Massinger, Philip · published 1624 · first performed or written 1623 [licensed for stage, Dec 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti typicality 0.87 · 526 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
See, she kneels And seems to call upon the gods to pay The debt she owes your virtue. To perform which As a sure pledge of friendship, she vouchsafes you Her fair right hand. I am paid for all my sufferings. Now when you please, pass to your private Chamber: My love, and duty, faithful guards, shall keep you From all disturbance; and when you are sated With thinking of Leosthenes, as a fee Due to my service, spare one sigh for me. Come on, Sir. Oh. Do you grumble? you were ever A brainless Ass, but if this hold, I'll teach you To come aloft, and do tricks like an Ape Your morning's lesson: if you miss— O no, Sir. What for the Carthaginians? a good beast. What for ourself your Lord? exceeding well. There's your reward. Not kiss your paw? So, so, so. Was ever Lady the first day of her honour So waited on by a wrinkled crone? she looks now Without her painting, curling, and perfumes Like the last day of Ianuary; and stinks worse Than a hot brach in the dog days. Further of, So stand there like an image; if you stir, Till with a quarter of a look I call you, You know what follows. O what am I fall'n to! But 'tis a punishment for my lust and pride, justly returned upon me. How dost thou like Thy Ladyship Zanthia? Very well, and bear it With as much state as your Lordship. Give me thy hand; Let us like conquering Romans walk in triumph, Our captives following. Then mount our Tribunals, And make the slaves our footstools. Fine by Ioue, Are your hands clean minion? Yes forsooth. Fall off then. So now come on: and having made your three duties, Down I say, (are you stiff in the hams?) now kneel, And tie our shoe. Now kiss it and be happy. This is state indeed. It is such as she taught me, A tickling itch of greatness, your proud Ladies Expect from their poor Waiters, we have changed parts; She does what she forced me to do in her reign, And I must practise it in mine. 'Tis justice; O here come more. Discover to a Drachma, Or I will famish thee. O I am pined already. Hunger shall force thee to cut off the brawns From thy arms and thighs, than broil them on the coals For Carbonadoes. Spare the old jade, he's foundered. Cutt his throat then, And hang him out for a scarecrow. You have all your wishes In your revenge, and I have mine. You see I use no tyranny: When I was her slave, She kept me as a sinner to lie at her back In frosty nights, and fed me high with dainties, Which still she had in her belly again ere morning, And in requital of those courtesies Having made one another free, we are married, And if you wish us joy, join with us in A Dance at our Wedding. Agreed, for I have thought of A most triumphant one, which shall express, we are Lords, and these our slaves.
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See, she kneeles And seemes to call vpon the gods to pay The debt she owes your vertue. To performe which As a sure pledge of friendship, she vouchsafes you Her faire right hand. I am payd for all my suffrings. Now when you please, passe to your priuate Chamber: My loue, and dutie, faithfull guards, shall keepe you From all disturbance; and when you are sated With thinking of Leosthenes, as a fee Due to my seruice, spare one sigh for me. Come on, Sir. Oh. Doe you grumble? you were euer A brainelesse Asse, but if this hold, I'le teach 'you To come aloft, and doe tricks like an Ape Your mornings lesson: if you misse — O no, Sir. What for the Carthaginians? a good beast. What for our selfe your Lord? exceeding well. There's your reward. Not kisse your pawe? So, so, so. Was euer Lady the first daie of her honour So waited on by a wrinkled crone? she lookes now Without her painting, curling, and perfumes Like the last day of Ianuary; and stinkes worse Then a hot brach in the dogge daies. Further of, So stand there like an image; if you stirre, Till with a quarter of a looke I call you, You know what followes. O what am I falne to! But 'tis a punishment for my lust and pride, Iustly return'd vpon me. How doo'st thou like Thy Ladiship Zanthia? Very well, and beare it With as much state as your Lordship. Giue me thy hand; Let vs like conquering Romans walke in triumph, Our captiues following. Then mount our Tribunals, And make the slaues our footstooles. Fine by Ioue, Are your hands cleane minion? Yes forsooth. Fall off then. So now come on: and hauing made your three duties, Downe I say, (are you stiffe in the hams?) now kneele, And tie our shooe. Now kisse it and be happy. This is state indeed. It is such as she taught me, A tickling itch of greatnesse, your proud Ladyes Expect from their poore Waiters, we haue chang'd parts; Shee does what she forc'd me to doe in her raigne, And I must practise it in mine. 'Tis iustice; O heere come more. Discouer to a Drachma, Or I will famish thee. O I am pin'de already. Hunger shall force thee to cut off the brawnes From thy armes and thighes, then broile them on the coles For Carbonadoes. Spare the olde Iade, he's foundred. Cutt his throat then, And hang him out for a scarre-Crowe. You haue all your wishes In your reuenge, and I haue mine. You see I vse no tyrannie: When I was her slaue, She kept me as a sinner to lie at her backe In frostie nights, and fed me high with dainties, Which still she had in her belly againe e're morning, And in requitall of those curtesies Hauing made one another free, we are marryed, And if you wish vs ioy, ioyne with vs in A Dance at our Wedding. Agreed, for I haue thought of A most triumphant one, which shall expresse, wee are Lords, and these our slaues.