Webster, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1614 [1612-1614; revised 1617-23(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Do not put thyself To such a voluntary torture: which proceeds Out of your own guilt. How (my Lord?) You fear my constancy, because you have approved Those giddy and wild turning in yourself. Did you ere find them? Sooth generally for women; A man might strive to make glass malleable, Ere he should make them fixed. So, (my Lord) We had need go borrow that fantastic glass Invented by Galileo the Florentine, To view another spacious world i'th' Moon, And look to find a constant woman there. This is very well (my Lord.) Why do you weep? Are tears your justification? the selfsame tears Will fall into your husband's bosom, (Lady) With a loud protestation, that you love him Above the world: Come, i'll love you wisely, That's jealously, since I am very certain You cannot me make cuckold. I'll go home To my husband. You may thank me, (Lady) I have taken you off your melancholy perch, Boar you upon my fist, and showed you' game, And let you fly at it: I pray thee kiss me, When thou was't with thy husband, thou was't watched Like a tame elephant: (still you are to thank me) Thou hadst only kisses from him, and high feeding, But what delight was that? 'twas just like one That hath a little lingering on the Lute, Yet cannot tune it: (still you are to thank me.) You told me of a piteous wound i'th' heart, And a sick liver, when you wooed me first, And spoke like one in physic. Who's that? Rest firm, for my affection to thee, Lightning moves slow to't. (Madam) a Gentleman That's come post from Malfi, desires to see you. Let him enter, i'll withdraw. He says, Your husband, (old Castruchio) is come to Rome, Most pitifully tired with riding post. Signior Delio? 'tis one of my old Suitors I was bold to come and see you. Sir, you are welcome. Do you lie here? Sure, your own experience Will satisfy you no, our Roman Prelates Do not keep lodging, for Ladies. Very well: I have brought you no commendations from your husband, For I know none by him. I hear he's come to Rome? I never knew man, and beast, of a horse, and a knight, So weary of each other, if he had had a good back, He would have undertaken to have borne his horse, His breech was so pitifully sore. Your laughter, Is my pity. Lady, I know not whether You want money, but I have brought you some. From my husband? No, from mine own allowance. I must hear the condition, ere I be bound to take it. Look on't, 'tis gold, hath it not a fine colour? I have a Bird more beautiful. Try the sound on't. A Lutestring far exceeds it, It hath no smell, like Cassia, or Civet, Nor is it physical, though some fond Doctors Persuade us, seethes in cullises, i'll tell you, This is a Creature bred by—
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Doe not put thy selfe To such a voluntary torture: which proceedes Out of your owne guilt. How (my Lord?) You feare my constancy, because you haue approou'd Those giddy and wild turning in your selfe. Did you ere find them? Sooth generally for woemen; A man might striue to make glasse male-able, Ere he should make them fixed. So, (my Lord) We had need goe borrow that fantastique glasse Inuented by Galileo the Florentine, To view an other spacious world i'th' Moone, And looke to finde a constant woman there. This is very well (my Lord.) Why do you weepe? Are teares your iustification? the selfe-same teares Will fall into your husbands bosome, (Lady) With a loud protestation, that you loue him Aboue the world: Come, i'll loue you wisely, That's iealously, since I am very certaine You cannot me make cuckould. I'll go home To my husband. You may thanke me, (Lady) I haue taken you off your mellancholly pearch, Boare you vpon my fist, and shew'd you 'game, And let you flie at it: I pray the kisse me, VVhen thou was't with thy husband, thou was't watch'd Like a tame Ellephant: (still you are to thanke me) Thou hadst onely kisses from him, and high feeding, But what delight was that? 'twas iust like one That hath a little lingring on the Lute, Yet cannot tune it: (still you are to thanke me.) You told me of a piteous wound i'th'heart, And a sicke liuour, when you woed me first, And spake like one in physicke. Who's that? Rest firme, for my affection to thee, Lightning moones low to't. (Madam) a Gentleman That's come post from Malfy, desires to see you. Let him enter, i'll with-draw. He sayes, Your husband▪ (old Castruchio) is come to Rome, Mst pittifully tyr'd with riding post. Signior Delio? 'tis one of my old Suitors I was bold to come and see you. Sir, your are wel-come. Do you lie here? Sure, your owne experience Will satisfie you no, our Romane Prelates Do not keepe lodging, for Ladies. Very well: I haue brought you no comendations from your husband▪ For I know none by him. I heare he's come to Rome? I neuer knew man, and beast, of a horse, and a knight, So weary of each other, if he had had a good backe, He would haue vndertooke to haue borne his horse, His breech was so pittifully sore. Your laughter, Is my pitty. Lady, I know not whether You want mony, but I haue brought you some. From my husband? No, from mine owne allowance. I must heare the condition, ere I be bound to take it. Looke on't, 'tis gold, hath it not a fine colour? I haue a Bird more beautifull. Try the sound on't. A Lute-string far exceedes it, It hath no smell, like Cassia, or Cyut, Nor is it phisicall, though some fond Doctors Perswade vs, seeth's in Cullisses, i'le tell you, This is a Creature bred by—