Dekker, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1611-c.1613; re-licensed for stage, Aug 21, 1623] (Annals) tragicomedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Bilbo, thou seest me not. No, no, away, mum I. To shut thy lips fast, here are locks of Gold. I'spy a light comming, trudge this way. You dally with fire, haste, haste, Bilbo farewell. O star-crossed Love! To find way to whose Heaven, man wades through Hell. Woe, ho, ho, ho,— whew. Another Fire-drake! More Salamanders! Here Sir. Bilbo! How now! Is the didapper above water yet? Signior Gazetto! Mine Eyes are no bigger than little pins heads with staring, my heels ache with trotting, my candle is come to an untimely end through a Consumption. yet my young Mistress your sweet heart, like sweet breath amongst Tobacco-drinkers, is not to be found. On, take my Torch, apace: the nearest way home. Fluttering abroad by Owl-light! Here sir, turn down this Lane; shall I knock your Torch Signior? Prithee do what thou wilt, the Devil! where is she? Had you knocked your Torch well before Tormiella (ware the post) and held it well up when it was lighted, she had never given you the slip, and i'faith Signior when is the day? The wedding (meanst thou) on Saint Luke's day next, 'Tis mine own name thou know'st: but now I fear She's lost, and the day too. If she should drive you by foul weather into Cuckold's Haven before Saint Luke's day comes, Signior Luco how then? If she dares let her, I have her Father's promise, nay oath that I shall have her. Here is my Master's Gate. Stay she's at home sure now: I'll slip aside, Knock thou, and if she answers (as 'tis likely) we'll try if still th' old fencing be in use, That faulty women never want excuse. They are made for the purpose to lie and colour, I'll knock. Who's there? 'Tis I, open the door. What! to a Common! What common! You do me wrong sir, though I go in breeches, I am not the roaring girl you take me for. Wert thou with Gazetto? Yes. Was she with Gazetto? No. Was Gazetto alone? No sir, I was with him. Fool knew not he she was forth? Yes when I told him. Signior Malevento open the door pray. Oh Luke Gazetto. Not yet come home! No, no. Not yet! uds death When I shall take the Villain does this wrong, Had better stolen away a Star from Heaven No Spaniard sure dares do it. 'Tis some English man has stolen her, I hold my life, for most Thieves and bravest coney-catchers are amongst them. All Cordova search ere morning, if not found I'll ride to Seville, I'll mount my jennet Sir And take the way to Madrill. ne'er speak of Madrill, The journey is for her too dangerous, If Cordova hold her not, let's all to Seville. Haste, haste, by break of day Signior Gazetto let us meet again. Agreed: We'll hunt her out. But you know not when, will you take your Torch.
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Bilbo, thou seest me not. No, no, away, mum I. To shut thy lips fast, here are lockes of Gold. I'spy a light comming, trudge this way. You dally with fire, haste, haste, Bilbo farewell. O starre-crost Loue! To find way to whose Heauen, man wades through Hell. Wo, ho, ho, ho,—whew. Another Fire-drake! More Salamanders! Heere Sir. Bilbo! How now! Is the Dy-dapper aboue water yet? Signior Gazetto! Mine Eyes are no bigger then litle pinnes heads with staring, my heeles ake with trotting, my candle is come to an vntimely end through a Consumption. yet my yong Mistris your sweet hart, like sweet breath amongst Tobacco-drinkers, is not to be found. On, take my Torch, apace: the neer'st way home. Fluttering abroad by Owle-light! Here sir, turne downe this Lane; shall I knocke your Torch Signior? Prithee doe what thou wilt, the Diuell! where is she? Had you knockt your Torch well before Tormiella (ware the post) and held it well vp when it was lighted, she had neuer giuen you the slip, and i'faith Signior when is the day? The wedding (meanst thou) on Saint Lukes day next, 'Tis mine owne name thou know'st: but now I feare She's lost, and the day too. If she should driue you by foule weather into Cuckolds Hauen before Saint Lukes day comes, Signior Luco how then? If she dares let her, I haue her Fathers promise, nay oath that I shall haue her. Here is my Masters Gate. Stay she's at home sure now: Ile slip aside, Knocke thou, and if she answeres (as 'tis likely) Weel try if still th' old fencing be in vse, That faulty women neuer want excuse. They are made for the purpose to lye and cullor, Ile knocke. Who's there? 'Tis I, open the doore. What! to a Common! What common! You doe me wrong sir, though I goe in breeches, I am not the roaring girle you take me for. Wert thou with Gazetto? Yes. Was she with Gazetto? No. Was Gazetto alone? No sir, I was with him. Foole knew not he she was forth? Yes when I told him. Signior Malevento open the doore pray. Oh Luke Gazetto. Not yet come home! No, no. Not yet! vds death When I shall take the Villaine does this wrong, Had better stolne away a Starre from Heauen No Spaniard sure dares doe it. 'Tis some English man has stolne her, I hold my life, for most Theeues and brauest Cony-catchers are amongst them. All Cordoua search ere morning, if not found Ile ride to Siuill, Ile mount my Iennet Sir And take the way to Madrill. Ne're speake of Madrill, The iourney is for her too dangerous, If Cordoua hold her not, lets all to Siuill. Haste, haste, by breake of day Signior Gazetto let vs meet agen. Agreed: We'll hunt her out. But you know not when, will you take your Torch.