Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jan 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
How swift is time, and slily steals away From them would hug it, value it, embrace it? I should have thought it scarce had run ten minutes, When the whole hour is fled. Here, take your kiss, Sir, Which I most willing tender you, in Court. And we do imitate—) And I could wish, It had been twenty— so the sovereign's Poor narrow nature had decreed it so— But that is past, irrevocable, now: She did her kind, according to her latitude— Beware, you do not conjure up a spirit You cannot lay. I dare you, do your worst, Show me but such an injustice: I would thank you To alter your award. Sure she is serious! I shall have another fit of jealousy! I feel a grudging! Cheer up, noble guest, We cannot guess what this may come to, yet; The brain of man, or woman, is uncertain! Tut, she dissembles! All is personated, And counterfeit comes from her! If it were not, The Spanish Monarchy, with both the Indies, Could not buy off the treasure of this kiss, Or half give balance for my happiness. Why, as it is yet, it glads my light Heart To see you roused thus from a sleepy humour, Of drowsy, accidental melancholy; And all those brave parts of your soul awake, That did before seem drowned, and buried in you! That you express yourself, as you had backed The muse's Horse! or got Bellerophon's arms! What news with Fly? News, of a newer Lady, A finer, fresher, braver, bonnier beauty, A very bonaroba, and a Bouncer! In yellow, glistering, golden Satin. Pru, Adjourn the Court. Cry Trundle- Oyez, Any man, or woman, that hath any personal attendance To give unto the Court; Keep the second hour, And Love save the Sovereign. O Barnabe! Welcome Barnabe! Where hast thou been? I'the foul weather. Which has wet thee, B. As dry as a chip! Good jug, a cast o'thy name, As well as thy office; two jugs! By, and by. What Lady's this thou hast brought here? A great Lady I know no more: one, that will try you, Iordan. she'll find your gage, your circle, your capacity, How does old Staggers the Smith? and Tree, the saddler? Keep they their peny-club, still? And th'old catch too, Of whoop Barnaby- Do they sing at me? theyare reeling at it, in the parlour, now: I'll to 'em: Gi' me a drink first. Wher thy I lost it by the way gi'me— another. A hat? A drink. Take heed of taking cold, Ban- The wind blew't off at Highgate, and my Lady Would not endure me, light, to take it up, But made me drive bareheaded i'the rain. That she might be mistaken for a Countess? Troth, like enough! She might be an o'ergrown Duchess, For aught I know. What! with one man! At a time, They carry no more, the best of'em. Nor the bravest.
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How swift is time, and sly steales away From them would hug it, value it, embrace it? I should haue thought it scarce had run ten minutes, When the whole houre is fled. Here, take your kisse, Sir, Which I most willing tender you, in Court. And we doe imitate—) And I could wish, It had bene twenty—so the Soueraignes Poore narrow nature had decreed it so— But that is past, irreuocable, now: She did her kind, according to her latitude— Beware, you doe not coniure vp a spirit You cannot lay. I dare you, doe your worst, Shew me but such an iniustice: I would thanke you To alter your award. Sure she is serious! I shall haue another fit of iealousie! I feele a grudging! Cheare vp, noble ghest, We cannot guesse what this may come to, yet; The braine of man, or woman, is vncertaine! Tt, she dissembles! All is personated, And counterfeit comes from her! If it were not, The Spanish Monarchy, with both the Indies, Could not buy off the treasure of this kisse, Or halfe giue balance for my happinesse. Why, as it is yet, it glads my light Heart To see you rouz'd thus from a sleepy humor, Of drouzy, accidentall melancholy; And all those braue parts of your soule awake, That did before seeme drown'd, and buried in you! That you expresse your selfe, as you had back'd The Muses Horse! or got Bellerophons armes! What newes with Fly? Newes, of a newer Lady, A finer, freshe, brauer, bonnier beauty, A very bona-Roba, and a Bouncer! In yeallow, glistering, golden Satten. Pru, Adiourne the Court. Cry Trundle- Oyez, Any man, or woman, that hath any personal attendance To giue vnto the Court; Keepe the second houre, And Loue saue the Sou'raigne. O Barnabe! Welcome Barnabe! Where ha thou beene? I'the foule weather. Which has wet thee, B. As dri as a chip! Good Iug, a cast o'thy name, As well as thy office; two iugges! By, and by. What Lady's this thou hast brought here? A great Lad I know no more: one, that will trie you, Iordan. Shee'll finde your gage, your circle, your capacity, How do's old Staggers the Smith? and Tree, the Sadler? Keep they their peny-club, stil? And th'old catch too, Of whoop Barnaby- Doe they sing at me? They'are reeling at it, in the parlour, now: Ile to 'hem: Gi' mee a drinke first. Wher thy I lost it by the way-Gi'me another. A hat? A drinke. Take heed of taking cold, Ban- The wind blew't off at High-gate, and my Lady Would not endure mee, light, to take it vp, But made me driue bare-headed i'the raine. That she might be mistaken for a Countesse? Troth, like inough! She might be an o're-grown Dutchesse, For ought I know. What! with one man! At a time, They cary no more, the best of'hem. Nor the brauest.