Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Sir, be the Lady's brave, we go unto? O, yes. And shall I see 'em, and speak to 'hem? What else? ha you your false-beard about you? Trains. Yes, And is this one of your double Cloaks? The best of 'hem. Be ready than. Sweet Pitfall! COme, I must buss— Away. I'll set thee up again. Never fear that: canst thou get ne'er a bird? Not Thrushes hungry? Stay, till cold weather come, I'll help thee to an Onsell, or, a Fieldfare. Who's within, with Madam? I'll tell you strait. Please you stay here, a while Sir, I'll go in. I do so long to have a little venery, While I am in this body! I would taste Of every sin, a little, if it might be After the manner of man! Sweetheart! What would you, Sr? Nothing but fall in, to you, be your Blackbird, My pretty pit (as the Gentleman said) your Throstle: Lie tame, and taken with you; here ' is gold! To buy you so much new stuffs, from the shop, As I may take the old up— You must sand, Sir. The Gentleman the ring. There ' 'tis. Nay look, Will you be foolish, Pit, This is strange rudeness. Dear Pit. I'll call, I swear. Where are you, Sr? Is your ring ready? Go with me. I sent it you. Me? When? by whom? A fellow here, even now, Came for it i' your name. I sent none, sure. My meaning ever was, you should deliver it, Yourself: So was your Master's charge, you know. What fellow was it, do you know him? Here, But now, he had it. Saw you any? Trains? Not I The Gentleman saw him. Inquire. I was so earnest upon her, I marked not! My devilish Chief has put me here in flesh, To shame me! This dull body I am in, I perceive nothing with! I offer at nothing, That will succeed! Sir, she saw none, she says. Satan himself, has ta'en a shape t' abuse me. It could not be else! This is above strange! That you should be so reckless. what'll you do, Sir? How will you answer this, when you are questioned? Run from my flesh, if I could; put of mankind! This's such a scorn! and will be a new exercise, For my Archduke! Woe to the several cudgels, Must suffer, on this back! Can you no succours? Sir? Alas! the use of it is so present. I ask, Sir, credit for another, but till to morrow? There is not so much time, Sir. But how ever, The Lady is a noble Lady, and will (To save a Gentleman from check) be entreated To say, she has received it. Do you think so? Will she be won? No doubt, to such an office, It will be a Lady's bravery, and her pride. And not be known on't after, unto him?
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Sir, be the Ladies braue, wee goe vnto? O, yes. And ſhall I ſee 'hem, and ſpeake to 'hem? What elſe? ha' you your falſe-beard about you? Traines. Yes, And is this one of your double Cloakes? The beſt of 'hem. Be ready then. Sweet Pitfall! COme, I muſt buſſe— Away. I'll ſet thee vp again. Neuer feare that: canſt thou get ne'r a bird? No Thruſhes hungry? Stay, till cold weather come, I'll help thee to an Onſell, or, a Field-fare. Who's within, with Madame? I'll tell you ſtraight. Pleaſe you ſtay here, a while Sir, I'le goe in. I doe ſo long to haue a little venery, While I am in this body! I would taſt Of euery ſinne, a little, if it might be After the maner of man! Sweet-heart! What would you, Sr? Nothing but fall in, to you, be your Black-bird, My pretty pit (as the Gentleman ſaid) your Throſtle: Lye tame, and taken with you; here' is gold! To buy you ſo much new ſtuffes, from the ſhop, As I may take the old vp — You muſt ſend, Sir. The Gentleman the ring. There 'tis. Nay looke, Will you be fooliſh, Pit, This is ſtrange rudeneſſe. Deare Pit. I'll call, I ſweare. Where are you, Sr? Is your ring ready? Goe with me. I ſent it you. Me? When? by whom? A fellow here, e'en now, Came for it i' your name. I ſent none, ſure. My meaning euer was, you ſhould deliuer it, Your ſelfe: So was your Maſters charge, you know. What fellow was it, doe you know him? Here, But now, he had it. Saw you any? Traines? Not I. The Gentleman ſaw him. Enquire. I was ſo earneſt vpon her, I mark'd not! My diuelliſh Chiefe has put mee here in fleſh, To ſhame mee! This dull body I am in, I perceiue nothing with! I offer at nothing, That will ſucceed! Sir, ſhe ſaw none, ſhe ſaies. Satan himſelfe, has tane a ſhape t' abuſe me. It could not be elſe! This is aboue ſtrange! That you ſhould be ſo retchleſſe. What'll you do, Sir? How will you anſwer this, when you are queſtion'd? Run from my fleſh, if I could; put off mankind! This's ſuch a ſcorne! and will be a new exerciſe, For my Arch-Duke! Woe to the ſeuerall cudgells, Muſt ſuffer, on this backe! Can you no ſuccours? Sir? Alas! the vſe of it is ſo preſent. I aske, Sir, credit for another, but till to morrow? There is not ſo much time, Sir. But how euer, The Lady is a noble Lady, and will (To ſaue a Gentleman from check) be intreated To ſay, ſhe ha's receiu'd it. Do you thinke ſo? Will ſhee be won? No doubt, to ſuch an office, It will be a Lady's brauery, and her pride. And not be knowne on't after, vnto him?