Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 463 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
I did look for this gear. And what a daughter of darkness, he does make you, Locked up from all society, or object; Your eye not let to look upon a face, Under a Conjurers (or some mould for one, Hollow, and lean like his) but, by great means, As I now make; your own too sensible sufferings, Without the extraordinary aids, Of spells, or spirits, may assure you, Lady. For my part, I protest 'gainst all such practice, I work by no false arts, medicines, or charms To be said forward and backward. Not, I except: Sir I shall ease you. Mum. Nor have I ends, Lady, Upon you, more than this: to tell you how Love Beauties good Angel, he that waits upon her At all occasions, and no less than Fortune, Helps th' adventurous, in me makes that proffer, Which never fair one was so fond, to loose; Who could but reach a hand forth to her freedom; On the first sight, I loved you: since which time, Though I have travelled, I have been in travel Moore for this second blessing of your eyes Which now I have purchased, than for all aims else. Think of it, Lady, be your mind as active, As is your beauty: view your object well. Examine both my fashion, and my years Things, that are like, are soon familiar: And Nature joys, still in equality. Let not the sign o' the husband fright you, Lady. But ere your spring be gone, enjoy it. Flowers, Though fair, are often but of one morning. Think, All beauty doth not last until the autumn. You grow old, while I tell you this. And such, As cannot use the present, are not wise. If Love and Fortune will take care of us, Why ● should our will be wanting? This is all. What do you answer, Lady? Now, the sport comes. Let him still wait, waite, waite: while the watch goes, And the time runs. Wife! How! not any word? Nay, than, I taste a trick in't. Worthy Lady, I cannot be so false to mine own thoughts Of your presumed goodness, to conceive This, as your rudeness, which I see's imposed. Yet, since your cautelous jailor, here stands by you, And ye are denied the liberty o' the house, Let me take warrant, Lady, from your silence, (Which ever is interpreted consent) To make your answer for you: which shall be To as good purpose, as I can imagine, And what I think you'd speak. Not, no, no, no. I shall resume, Sr. Sir, what do you mean? One interruption more, Sir, and you go Into your hose and doublet, nothing saves you. And therefore hearken. This is for your wife. You must play fair, Sr.
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I did looke for this geere. And what a daughter of darkneſſe, he do's make you, Lock'd vp from all ſociety, or object; Your eye not let to looke vpon a face, Vnder a Conjurers (or ſome mould for one, Hollow, and leane like his) but, by great meanes, As I now make; your owne too ſenſible ſufferings, Without the extraordinary aydes, Of ſpells, or ſpirits, may aſſure you, Lady. For my part, I proteſt 'gainſt all ſuch practice, I worke by no falſe arts, medicines, or charmes To be ſaid forward and backward. No, I except: Sir I ſhall eaſe you. Mum. Nor haue I ends, Lady, Vpon you, more then this: to tell you how Loue Beauties good Angell, he that waits vpon her At all occaſions, and no leſſe then Fortune, Helps th' aduenturous, in mee makes that proffer, Which neuer faire one was ſo fond, to loſe; Who could but reach a hand forth to her freedome; On the firſt ſight, I lou'd you: ſince which time, Though I haue trauell'd, I haue beene in trauell More for this ſecond bleſſing of your eyes Which now I' haue purchas'd, then for all aymes elſe. Thinke of it, Lady, be your minde as actiue, As is your beauty: view your object well. Examine both my faſhion, and my yeeres Things, that are like, are ſoone familiar: And Nature ioyes, ſtill in equality. Let not the ſigne o' the husband fright you, Lady. But ere your ſpring be gone, inioy it. Flowers, Though faire, are oft but of one morning. Thinke, All beauty doth not laſt vntill the autumne. You grow old, while I tell you this. And ſuch, As cannot vſe the preſent, are not wiſe. If Loue and Fortune will take care of vs, Why ſhould our will be wanting? This is all. Wha doe you anſwer, Lady? Now, the ſport comes. Let him ſtill waite, waite, waite: while the watch goes, And the time runs. Wife! How! not any word? Nay, then, I taſte a tricke in't. Worthy Lady, I cannot be ſo falſe to mine owne thoughts Of your preſumed goodneſſe, to conceiue This, as your rudeneſſe, which I ſee's impos'd. Yet, ſince your cautelous Iaylor, here ſtands by you, And yo' are deni'd the liberty o' the houſe, Let me take warrant, Lady, from your ſilence, (Which euer is interpreted conſent) To make your anſwer for you: which ſhall be To as good purpoſe, as I can imagine, And what I thinke you'ld ſpeake. No, no, no, no. I ſhall reſume, Sr. Sir, what doe you meane? One interruption more, Sir, and you goe Into your hoſe and doublet, nothing ſaues you. And therefore harken. This is for your wife. You muſt play faire, Sr.