Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
What means the Gentleman? I'll tell you. The Gentleman does mean for to consult With the entrails of your breeches, boy; the Gentleman Does mean to whip you boy, unless you straight Avoid the place with that seducing Fiddle. And you his Squire his Pandar that procures This bandy Cockatrice Music for him. fly. How fares it with our Lucius? As with one That is of all men the most miserable. Ah my Pandora, when I record thy name, (Thy name that's bounded with that sacred number As showing all Perfection bides in thee) methinks the numerous Orbs dwell in mine ear, After which sound all others seem unpleasing, Harsh, void of Harmony— Pandora— How sweet a life had the Chameleon Might he but ever feed upon such airs! Am I not yet transformed? methinks I feel myself becoming Wolf— I am half Bear already. Live happy still, and when thine aged head Loaden with years Shall be enveloped Within this earth, may a perpetual spring Be on thy Grave. Shall I put forth my Paw, And so command him silence? But when I Forget to love thee or thy memory, May my white name be stained with the blot Of baseness, and I die without one tear To wash it out. Forget to love her?— oh Not for a world. And ere't be long we shall Have some decayed piece of Arras, that Is brought to his last suit, and has no more Lands for to sell or mortgage for new plush Will beg you for your fair revenues Sir Death Sir I cannot flatter, Let me not live a minute if I can. You look not like yourself in that same passion; It is not manlike; e'er I'd lose a sigh, Or set my soul one scruple of a note The lower for these scarecrows in clean linen These chippings of nature: I'd damn myself To a thatched Alehouse, and St. Kitts Tobacco, And dabble there eternally: Ah Anteros, thou art too rough a Surgeon To handle my wounds. Pandora, ah Pandora. Does not this sound deliciously from a man? Do not blaspheme good Anteros; she is The model of the world. Why so am I, And you, and every man beside, we all Are little worlds. But my Pandora is The abstract of them all; when she was borne, The whole house of heaven did meet, and there decreed Only in her mortality should reach Perfection. And for heaven's cause why in her? Are we not all made of the self same clay? And of the same ingredients? by the same workman? 'Tis madness Lucius this, it is not love. Sir I must leave you. Nay but stay a while, I have not finished yet. Besides all this, If you do love her so, what hinders then But you might marry her, since (as I hear) The Girl is not composed of adamant Or flint, but of a supple and kind nature, And loves you too?
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What meanes the Gentleman? Ile tell you. The Gentleman does meane for to conſult With the entrals of your breeches, boy; the Gentleman Does meane to whip you boy, vnleſſe you ſtraight Auoyd the place with that ſeducing Fiddle. And you his Squire his Pandar that procures This bandy Cockatrice Muſick for him. fly. How fares it with our Lucius? As with one That is of all men the moſt miſerable. Ah my Pandora, when I record thy name, (Thy name that's bounded with that ſacred number As ſhewing all Perfection bides in thee) Mee thinkes the numerous Orbes dwell in mine eare, After which ſound all others ſeeme vnpleaſing, Harſh, voyd of Harmony—Pandora—oh How ſweete a life had the Camelion Might hee but euer feede vpon ſuch aires! Am I not yet transform'd? me thinkes I feele My ſelfe becoming Wolfe— I am halfe Beare already. Liue happy ſtill, and when thine aged head Loaden with yeares Shall bee inueloped Within this earth, may a perpetuall ſpring Be on thy Graue. Shall I put forth my Paw, And ſo command him ſilence? But when I Forget to loue thee or thy memorie, May my white name be ſtained with the blot Of baſeneſſe, and I dye without one teare To waſh it out. Forget to loue her? — oh Not for a world. And er't be long we ſhall Haue ſome decayed piece of Arras, that Is brought to his laſt ſute, and has no more Lands for to ſell or morgage for new pluſh Will begge you for your faire reuenues Sir —Death Sir I cannot flatter, Let me not liue a minute if I can. You looke not like your ſelfe in that ſame paſſion; It is not man-like; ere I'de looſe a ſigh, Or ſet my ſoule one ſcruple of a note The lower for theſe ſcarcrowes in cleane linnen Theſe chippings of nature: I'de dam my ſelfe To a thatcht Alchouſe, and St. Kitts Tobacco, And dabble there eternally: Ah Anteros, thou art too rough a Surgeon To handle my wounds. Pandora, ah Pandora. Does not this ſound deliciouſly from a man? Doe not blaſpheame good Anteros; ſhee is The modell of the world. Why ſo am I, And you, and euery man beſides, wee all Are little worlds. But my Pandora is The abſtract of them all; when ſhe was borne, The whole houſe of heauen did meete, and there decreede Onely in her mortality ſhould reach Perfection. And for heauens cauſe why in her? Are wee not all made of the ſelfe ſame clay? And of the ſame ingredients? by the ſame workeman? 'Tis madneſſe Lucius this, it is not loue. Sir I muſt leaue you. Nay but ſtay a while, I haue not finiſht yet. Beſides all this, If you doe loue her ſo, what hinders then But you might marry her, ſince (as I heare) The Girle is not compos'd of adamant Or flint, but of a ſupple and kinde nature, And loues you too?