Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.77 · 461 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
But stay Anteros. I have discovered (unless mine eyes deceive me) A stranger thing than is all this you told me, What's that i' your hat? 'tis not a Valentine I hope? But I have got a counter hope Against that hope of yours; I hope it is. But art thou turned a Lover? hast thou got A Mistress? thou a Mistress? let me see That I may worship that great name, that has Begot this miracle in thee. Away, Keep back those common eyes, they be profane. By all the lips of honour I must see't. Come you have learned such perfumed oaths at Court, By all their feathermen and Tire-women, Boxes of sucus, cabinets for ceruse— Nay look you now— not for a million. For a far lesser sum sweet Sir nay come I must and will. Death! what a mad man's this? Why if you must and will, then see. What's here? Rex et regina magnae Britanniae? what's this? what's this? What are the King and Queen thy Valentines? ha, ha, he. Yes marry are they; why do you laugh so Love-all? Who can refrain? ha, ha, he. For whom should I admire, Love, or adore more? I tell thee Iack, I care not For such poor weak Idolaters that lie prostrate To every little Star that can but twinkle; Those petty votaries of Egypt, which Worship this Onion and the Leek— for me I will not bend a knee unless it be Unto the Sun or Moon. Thou art mad, stark mad, A citizen of Bedlam. I am mad, Yes, Yes, I am. You then that are so wise Enjoy your wisdomness alone— farewell. Come back i'th' name of goodness— Anteros— My company may infect you Sir, I am mad. What is my little boy grown sullen now, And will not eat its dinner? Well, what then? This day my Anteros I will dedicate To thee and laughter, tomorrow I will study Some deep revenge for my abused sister Upon that villain; but no more, thy hand. Shall we be merry and laugh each man his rubber? I'm for you for a single game or so. Well, shall I make a motion then? stay you But here a little. Call you this a motion? One word before you travail, whether now? I will return immediately. So you shall. Speak ere you go. Well, if I must I will. Last night it was my chance to overtake Upon the way a brace of fine tame fools, Which I have brought along with me, these now Will I go fetch unto thee. Peradventure. Surely the man has Quicksilver in's heels. I pray thee tell me, what are they for creatures? we shall lose time. Rather shall gain it Sir.
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But ſtay Anteros. I haue diſcouer'd (vnleſſe mine eyes deceiue me) A ſtranger thing then is all this you told mee, What's that i' your hatt? tis not a Valentine I hope? But I haue got a counter hope Againſt that hope of yours; I hope it is. But art thou turn'd a Louer? haſt thou got A Miſtris? thou a Miſtris? let me ſee That I may worſhip that great name, that has Begot this miracle in thee. Away, Keepe backe thoſe common eyes, they be prophane. By all the lips of honour I muſt ſee't. Come you haue learn'd ſuch perfum'd oathes at Court, By all their Feather-men and Tire-women, Boxes of ſucus, cabinets for ceruſſe — Nay looke you now— not for a million. For a farre leſſer ſumme ſweete Sir nay come I muſt and will. Death! what a mad man's this? Why if you muſt and will, then ſee. What's here? Rex et regina magnae Britanniae? what's this? what's this? What are the King and Queene thy Valentines? ha, ha, he. Yes marry are they; why doe you laugh ſo Loueall? Who can refraine? ha, ha, he. For whom ſhould I admire, Loue, or adore more? I tell thee Iack, I care not For ſuch poore weake Idolaters that lye proſtrate To euery little Starre that can but twinkle; Thoſe petty votaries of Egypt, which Worſhip this Onion and the Leeke— for mee I will not bend a knee vnleſſe it be Vnto the Sun or Moone. Thou art mad, ſtarke mad, A citizen of Bedlam. I am mad, Yes, Yes, I am. You then that are ſo wiſe Enioy your wiſedomeneſſe alone—farewell. Come back ith' name of goodneſſe —Anteros— My company may infect you Sir, I am mad. What is my little boy growne ſullen now, And will not eate its dinner? Well, what then? This day my Anteros I will dedicate To thee and laughter, to morrow I will ſtudy Some deepe reuenge for my abuſed ſiſter Vpon that villaine; but no more, thy hand. Shall wee be merry and laugh each man his rubber? I'me for you for a ſingle game or ſo. VVell, ſhall I make a motion then? ſtay you But here a little. Call you this a motion? One word before you trauaile, whether now? I will returne immediatly. So you ſhall. Speake ere you goe. VVell, if I muſt I wil. Laſt night it was my chance to ouertake Vpon the way a brace of fine tame fooles, Which I haue brought along with me, theſe now Will I goe fetch vnto thee. Peraduenture. Surely the man has Quickſiluer in's heeles. I pray thee tell me, what are they for creatures? Wee ſhall looſe time. Rather ſhall gaine it Sir.