May, Thomas · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
I can describe him better than so myself, he looks like a man that had sitten up at Cards all night, or a stale Drunkard wakened in the midst of his sleep. But Philocles, I would not have thee see this Lady, she has a bewitching look. How darest thou venture man, what strange medicine hast thou found, Ovid near taught it thee, I doubt I guess thy remedy, for love, go to a bawdy house or so, is't not? Faith, and that's a good way I can tell you, we younger brothers are beholding to it, alas we must not fall in love and choose whom we like best, we have no jointures for 'em, as you blessed heirs can have. Well I have found you Sir, and prithee tell me, how got'st thou Wenches? Why I can want no Panders, I lie in the Constable's house. And there you may whore by authority, But Clerimont, I doubt this Paragon That thou so praisest, is some ill favoured Wench Whom thou wouldst have me laugh at for commending. By heaven I spoke in earnest, trust your eyes, I'll show you her. How canst thou do it? Thou know'st this lady's father is to mine A deadly enemy, nor is his house, Open to any of our kindred. That's no matter, My lodge's the next door to this Lords house, And my back Window looks into his Garden, There every morning fair Leucothoe, (For so I hear her named) walking alone, To please her senses makes Aurora blush, To see on brighter than her soft appear. Well I will see her there. Yet for her sake be advised better Sir, Impudent Rascal, canst look me i'th' face, And know how thou hast wronged me, thou hast Dishonoured my Daughter, made a whore on her. Gentle Sir, The wrong my love has made to your fair Daughter 'tis now too late to wish undone again, But if you please, it may be yet closed up Without dishonour, I will marry her. Marry her, she has a hot catch of that, marry a Beggar, what jointure canst thou make her? Sir I am poor I must confess, Fortune has blessed you better, but I swear By all things that can bind, 'twas not your wealth Was the foundation of my true built love, It was her single uncompounded self, herself without addition that I loved, Which shall for ever in my sight outweigh All other women's fortunes, and themselves, And were I great, as great as I could wish myself for her advancement, no such bar As Fortune's inequality should stand Betwixt our loves. Good Father hear me. Dost thou not blush to call me father, Strumpet I'll make thee an example. But hear me Sir, my shame will be your own. No more I say, Francisco leave my house, I charge You come not here.
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I can deſcribe him better then ſo my ſelfe, he lookes like a man that had ſitten vp at Cards all night, or a ſtale Drunkard wakened in the middeſt of his ſleepe. But Philocles, I would not haue thee ſee this Lady, ſhe has a bewitching looke. How dareſt thou venture man, what ſtrange medicine haſt thou found, Ouid neere taught it thee, I doubt I gueſſe thy remedy, for loue, goe to a bawdy houſe or ſo, iſt not? Faith, and that's a good way I can tell you, we yonger brothers are beholding to it, alas wee muſt not fall in loue and chooſe whom wee like beſt, wee haue no Ioyntures for vm, as you bleſt heires can haue. Well I haue found you Sir, and prithee tell me, how got'ſt thou Wenches? Why I can want no Panders, I lye in the Conſtables houſe. And there you may whoore by authority, But Clerimont, I doubt this Parragon That thou ſo praiſeſt, is ſome il fauoured Wench Whom thou wouldſt haue me laugh at for commending. By heauen I ſpoke in earneſt, truſt your eyes, Ile ſhew you her. How canſt thou doe it? Thou know'ſt this Ladies father is to mine A deadly enemy, nor is his houſe, Open to any of our kindred. That's no matter, My lodging's the next doore to this Lords houſe, And my backe Window lookes into his Garden, There euery morning faire Leucothoe, (For ſo I heare her nam'd) walking alone, To pleaſe her ſenſes makes Aurora bluſh, To ſee on brighter then her appeare. Well I will ſee her the ▪ Yet for her ſake be aduiſed better Sir, Impudent Raſcall, canſt looke me i'th face, And know how thou haſt wrong'd me, thou haſt Diſhonoured my Daughter, made a whoore on her. Gentle Sir, The wrong my loue has made to your faire Daughter Tis now too late to wiſh vndone againe, But if you pleaſe, it may be yet clos'd vp Without diſhonour, I will marry her. Marry her, ſhe has a hot catch of that, marry a Begger, what Iointure canſt thou make her? Sir I am poore I muſt confeſſe, Fortune has bleſt you better, but I ſweare By all things that can bind, twas not your wealth Was the foundation of my true built loue, It was her ſingle vncompounded ſelfe, Her ſelfe without addition that I lou'd, Which ſhall for euer in my ſight outweigh All other womens fortunes, and themſelues, And were I great, as great as I could wiſh My ſelfe for her aduancement, no ſuch barre As Fortunes inequality ſhould ſtand Betwixt our loues. Good Father heare me. Doſt thou not bluſh to call me father, Strumpet Ile make thee an example. But heare me Sir, my ſhame will be your owne. No more I ſay, Franciſco leaue my houſe, I charge You come not heere.