Massinger, Philip · published 1624 · first performed or written 1623 [licensed for stage, Dec 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 466 words
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I am perfect. Would I were so: I fear I shall be out. If you are, I'll help you in. Thus I walk musing: You are to enter, and as you pass by, Salute my woman, be but bold enough, You'll speed I warrant you; begin. Have at it. 'Save thee sweet heart. A kiss. Venus forbid, Sir, I should presume to taste your honour's lips Before my Lady. This is well on both parts. How does thy Lady? Happy in your Lordship, As oft as she thinks on you. Very good, This Wench will learn in time. Does she think of me? O Sir, and speaks the best of you, admires Your wit, your clothes, discourse; and swears, but that You are not forward enough for a Lord, you were The most complete, and absolute man: I'll show Your Lordship a Secret. Not of thine own? O no, Sir, 'Tis of my Lady, but upon your honour, You must conceal it. By all means. Some times I lie with my Lady, as the lastnight I did, She could not say her prayers, for thinking of you, Nay, she talked of you in her sleep, and sighed out, O sweet Asotus, sure thou art so backward, That I must ravish thee, and in that fervour She took me in her arms, threw me upon her, Kissed me, and hugged me, and then waked, and wept; Because 'twas but a dream. This will bring him on, Or he's a block. A good Girl! I am mad, Till I am at it. Be not put off, Sir, With away, I dare not; fie you are immodest, My Brother's up, my Father will hear, shoot home, Sir, You cannot miss the mark. There's for thy counsel. This is the fairest interlude, if it prove earnest, I shall wish I were a Player. Now my turn comes. I am exceeding sick, pray you send my Page For young Asotus, I cannot live without him, Pray him to visit me, yet when he's present, I must be strange to him. Not so: you are caught. lo whom you wish, behold Asotus here! You wait well, Minion, shortly I shall not speak My thoughts in my private Chamber, but they must Lie open to discovery. 'Slid she's angry. No, no, Sir, she but seems so. To her again. Lady, I would descend to kiss your hand, But that 'tis gloved, and Civet makes me sick; And to presume to taste your lips not safe, Your woman by: I hope she's no observer, Of whom I grace. She's at her book, O rare! A kiss for entertainment is sufficient: Too much of one dish cloys me. I would serve in The second course, but still I fear your woman. You are very cautelous.
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I am perfect. Would I were so: I feare I shall be out. If you are, I'le helpe you in. Thus I walke musing: You are to enter, and as you passe by, Salute my woman, be but bold enough, You'le speed I warrant you; begin. Haue at it. 'Saue thee sweet heart. A kisse. Venus forbid, Sir, I should presume to taste your honours lips Before my Lady. This is well on both parts. How does thy Lady? Happy in your Lordship, As oft as she thinkes on you. Very good, This Wench will learne in time. Does she thinke of me? O Sir, and speakes the best of you, admires Your wit, your clothes, discourse; and sweares, but that You are not forward enough for a Lord, you were The most compleat, and absolute man: I'le shew Your Lordship a Secret. Not of thine owne? O no, Sir, 'Tis of my Lady, but vpon your honour, You must conceale it. By all meanes. Some times I lie with my Ladie, as the lastnight I did, Shee could not say her prayers, for thinking of you, Nay, she talked of you in her sleepe, and sigh'd out, O sweet Asotus, sure thou art so backward, That I must rauish thee, and in that feruor She tooke me in her armes, threw me vpon her, Kis'd me, and hug'd me, and then wak'd, and wept; Because 'twas but a dreame. This will bring him on, Or hee's a blocke. A good Girle! I am mad, Till I am at it. Be not put off, Sir, With away, I dare not; fie you are immodest, My Brother's vp, my Father will heare, shoot home, Sir, You cannot misse the marke. There's for thy counsaile. This is the fairest interlude, if it proue earnest, I shall wish I were a Player. Now my turne comes. I am exceeding sicke, pray you send my Page For young Asotus, I cannot liue without him, Pray him to visit me, yet when hee's present, I must be strange to him. Not so: you are caught. Loe whom you wish, behold Asotus here! You wait well, Minion, shortly I shall not speake My thoughts in my priuate Chamber, but they must Lie open to discouery. 'Slid shee's angry. No, no, Sir, she but seemes so. To her againe. Lady, I would descend to kisse your hand, But that 'tis glou'd, and Ciuit makes me sicke; And to presume to taste your lipps not safe, Your woman by: I hope shee's no obseruer, Of whom I grace. She's at her booke, O rare! A kisse for entertainement is sufficient: Too much of one dish cloyes me. I would serue in The second course, but still I feare your woman. You are very cautelous.