Brome, Richard · published 1632 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jul 29] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Had you spared this Protestation, Sir, you might have dissembled your love to me the better. Dissemble? 'tis said sir. By this hand my lady's jealous already. Bless us! what looks are these! Sir I must take my leave, this is no time to trouble you. Nay good sir stay, and share in our ill Banquet. Hark, some friend I hope. Look sirrah.— Some of your old companions have brought you a fit of Mirth. But if they enter to make a Tavern of my house, i'll add a voice to their consort shall drown all their fiddling. What are they? Some that come in gentile fashion to present a Mask. Lock up the doors, and keep them out. Break them open and let them in— Shall I not be Master of my own house? Am not I the Master of it and you— Nay sister. Passion of my heart. Bu●●. madam, Madame. you must allow of reasonable things. Be contented, sir Philip in a noble Gentleman, and a Courtier, and as I apprehend. I dare warrant you sister these are of his friends, that come with their Loves to congratulate his fortune. Speak Master Nonsense. A speech of your would do't. Never credit me, but I for sooth am of that opinion, that it is as it were. I protest and vow— I should be as sorry as any Man.— It this were to be put into latin now. Which were the principal Verb. M. Nonsense, you have prevailed. You see I am content. But what I purpose, Fate shall not prevent. Did I not tell you. More lights, and let them enter. Gentlemen take your places. Sir Paul tonight forget your sorrow. So will I mine, though I renew ● tomorrow. Come sit sit. Mistress please you. You wrong your honour sir, your most humble Handmaid. Brother I told you always she had hasty humours, and as unreasonable as heart can wish: but soon over. Now she's as mild as any Dove again. Then we are friends; and she's my Dove again. Nor Love, ●or Fate dare ● accuse, For that my Love did mere fuse; But oh mine own unworthiness, That durst presume so mickle bliss. It was too much for me to love A Man, so like the Gods above; An angel's shape, a Saintlike voice, Are to Divine for Humane choice. Oh had I wishly given my heart, For to have loved him but in part; Sought only to enjoy his face; Or any one peculiar Grace Of Foot, of Hand, of Lip, or ay, I might have lived where now I die. But I presuming all to choose Am now condemned all to lose. 'tis well performed. Now we would gladly know. To whom we owe our thanks. That I'll deliver to you. meanwhile the rest desire they may withdraw a while. Light and all fair respect be given unto them.— The Woman's voice had much in't like my Niece. ●our niece sir Paul, ods me I must go see her.
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Had you spard this Protestation, Sir, you might haue dissembl'd your loue to me the better. Dissemble? Tis said sir. By this hand my Ladie's iealous already. Blesse vs! what lookes are these! Sir I must take my leaue, this is no time to trouble you. Nay good sir stay, and share in our ill Banquet. Harke, some friend I hope. Looke firah.— Some of your old companions haue broght you a sit of Mirth. But if they enter to make a Tauerne of my house, ile add a voice to their consort shall drowne all their fidling. What are they? Some that come in gentile fashion to presee a Maske. Locke vp the dores, and keepe them out. Breake them open and let them in— Shall I not bee Master of my owne house? Am not I the Master of i and you— Nay sister. Passion of my heart. Bu. Madame, Madame. you must allow of reasonable things. Be contented, sir Phillip in a noble Gentleman, and a Courtier, and as I apprehend. I dare warrant you sister these are of his friends, that come with their Loues to congratulate his fortune. Speake Master Nonsense. A speech of your would do't. Neuer credit me, but I for sooth am of that opinion, that it is as it were. I protest and vow—I should be as sorry as any Man.— It this were to bee put into latine now. Which were the principall Verbe. M. Nonsense, you haue preuaid. You see Iam content. But what I purpose, Fate shall not preuent. Did I not tell you. More lights, and let them enter. Gentlemen take your places. Sir Paul to night forget your sorrow. So will I mine, though I renue tomorrow. Come sit sit. Mstris please you. You wrong your honour sir, your most humble Hand-maid. Brother I told you alwayes shee had hasty humors, and as vnreasonable as heart can wish: but soone over. Now shee's as mild as any Doue againe. Then wee are friends; and shee's my Doue againe. Nor Loue, or Fate dare accuse, For that my Loue did mere use; But oh mine owne unworthinesse, That durst presume so mickle blisse. It was too much for me to lou A Man, so like the Gods aboue; An Angels shape, a Saint-like voie, Are to Diuine for Humane choice. Oh had I wishly gi'n my heart, For to haue lou'd him but in part; Sought onely to enioy his face; Or any one peculiar Grace Of Foot, of Hand, of Lip, or Ey, I might haue liu'd where now I dye. But I presuming all to choose Am now cdomned all to loose. Tis well perform'd. Now we would gladly know. To whom we owe our thankes. That Ile deliuer to you. Meane while the rest desire they may withdraw a while. Light and all faire respect be giuen vnto them.— The Womans voyce had much in't like my Neece. our Nece sir Paul, ods me I must goe see her.