Middleton, Thomas · published 1625 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jun 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.81 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Oh fair Knight, The rising glory of the House of Candour, Have I so many protestations lost? Lost, lost, quite lost, am I not worth your confidence? I that have void the faculties of Soul, Life, spirit, and brain, to your sweet Game of youth, (Your noble fruitful Game) can you mistrust Any foul play in me? that have been ever The most submiss observers of your virtues, And no way taunted with ambition. (Save only to be thought your first admirer, How often have I changed (for your delight) The Royal Presentation of my place? Into a mimic jester, and become (For your sake, and the expulsion of sad thoughts) Of a great state since, a light son of pastime, Made three score year a Tomboy, a mere wanton, I'll tell you what I told a (Savoy) dame once: New Wed, high, plump, and lusting for an issue, Within the year I promised her a child, If she would stride over (Saint Rumbant's) breeches, A relic kept at Methlin, the next morning One of my followers old hose was conveyed Into her chamber, where she tried the feat, By that, and a Court friend, after grew great. Why who could be without thee) I will change, To please you, to any shape, and my aim Has been to win your love, in all this game. Thou hast it nobly, and I long to see, the black-house pleasure, state and dignity. Of honour you'll so surfeit and delight, You'll ne'er desire again to see the Whit. My love, my hope, my dearest, oh he's gone, Entrapped, ensnared, surprised amongst the black on's, I never felt extremity like this, Thick darkness dwells upon this hour, Integrity Like one of heaven's bright Luminaries now, By errors dullest element interpose, Suffers a black eclipse, I never was More sick of love then now I am of horror: I shallbe taken, the games lost, I'm set upon: Oh 'tis the turncoat Bishop, having watched Th'advantage of his play, comes now to seize on me: Oh! I'm hard be set, distressed most miserable. 'tis in vain to stir, remove which way you can: I take you now, this is the time we have hoped for, Queen you must down. No rescue, no deliverer. The black king's blood burns for thy prostitution, And nothing but the spring of thy chaste virtue Can cool his inflammation: instantly He dies upon a pleurisy of Luxury, If he deflower thee not. Oh straight of misery. And is your holiness his divine procurer? The devils in't, I'm taken by a Ringdove: Where stood this Bishop all this while, that I saw him not? Oh you were so ambitious you looked over me, You aimed at no less person, than the Queen (The glory of the Game) if she were won, The way were open to the master-check, Which (look you) he and his, lives to give you: Honour and virtue guide him in his station. Oh, my safe sanctuary.
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Oh faire Knight, The riſing glory of the Houſe of Candor, Haue I ſo many protestations loſt? Loſt, loſt, quite loſt, am I not worth your confidence? I that haue voyed the faculties of Soule, Life, ſpirit, and braine, to your ſweet Game of youth, (Your noble fruitfull Game) can you miſtruſt Any foule play in me? that haue bin euer The moſt ſubmiſſe obſeruers of your vertues, And no way taunted with ambition. (Saue onely to be thought your firſt admirer, How often haue I chang'd (for your delight) The Royall Preſentation of my place? Into a minicke Ieſter, and become (For your ſake, and the expulſion of ſad thoughts) Of a great ſtate ſice, a light ſonne of paſtime, Made three ſcore yeare a Tomboy, a meere wanton, Ile tell you what I told a (Sauoy) dame once: New Wed, high, plumph, and luſting for an iſſue, Within the yeare I promis'd her a childe, If ſhe would ſtride ouer (Saint Rumbants) breeches, A relique kept at Methlin, the next morning One of my followers old hoſe was conueyed Into her chamber, where ſhe tride the feate, By that, and a Court friend, after grew great. Why who could be without thee) I will change, To pleaſe you, to any ſhape, and my ayme Has bin to win your loue, in all this game. Thou haſt it nobly, and I long to ſee, the Blacke-houſe pleaſure, ſtate and dignity. Of honor you'le ſo ſurfet and delight, You'le nere deſire agen to ſee the Whit. My loue, my hope, my deereſt, oh he's gon, Entrapt, enſnard, ſurpriſed amongſt the blacke on's, I neuer felt extremity like this, Thicke darkneſſe dwels vpon this houre, Integrity Like one of Heauens bright Luminaries now, By errors dulleſt element interpoſe, Suffers a blacke ecclipſe, I neuer was More ſicke of loue then now I am of horror: I ſhalbe taken, the games loſt, I'me ſet vppon: Oh tis the turne-coate Biſhop, hauing watched Th'advantage of his play, comes now to ſeize on me: Oh! I'me hard be ſet, diſtreſſed moſt miſerable. Tis in vaine to ſtirre, remooue which way you can: I take you now, this is the time we haue hop'd for, Queene you muſt downe. No refcue, no deliuerer. The blacke Kings blood burnes for thy proſtitution, And nothing but the ſpring of thy chaſt vertue Can coole his inflamation: inſtantly He dyes vpon a pluriſie of Luxury, If he deflower thee not. Oh ſtreight of miſery. And is your holineſſe his diuine procurer? The diuells in't, I'me taken by a Ring-doue: VVhere ſtood this Biſhop all this while, that I ſaw him not? Oh you were ſo ambitious you lookt ouer me, You aym'd at no leſſe perſon, then the Queene (The glory of the Game) if ſhe were wonne, The way were open to the Maſter-Checque, Which (looke you) he and his, liues to giue you: Honor and vertue guide him in his ſtation. Oh, my ſafe ſanctuary.