Davenant, William · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [1626-1629] (Annals) tragedy · Unacted unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
A rare Adage. The Lady Author sure, is o'th' moderns. My joy is turned to a disease; it makes Me speechless! I ever thought these Court-Tits Were much taken with my smooth looks; but that Their modesty still kept them from my reach. Foolish modesty! It has hindered my Preferment much for since I left the Camp, I have been in love with some three hundred Of'em, yet never durst lay claim to one. Vh! vh! If Heaven should so affect Our mutual appetites, as to restore My health, would you continue still to dote Upon an old sinner? O, I should grow more fond; preserve you long Alive with zealous Orisons! 'las! poor malkin! She's caught! I shall grow rich. For I have heard, these Court-Ladies allow Large pensions to their Paramours. Help! help! To move me higher in my seat— Bless us! methinks, Sir, you begin to use Your legs with active strength. A precious Ape! He will show fine tricks anon! Some strange influence from your touch, hath given A second Youth unto my faculties: Before, I seemed to crawl like to a Crab: Now my joints grow supple, as if I were Provided for a Race. This hand inspires my strength— I have a Key, will give us passage here to th'Park! Unhand me, Sir, for I shall forfeit all My fame else. They'll think, I am immodest— Captain Grimold! He sits like a Witch, sailing in a siue. Hah! sick! Gentlemen, avoid the windy side, Lest he infect ye with his breath. I know His disease, and whence it came, shortly You'll see him wear a Curtain sore his Nose; That's now the newest fashion that came from Paris. ay, 'tis it: he has them growing on his Temples here— They'll shortly be as big As Turnips. He must to Rotterdam, to the fat Doctor there, And be stewed in a Stove, until he spit His venom out. And whilst you are in physic (Captain) You fare like Oberon. 'tis a very Slender diet. The lean thigh of a Wasp To dinner; and some two or three of your Own penitent tears for your beverage. I've but so much breath left, as would make up A short prayer to secure my last jaunt: Yet I will spend it in a hearty curse For your dear sakes. March on! If he do find himself aggrieved, Let him send me a challenge after his death; And I will meet him, Ith' Elysian Fields. I will eat that Cunymond! How prompt the Slave is, in 's metamorphosis? To him again, madam? Alas, dear Captain, what bodily hope Can a young Lady have of your performance, That fall so soon in a relapse? When you deprived me of your hand, you took Away my strength and heat: touch me again, And I shall walk stiff as Cacus. Take leisure in your motion, Sir.
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A rare Adage. The Lady Author ſure, is o'th'Moddernes. My ioy is turn'd to a diſeaſe; it makes Me ſpeechleſſe! I euer thought theſe Court-Tits Were much taken with my ſmooth lookes; but that Their modeſty ſtill kept them from my reach. Fooliſh modeſty! It has hindred my Preferment much for ſince I left the Campe, I haue been in loue with ſome three hundred Of'em, yet neuer durſt lay claime to one. Vh! vh! If Heauen ſhould ſo affect Our mutuall appetites, as to reſtore My health, would you continue ſtill to doate Vpon an old ſinner? O, I ſhould grow more fond; preſerue you long Aliue with zealous Orizons! Las! poore Maulkin! She's caught! I ſhall grow rich. For I haue heard, theſe Court-Ladies allow Large penſions to their Paramors. Helpe! helpe! To mooue me higher in my ſeate— Bleſſe vs! me thinks, Sir, you begin to vſe Your legges with actiue ſtrength. A precious Ape! He will ſhew fine tricks anon! Some ſtrange influence from your touch, hath giuen A ſecond Youth vnto my faculties: Before, I ſeem'd to crawle like to a Crab: Now my ioynts grow ſupple, as if I were Prouided for a Race. This hand inſpires my ſtrength— I haue a Key, will giue vs paſſage here to th'Park! Vnhand me, Sir, for I ſhall forfeit all My fame elſe. They'll thinke, I am immodeſt— Captaine Grimold! He ſits like a Witch, ſayling in a ſiue. Hah! ſicke! Gentlemen, auoid the windy ſide, Leſt he infect ye with his breath. I know His diſeaſe, and whence it came, ſhortly You'le ſee him weare a Curtaine ſore his Noſe; That's now the neweſt faſhion that came from Paris. I, tis it: he has them growing on his Temples here—They'll ſhortly be as bigge As Turnips. He muſt to Roterdam, to the fat Doctor there, And be ſtew'd in a Stoue, vntill he ſpit His venome out. And whilſt you are in phyſick (Captaine) You fare like Oberon. Tis a very Slender diet. The leane thigh of a Waſpe To dinner; and ſome two or three of your Owne penitent teares for your beueridge. I'ue but ſo much breath left, as would make vp A ſhort prayer to ſecure my laſt iaunt: Yet I will ſpend it in a hearty curſe For your deare ſakes. March on! If he doe finde himſelfe agrieu'd, Let him ſend me a challenge after his death; And I will meete him, Ith' Elizian Fields. I will eate that Cunymond! How prompt the Slaue is, in 's metamorphoſis? To him agen, Madame? Alas, deare Captaine, what bodily hope Can a young Lady haue of your performance, That fall ſo ſoone in a relapſe? When you depriu'd me of your hand, you took Away my ſtrength and heate: touch me agen, And I ſhall walke ſtiffe as Cacus. Take leaſure in your motion, Sir.