Middleton, Thomas · published 1625 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jun 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
there's a taste of the old vessel still. The erroneous relish. Wonder work some strange delight (This place was never yet without) To welcome thee the fair White House Knight, And to bring our hopes about, May from the Altar Flames aspire, Those Tapers set themselves on fire. May senseless things our joys approve, And those brazen Statues move: Quickened by some Power above, Or what more strange to show our Love. A happy Omen waits upon this hour, All move portentuously the Right-hand way. Come let's set free all most choice delights, That ever adorned Days or quickened Nights. I see 'twas but a trial of my duty now, Has a more modest mind, and in that virtue Most worthily hath Fate provided for me, Hah! 'tis the bad-man in the Reverend habit, Dares he be seen again? Traitor to Holiness, Oh marble fronted Impudence, and knows, How ill'has used? I'm ashamed he blushes not, Are you yet stored with any woman's pity? Are you the Mistress of so much Devotion? Kindness, and Charity? as to bestow An Alms of Love on your poor sufferer yet For your sake only? (Sir) for the reverend respect you ought To give to Sanctity (though none to me) In being her servant vowed, and wear her livery, (If I might counsel) you should never speak, The language of unchastity in that habit: You will not think how ill it does with you, The world's a stage on which all parts are played, You'd think it most absurd to see a Devil Presented there not in a devil's shape, Or wanting one, to send him out in yours, You'd rail at that for an absurdity, No College ere committed, for decorum's sake then For pities cause, for sacred virtue's honour, If you'll persist still in your devilish part, Present him as you should, and let one That carries up the goodness of the play, Come in that habit: and I'll speak with him, Then will the parts be fitted, and the spectators Know which is which, they must have cunning judgements, To find it else, for such a one as you Is able to deceive a mighty Auditory. Nay those you have seduced (if there be any In the assembly) if they see what manner You play the Game with me, they cannot love you. Is there so little hope of you to smile (sir) Yes at your fears, at th'ignorance of your power The little use you make of time (youth's fortune) Knowing you have a Husband for lust's shelter, You dare not yet make bold with a friend's comfort: This is the plague of weakness. So hot burning? The syllables of sin, fly from his lips, As if the letter came new cast from Hell. Well setting aside the dish you love so much, (Which hath been heartily tasted by your betters) I come to marry you to the gentleman That last enjoyed you, I hope that pleaseth you. there's no immodest relish in that office.
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Ther's a taſte of the old veſſell ſtill. The erronious relliſh. Wonder worke ſome ſtrange delight (This place was neuer yet without) To welcome thee the faire White Houſe Knight, And to bring our hopes about, May from the Altar Flames aſpire, Thoſe Tapers ſet themſelues on fire. May ſenſeleſſe things our ioyes approoue, And thoſe brazen Statues mooue: Quickned by ſome Power aboue, Or what more ſtrange to ſhew our Loue. A happy Omen waytes vpon this houre, All moue portentuouſly the Right-hand way. Come let's ſet free all moſt choyſe delights, That euer adorn'd Dayes or quickn'd Nights. I ſee t'was but a triall of my duty now, Has a more modeſt minde, and in that vertue Moſt worthely hath Fate prouided for me, Hah! tis the bad-man in the Reuerend habit, Dares he be ſeene agen? Traytor to Holineſſe, Oh marble fronted Impudence, and knowes, How ill 'has vs'd? I'me aſham'd he bluſhes not, Are you yet ſtoard with any womans pitty? Are you the Miſtris of ſo much Deuotion? Kindneſſe, and Charity? as to beſtow An Almes of Loue on your poore ſufferer yet For your ſake onely? (Sir) for the reuerend reſpect you ought To giue to Sanctity (though none to me) In being her ſeruant vow'd, and weare her liuery, (If I might counſell) you ſhould neuer ſpeake, The language of vnchaſtity in that habit: You will not thinke how ill it do's with you, The world's a ſtage on which all parts are played, You'd thinke it moſt abſurd to ſee a Diuell Preſented there not in a Diuells ſhape, Or wanting one, to ſend him out in yours, You'd rayle at that for an abſurdity, No Colledge ere committed, for Decorum ſake then For pitties cauſe, for ſacred vertues honor, If you'l perſiſt ſtill in your diuliſh part, Preſent him as you ſhould, and let one That carryes vp the goodneſſe of the play, Come in that habit: and Ile ſpeake with him, Then will the parts be fitted, and the ſpectators Know which is which, they muſt haue cunning iudgments, To finde it elſe, for ſuch a one as you Is able to deceiue a mighty Auditory. Nay thoſe you haue ſeduc't (if there be any In the aſſembly) if they ſee what manner You play the Game with me, they cannot loue you. Is there ſo little hope of you to ſmile (ſir) Yes at your feares, at th'ignorance of your power The little vſe you make of time (youths fortune) Knowing you haue a Husband for luſts ſhelter, You dare not yet make bold with a friends comfort: This is the plague of weaknes. So hot burning? The ſiliables of ſinne, flie from his lipps, As if the letter came new caſt from Hell. Well ſetting aſide the diſh you loue ſo much, (Which hath bin heartily taſted by your betters) I come to marry you to the gentleman That laſt inioyd you, I hope that pleaſeth you. Ther's no immodeſt reliſh in that office.