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 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
THis was a fortune, happy above thought, That this should prove thy chamber; which I feared Would be my greatest trouble! this must be The very window, and that the room. It is. I now remember, I have often seen there A woman, but I never marked her much. Where was your soul, friend? Faith, but now, and than, Awake unto those objects. You pretend so. Let me not live, if I am not in love Moore with her wit, for this direction, now, Than with her form, though I ha' praised that prettily, Since I saw her, and you, to day. Read those. They'll go unto the air you love so well. Try 'em unto the note, may be the music Will call her sooner; light, she's here! Sing quickly. Either he understood him not: or else, The fellow was not faithful in delivery, Of what I bad. And, I am justly paid, That might have made my profit of his service, But, by mistaking, have drawn on his envy, And done the worse defeat upon myself. How! Music? than he may be there: and is sure. O! Is it so? Is there the interview? Have I drawn to you, at last, my cunning Lady? The Devil is an Ass! fooled of! and beaten! Nay, made an instrument! and could not sent it! Well, since ye have shown the malice of a woman, Not less than her true wit, and learning, Mistress, I'll try, if little Pug have the malignity To recompense it, and so save his danger. 'Tis not the pain, but the discredit of it, The Devil should not keep a body entire. Away, fall back, she comes. I'll leave you, Sir, The Master of my chamber. I have business. Mrs! You make me paint, Sr. The are fair colours, Lady, and natural! I did receive Some commands from you, lately, gentle Lady, But so perplexed, and wrapped in the delivery, As I may fear t' have misinterpreted: But must make suit still, to be near your grace. Who is there with you, Sr? None, but myself. It falls out, Lady, to be a dear friends lodging. Wherein there's some conspiracy of fortune With your poor servants blessed affections. Who was it sung? He, Lady, but he's gone, Upon my entreaty of him, seeing you Approach the window. Neither need you doubt him, If he were here. He is too much a gentleman. Sir, if you judge me by this simple action, And by the outward habit, and complexion Of easiness, it hath, to your design; You may with justice, say, I am a woman: And a strange woman. But when you shall please, To bring but that concurrence of my fortune, To memory, which to day yourself did urge: It may beget some favour like excuse, Though none like reason.
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THis was a fortune, happy aboue thought, That this ſhould proue thy chamber; which I fear'd Would be my greateſt trouble! this muſt be The very window, and that the roome. It is. I now remember, I haue often ſeene there A woman, but I neuer mark'd her much. Where was your ſoule, friend? Faith, but now, and then, Awake vnto thoſe obiects. You pretend ſo. Let mee not liue, if I am not in loue More with her wit, for this direction, now, Then with her forme, though I ha' prais'd that prettily, Since I ſaw her, and you, to day. Read thoſe. They'll goe vnto the ayre you loue ſo well. Try 'hem vnto the note, may be the muſique Will call her ſooner; light, ſhee's here! Sing quickly. Either he vnderſtood him not: or elſe, The fellow was not faithfull in deliuery, Of what I bad. And, I am iuſtly pay'd, That might haue made my profit of his ſeruice, But, by miſ-taking, haue drawne on his enuy, And done the worſe defeate vpon my ſelfe. How! Muſique? then he may be there: and is ſure. O! Is it ſo? Is there the enter-view? Haue I drawne to you, at laſt, my cunning Lady? The Diuell is an Aſſe! fool'd off! and beaten! Nay, made an inſtrument! and could not ſent it! Well, ſince yo' haue ſhowne the malice of a woman, No leſſe then her true wit, and learning, Miſtreſſe, I'll try, if little Pug haue the malignity To recompence it, and ſo ſaue his danger. 'Tis not the paine, but the diſcredite of it, The Diuell ſhould not keepe a body intire. Away, fall backe, ſhe comes. I'll leaue you, Sir, The Maſter of my chamber. I haue buſineſſe. Mrs! You make me paint, Sr. The' are faire colours, Lady, and naturall! I did receiue Some commands from you, lately, gentle Lady, But ſo perplex'd, and wrap'd in the deliuery, As I may feare t' haue miſ-interpreted: But muſt make ſuit ſtill, to be neere your grace. Who is there with you, Sr? None, but my ſelfe. It falls out, Lady, to be a deare friends lodging. Wherein there's ſome conſpiracy of fortune With your poore ſeruants bleſt affections. Who was it ſung? He, Lady, but hee's gone, Vpon my entreaty of him, ſeeing you Approach the window. Neither need you doubt him, If he were here. He is too much a gentleman. Sir, if you iudge me by this ſimple action, And by the outward habite, and complexion Of eaſineſſe, it hath, to your deſigne; You may with Iuſtice, ſay, I am a woman: And a ſtrange woman. But when you ſhall pleaſe, To bring but that concurrence of my fortune, To memory, which to day your ſelfe did vrge: It may beget ſome fauour like excuſe, Though none like reaſon.