Dekker, Thomas / Massinger, Philip · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 [licensed for stage, Oct 6; revised and re-licensed for stage, Jul 7, 1624] (Annals) tragedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
No my dear Lady, I could weary stars, And force the wakeful Moon to lose her eyes By my late watching, but to wait on you, When at your prayers you kneel before the Altar, methinks I'm singing with some Choir in Heaven, So blessed I hold me in your company: Therefore my most-loved mistress do not bid Your boy so serviceable to get hence, For then you break his heart. be nigh me still then, In golden letters down i'll set that day Which gave thee to me, little did I hope To meet such worlds of comfort in thyself, This little pretty body, when I coming Forth of the temple, heard my beggar-boy, My sweet faced godly beggar-boy, crave an alms, Which with glad hand I gave, with lucky hand, And when I took thee home, my most chaste bosom methought was filled with no hot wanton fire, But with a holy flame, mounting since higher On wings of cherubins then did before. Proud am I that my lady's modest eye, So likes so poor a servant. I have offered Handfuls of gold but to behold thy Parents, I would leave Kingdoms, were I Queen of some, To dwell with thy good father, for the son Betwitching me so deeply with his presence, He that begot him must do't ten times more, I pray thee, my sweet boy, show me thy parents, Be not ashamed. I am not, I did never Know who any mother was, but by yond Palace Filled with bright heavenly Courtiers, I dare assure you, And pawn these eyes upon it, and this hand, My father is in Heaven, and pretty Mistress, If your illustrious hour Glass spend his sand No worse than yet it does, upon my life You and I both shall meet my father there, And he shall bid you welcome. A blessed day, We all long to be there, but lose the way. sun-god of the day guide thee Macrinus. And thee Theophilus. Gladst thou in such scorn, I call my wish back. I'm in haste. One word, Take the least hand of time up: stay. Be brief. As thought: I prithee tell me good Macrinus How health and our fair Princess lay together This night, for you can tell, Courtiers have flies That buzz all news unto them. She slept but ill. Double thy courtesy, how does Antoninus? Ill, well, straight, crooked, I know not how. Once more, Thy head is full of Windmills: when does the Princess Fill a bed full of beauty, and bestow it On Antoninus on the wedding night. I know not. No, thou art the manuscript Where Antoninus writes down all his secrets, Honest Macrinus tell me. Fare you well Sir. Honesty is some Fiend, and frights him hence, A many Courtiers love it not.
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No my deare Lady, I could weary slarres, And force the wakefull Moone to lose her eyes By my late watching, but to waite on you, When at your prayers you kneele before the Altar, Me thinkes I'm singing with some Quire in Heauen, So blest I hold me in your company: Therefore my most-lou'd mistresse do not bid Your boy so seruiceable to get heuce, For then you breake his heart. Bee nye me still then, In golden letters downe ile set that day Which gaue thee to me, little did I hope To meete such worlds of comfort in thy selfe, This little pretty body, when I comming Forth of the temple, heard my begger-boy, My sweete fac'd godly begger-boy, craue an almes, Which with glad hand I gaue, with lucky hand, And when I tooke thee home, my most chast bo some Me thought was fil'd with no hot wanton fire, But with a holy flame, mounting since higher On wings of Cherubines then did before. Proud am I that my Ladies modest eye, So likes so poore a seruant. I haue offerd Handfuls of gold but to behold thy Parents, I would leaue Kingdomes, were I Queene of some, To dwell with thy good father, for the sonne Betwitching me so deepely with his presence, He that begot him must doo't ten times more, I pray thee, my sweete boy, shew me thy parents, Be not asham'd. I am not, I did neuer Know who any mother was, but by yon Pallace Fill'd with bright heauenly Courtiers, I dare assure you, And pawne these eyes vpon it, and this hand, My father is in Heauen, and pretty Mistresse, If your illustrious houre Glasse spend his sand No worse then yet it does, vpon my life You and I both shall meete my father there, And he shall bid you welcome. A blessed day, We all long to be there, but lose the way. Sunne-god of the day guide thee Macrinus. And thee Theophilus. Gladst thou in such scorne, I call my wish backe. I'm in hast. One word, Take the least hand of time vp: stay. Be briefe. As thought: I pritheo tell me good Macrinus How health and our faire Princesse lay together This night, for you can tell, Courtiers haue flyes That buzze all newes vnto them. She slept but ill. Double thy courtesie, how does Antoninus? Ill, well, straight, crooked, I know not how. Once more, Thy head is full of Winde-mils: when does the Princesse Fill a bed full of beauty, and bestow it On Antoninus on the wedding night. I know not. No, thou art the Manunscript Where Antoninus writes downe all his secrets, Honest Macrinus tell me. Fare you well Sir. Honesty is some Fiend, and frights him hence, A many Courtiers loue it not.