Brome, Richard · published 1632 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jul 29] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
You shall hear me sing first by your leave. Poor heart. Here's wise work! direct lunacy and Idiotism. Bless my house from the Ward Masters Informers, Pray sir, are you sir Philip? Say you are. Yes Lady, I am sir Philip. But you are none of my Sparrow. Your mouth's not wide enough for your words. She has stopped his mouth there. His words would soften Adamantine ears. And looks would melt a Marble heart to tears. O Wea is me! Nay you must not weep Sweet-heart. What 〈◊〉 I do them? Shall I ever get him by singing trou ye? Introth I would never but sing, if I thought that were the gainest way. I had rather hear you sing though, then see you weep. It must be of my Love than, my Sparrow as I told you. And thus it goes. A bonny bonny Bird I had A bird that was my Marrow: A bird whose pastime made me glad, And Philip 'twas my Sparrow. A pretty playfere: Chirp it would, And hop, and fly to fist, Keepe cut, as ● were a Usurer's Gold, And bill me when I list. Philip, Philip, Philip it cries But he is fled and my loy dies. But were my Philip com'd a gain, I would not change my Love For Iuno's bird with gaudy train, Nor yet for Venus' Dove. Nay, would my Philip come again, I would not change my state, For his great Name sakes wealth of Spain, To be another's Mate. Philip Philip, &c. No no, you cannot be the Man. I know him right we'll by you sir, as wily as you be. Gin you had all his trim gear upon you, and all his sweets about you, yet I should not be so fond to mistake a Ienny How let for a Tassel Gentle. Ah, ah, ha. Why Lone, what fault do you find in this Gentleman? Faith, but e'en eane. That her is not Sir Philip. For thus would he do. Thus would he kiss his hand; and thus ta' me by mine. Thus would he look, and set his eye on mine: And give me leave to see myself in's eyes. 'twas the best Glass introth that ere I saw. I ne'er look we'll fine. Nor ere shall i'm sure, until I see me there again. But he is geaue, alas he's geane, and all too late I sorrow. For I shall never be well again, till yesterday be to marrow. God you good Even sir.— follow her sir. And put her to't sir, and out of this humor. I'll add the other five hundred to her portion, and you bring her about handsomely. O when I was a Bachelor! I think I can do somewhat yet in my old days. But when I was a Bachelor, how I could have handled this gear. Never credit me sir, if you will believe me but—
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You shall heare me sing first by your leaue. Poore heart. Here's wise worke! direct nacy and Ideotismc. Blesse my house from the Ward Masters Informers, Pray sir, are you sir Phillip? Say you are. Yes Lady, I am sir Phillip. But you are none of my Sparrow. Your mouth's not wide enough for your words. Shee has stop'd his mouth there. His words would soften Adamantine eares. And lookes would melt a Marble heat to teares. O Wea is me! Nay you must not weepe Swet-heart. What I doe them? Shall I euer get him by singing trou yee? Introth I would neuer but sing, if I thought that were the gainest way. I had rather heare you sing though, then see you weep. It must bee of my Loue than, my Sparrow as I told you. And thus it goes. A bonny bonny Bird I had A bird that was my Marroe: A bird whose pastime made me glad, And Phillip twas my Sparrow. A pretty play-fere: Chp it would, And hop, and fly to fist, Keep ut, as were a Vsurrs Gold, And bill me when I list. Phillip, Phillip, Phillip it cryes But hee is fled and my loy dyes. But were my Phillip comd a gaine, I would not change my Loue For Iuno's bird with gawdy traine, Nor yet for Venus Doue. Nay, would my Phillip come againe, I would not change my state, For his great Name sakes wealth of Spaine, To be anothers Mate. Phillip Phillip, &c. No no, you cannot be the Man. I know him right weel by you sir, as wly as you be. Gin you had all his trim geere vpon you, and all his sweets about you, yet I should not bee so fond to mistake a Ienny How let for a Tasse Gentle. Ah, ah, ha. Why Lone, what faul doe you find in this Gentleman? Feath, but eene eane. That her is not ir Phillip. For thus would hee doe. Thus would hee kisse his hand; and thus ta' me by mine. Thus would hee looke, and set his eye on mine: And giue mee lea to see my selfe in's eye. Twas the best Glasse introth that ere I saw. I nere looke weell fine. Nor ere shall ime sure, vntill I see me there againe. But hee is geaue, alas hee's geane, and all too late I sorow. For I shall neuer bee well againe, till yesterday be to marow. God you good Euen sir.— ollow her sir. And put her to't sir, and out of this humo. Ile add the tother fiue hundred to her portion, and you bring her about handsomely. O when I was a Batchelor! I thinke I can doe somewhat yet in my old dayes. But when I was a Batchelor, how I could haue handled this geere. Neuer credit me sir, if you will beleeue me but—