The silent orators to slow desire? Strive not to win content from ignorance Which must be lost in knowledge: heaven can witness My farthest hope of good reached at your pleasure, Which seeing alone may in your look be read: Add not a doubtful comment to a text That in itself's direct and easy.
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Why one Sir, that would thus be boxde, Or kickde; do you apprehend me now? I feele you Madam, The man that shall receiue this from my Lord, Shall haue a thousand crownes. Hee shall. besides His day of bastinadoing past ore, He shall not lose your grace, nor your good fauor. That shall make way to it. It must be a man Of credit in the Court, that is to be The foyle vnto your valour. True, it should. And if he haue place there, 'tis not the worse: 'Tis much the better. If he be a Lord, 'Twill be the greater grace. Thou art in the right. Why then behold that valiant man and Lord, That for your sake will take a cudgelling, For be assurde when it is spread abroad That you haue dealt with me, the'ile giue you out For one of the nine Worthies. Our you pandar, Why to beate thee is only exercise For such as do affect it, lose not time In vaine replies, but do it: come my sollace, Let vs to bed, and our desires once quenchde, We'ele there determine of Theodorets death, For he's the engin vsde to ruine vs: Yet one worko more, Lecure, art thou assurde The potion will worke? My life vpon it. Come my Protaldye, then glut me with Those best delights of man, that are denide To her that does expect them, being a bride. Sure I haue drunke the blood of Elephants, The teares of mandrake and the marble dew, Mixt in my draught, haue quencht my natural heate, And left no sparke of fire but in mine eyes, With which I may behold my miseries: Ye wretched flames which play vpon my sight, Turne inward, make me all one peece, though earth; My teares shall ouerwhelme you else too. What moues my Lord to this strange sadnes? If any late discerned want in me, Giue cause to your repentance, care and duty Shall finde a painefull way to recompence. Are you yet frozen veines, feele you a breath, Whose temperate heate would make the North star reele, Her icie pillers thaw'd, and do you not melt? Draw neerer, yet neerer, That from thy barren kisse thou maist confesse I haue not heate enough to make a blush. Speake nearer to my vnderstanding, like a husband. How should he speake the language of a husband, Who wants the tongue and organs of his voyce? It is a phrase will part with the same ease From you with that you now deliuer. Bind not his cares vp with so dull a charme, Who hath no other sence left open; why should thy words Find more restraint then thy free speaking actions, Thy close embraces and thy mid-night sighes, The silent orators to slow desire? Striue not to win content from ignorance Which must be lost in knowledge: heauen can witnesse My farthest hope of good reacht at your pleasure, Which seeing alone may in your looke be read: Adde not a doubtfull comment to a text That in it selfe's direct and easie.