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 T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Use thy skill. I would to Heaven your highness— Ha! the Queen! was she not at my elbow? Here was nothing. I must not live thus, Iago if I lie After the kingly fashion without a woman I shall run mad at midnight; I will marry The Lunatic Lady, she shall be my Queen, Proclaim her so. Your highness does but jest! All the world's frantic, mad with mad are best. Wretched state of Kings, that standing high, Their faults are marks, shot at by every eye. Give me the key, make all fast, leave us, I'll screw her wits to the right place. Apollo bless thee. Are not you a woollen-Draper? Yes. Whether is a woman's life measured by the Ell or the Yard. All women by the Yard sure, it's no life else. I'm now near seventeen years old, if I should die at these years, am I not a fool. Yes marry are you, for the Law allows none to be of discretion, till they come to twenty one. Out upon you, you are a Lawyer, pray get you hence, for you'll not leave me clothes to my back if I keep you company, I'm mad enough now, and you'll make me stark mad. I am not what I seem, no Doctor I But by your Husband sent in this disguise To sound your bosom. You bob for eels, do you not? Here has he locked his mind up, but for me To put a burning linstock in a hand That may give fire, and send my Soul in powder, I know not, pardon me, fare you well Lady. Hist do you hear? The eyes of mercy guard thee Were't known for what I ventured thus, 'twere death, I'll to your husband. Stay, I am not mad Yet I have cause to rave, my wits like Bells Are backward rung, only to fright the Tyrant That whilst his wild lust wanders, I may fly To my sweet husband's arms, here I have hid The trains I mean to lay for mine escape. Excellent, he shall second you. Should any watch us! All's fast, run mad again then, the King thinks Me some rare fellow, you shall leave the Court Now if you'll taste my Counsel. I'll drink gall to cure me of this sickness. Sit then down here I'll bind you fast because it shall appear, That you grow worse and worse, then will I tell The King, the only course to leave you well, Is to remove you home to mine own Lodging, I'll bind you. For ever to thee. Once hence, you may fly To th' straits, and then cross o'er to Barbary: So, th' art a Strumpet. What's that you speak! A damned one; Dost thou not know me! I am Gazetto! Mercy. Who like a ball of wildfire have been tossed To make others sport, but here I burst and kill: A perjured Strumpet.
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Vse thy skill. I would to Heauen your highnesse— Ha! the Queene! was she not at my elbow? Here was nothing. I must not liue thus, Iago if I lye After the kingly fashion without a woman I shall run mad at midnight; I will marry The Lunaticke Lady, she shall be my Queene, Proclaime her so. Your highnesse does but jest! All the world's franticke, mad with mad are best. Wretched state of Kings, that standing hye, Their faults are markes, shot at by euery eye. Giue me the key, make all fast, leaue vs, Ile skrew her wits to the right place. Apollo blesse thee. Are not you a woollen-Draper? Yes. Whether is a womans life measured by the Ell or the Yard. All women by the Yard sure, it's no life else. I'me now neare seuenteene yeares old, if I should dye at these yeares, am I not a foole. Yes marry are you, for the Law allowes none to be of discretion, till they come to twenty one. Out vpon you, you are a Lawyer, pray get you hence, for you'l not leaue me clothes to my backe if I keepe you company, I'me mad enough now, and you'l make me starke mad. I am not what I seeme, no Doctor I But by your Husband sent in this disguise To sound your bosome. You bob for Eeles, doe you not? Here has he lockt his mind vp, but for mee To put a burning linstocke in a hand That may giue fire, and send my Soule in powder, I know not, pardon me, fare you well Lady. Hist doe you heare? The eyes of mercy guard thee Were't knowne for what I venter'd thus, 'twere death, Ile to your husband. Stay, I am not mad Yet I haue cause to raue, my wits like Bels Are backward rung, onely to fright the Tyrant That whilst his wild lust wanders, I may flye To my sweet husbands armes, here I haue hid The traines I meane to lay for mine escape. Excellent, he shall second you. Should any watch vs! All's fast, run mad agen then, the King thinks Me some rare fellow, you shall leaue the Court Now if you'l taste my Counsell. Ile drinke gall to cure mee of this sicknesse. Sit then downe here Ile bind you fast because it shall appeare, That you grow worse and worse, then will I tell The King, the onely course to leaue you well, Is to remoue you home to mine owne Lodging, Ile bind you. For euer to thee. Once hence, you may fiye To th' Straights, and then crosse o're to Barbary: So, th' art a Strumpet. What's that you speake! A damn'd one; Dost thou not know me! I am Gazetto! Mercy. Who like a ball of wild-fire haue beene tost To make others sport, but here I burst and kill: A periur'd Strumpet.