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 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Mother, Mother, Mother, what shall I do? What news with you, you fairy brat? you changeling? Daughter to Madam Pusse the kitchen maid, Take that and get you in, or I'll— umh 'em, umh. Will you not stir? Carry that chair in with you Milderkin. What would you have me do? Y'ave heard my sickness, 'Tis the physician must prescribe the medicine And not the patient. Will it suffice If ere the Sun does set you do embrace One of your Lovers? By all my vows it will; Nor am I much solicitous in the choice, So I have one. But I must have your help, You must not merely be a patient In this same plot; can you dissemble think you? I am a woman, and may learn in time. Well then 'tis thus: you see your pampered Lovers (Like two fat Oxen in a Stall) stand blowing Upon their meat, are nice forsooth, and squeamish, Will not fall to, because they're cloyed with dainties, The only way for to procure them stomachs, Is to withdraw their fodder; take your love Before their eyes, and give it to another, Or seem to do at least, 'twill fetch them back; And make them lick their lips at you, scratch for you: I know not by what Fate, but true it is, we never prize aught right till the departure, And then our longs multiplied. Can you fain A love unto some other Gentleman? And seem quite to neglect them and their service? I fear I cannot, 'tis too hard a Province: But what will this advantage me I pray you? So much, as nothing you can do, will more. A lover's like a Hunter, if the game Be got with too much ease he cares not for't; She that is wise in this our wayward age Will keep her lover's sharp, make them to seize Upon a firebrand for meat.— What say you? Why I will try I say. Try? Oh that I Had but that beauty in my managing, in faith I would not part with a good look Under a brace of Tens. Indeed Placenta As you are now, you'd need to sell them dear, It is a rare commodity, your Shop Affords not many of them. For a kiss I'd have a Lordship; a whole Patrimony For a night's lodging; Come, you Maidens now Are grown too kind, too easy in your favours, A few smooth, oily, verses now adays Bought of some Poet, and so justly called The Gallants own that sends them, where your tresses Are termed Sunbeams, and your ruby lips Congealed Nectar, have more power to win you, Then in my days two velvet Petticoats, Or an hundred acres turned into taffeties. Speak, can you do it? Sure I think I can, If need require. It is enough, but see, What Stripling's this comes here? Ha? 'tis most happily This is Endymion Lucius his Page.
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Mother, Mother, Mother, what ſhall I doe? What newes with you, you fayrie brat? you changeling? Daughter to Madam Puſſe the kitchin mayd, Take that and get you in, or Ile— Vm vm, vm. Will you not ſtirre? Carry that chaire in with you Milderkin. What would you haue me do? Y'aue heard my ſickneſſe, 'Tis the phyſician muſt preſcribe the medicine And not the patient. Will it ſuffice If ere the Sunne does ſet you doe embrace One of your Lovers? By all my vowes it will; Nor am I much ſolicitous in the choyce, So I haue one. But I muſt haue your helpe, You muſt not meerely be a patient In this ſame plot; can you diſſemble thinke you? I am a woman, and may learne in time. Well then 'tis thus: you ſee your pampered Louers (Like two fat Oxen in a Stall) ſtand blowing Vpon their meat, are nice forſooth, and ſqueamiſh, Will not fall to, becauſe they're cloyd with dainties, The onely way for to procure them ſtomacks, Is to withdraw their fodder; take your loue Before their eyes, and giue it to another, Or ſeeme to doe at leaſt, 'twill fetch them back; And make them lick their lips at you, ſcratch for you: I know not by what Fate, but true it is, Wee neuer prize ought right till the departure, And then our longing's multiplied. Can you fayne A loue vnto ſome other Gentleman? And ſeeme quite to neglect them and their ſeruice? I feare I cannot, 'tis too hard a Prouince: But what will this aduantage me I pray you? So much, as nothing you can doe, will more. A Louer's like a Hunter, if the game Be got with too much eaſe hee cares not for't; Shee that is wiſe in this our wayward age VVill keepe her Louers ſharpe, make them to ceize Vpon a firebrand for meat.— What ſay you? Why I will try I ſay. Try? Oh that I Had but that beauty in my managing, In-faith I would not part with a good looke Vnder a brace of Tens. Indeede Placenta As you are now, you'd neede to ſell them deare, It is a rare commodity, your Shop Affords not many of them. For a kiſſe I'de haue a Lordſhip; a whole Patrimony For a nights lodging; Come, you Maydens now Are grown too kinde, too eaſie in your fauours, A few ſmooth, oyly, verſes now adayes Bought of ſome Poet, and ſo iuſtly call'd The Gallants owne that ſends them, where your treſſes Are termed Sunbeames, and your rubie lips Congealed Nectar, haue more power to winne you, Then in my dayes two veluet Petticoates, Or an hundred acres turn'd into Taffaties. Speake, can you doe it? Sure I thinke I can, If need require. It is enough, but ſee, What Striping's this comes here? Ha? 'tis moſt happily This is Endymion Lucius his Page.