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 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Then take it in a word. Supposing it the only way to win One of you to her, I counselled her to feign A love unto some other Gentleman. Whilst we were busy in these Consultations, As fortune would, your Page Endymion Came hither (Lucius) to seek his Master. We lay the train for him, she courts the Boy, And he (poor Lad) thinking her serious Was caught immediately. But is this true? Would I could call it false— But otherwise than was expected hath it prospered. Placenta, ah Placenta. Who's that calls me? Shall I disclose myself? I am ashamed. If it be so, Pandora, we crave pardon. And do restore him life; but now If thou dost aim to reach a life so happy So full of all content, that thou may'st fit Within thy Sphere (like Venus) and look down On all thy Sex, and pity them; love this man. Love this man. For as for myself I am Already furnished with a Mistress, see My wife here— Sweetest wife. Is this your wife? I judge her happy who so e'er she is, Believe him not, this is Boy, a villain (Whom I, but that—) Lucius forbear. Dressed up In woman's Clothes by that same dotard Lively. Sweetest Neander leave. It is a woman. By all the gods, it is a boy, 'tis false. But for to rob you of all hope of me Give me but care, I am an Eunuch, if You can endure to have a frozen statue, Sleep by your side, whilst you awake, recount The tedious minutes of your widowed nights And sigh, and think, and think, and sigh again, Behold an husband for you, I am he. O me! an Eunuch? Hold the Gentlewoman Ay me! she swoons, sweetest Pandora, ah. What is the matter? Ah good Lucius help, she's gone— alas good heart. What shall I do? But see she breathes again. Ah honey sweet Pandora speak. Ah! Hands off thou outside of a man; and thou Uxorious creature, I do crave no aid From you, forbear. How does my sweetest honey? I am not well Placenta, let us go Into your house a while. Please you fair Lady To use my service? How? Your service sir? You can do nothing, nor do I expect it. But if your love towards me be worthy, lend me Your Page, but for an hour. He is yours. Then sir adieu. Shall I be vanquished thus In friendship? But I will once more to Lively. And see what further counsel he will give me, Fair wife let's go— Rise up you villain boy; Lucius' farewell. What is he gone? so soon? To's Engineer I know, to his contriver; But I will follow them so fast, that not A syllable shall pass without my Knowledge. How now you Rascal? where are your eyes I wonder?
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Then take it in a word. Suppoſing it the onely way to winne One of you to her, I counſail'd her to faine A loue vnto ſome other Gentleman. Whilſt we were buſie in theſe Conſultations, As fortune would, your Page Endymion Came hither (Lucius) to ſeeke his Maſter. We lay the trayne for him, ſhee courts the Boy, And he (poore Lad) thinking her ſerious Was caught immediatly. But is this true? Would I could call it falſe—But otherwiſe Then was expected hath it proſpered. Placenta, ah Placenta. Who's that calls me? Shall I diſcloſe my ſelfe? I am aſham'd. If it be ſo, Pandora, we craue pardon. And doe reſtore him life; but now If thou do'ſt ayme to reach a life ſo happy So full of all content, that thou may'ſt fit Within thy Sphere (like Venus) and looke downe On all thy Sex, and pitty them; loue this man. Loue this man. For as for my ſelfe I am Already furniſh'd with a Miſtris, ſee My wife here— Sweeteſt wife. Is this your wife? I judge her happy who ſo e're ſhee is, Beleeue him not, this is Boy, a villaine (Whom I, but that—) Lucius forbeare. Dreſt vp In womans Cloathes by that ſame dotard Liuely. Sweeteſt Neander leaue. It is a woman. By all the gods, it is a boy, 'tis falſe. But for to rob you of all hope of mee Giue me but care, I am an Eunuch, if You can endure to haue a frozen ſtatue, Sleepe by your ſide, whilſt you awake, recount The tedious minutes of your widdowed nights And ſigh, and thinke, and thinke, and ſigh againe, Behold an husband for you, I am he. O me! an Eunuch? Hold the Gentlewoman Ay me! ſhee ſwonnes, ſweeteſt Pandora, ah. What is the matter? Ah good Lucius helpe, Shee's gone — alas good heart. What ſhall I doe? But ſee ſhee breathes againe. Ah hony ſweet Pandora ſpeake. Ah! Hands off thou out-ſide of a man; and thou Ʋxorious creature, I doe craue no ayde From you, forbeare. How doe's my ſweeteſt hony? I am not well Placenta, let vs goe Into your houſe a while. Pleaſe you faire Lady To vſe my ſeruice? How? Your ſeruice ſir? You can doe nothing, nor doe I expect it. But if your loue towards me be worthy, lend mee Your Page, but for an houre. Hee is yours. Then ſir adiew. Shall I be vanquiſh'd thus In friendſhip? But I will once more to Liuely. And ſee what further counſell hee will giue mee, Faire wife let's goe—Riſe vp you villaine boy; Lucius farewell. What is he gone? ſo ſoone? To's Engineer I know, to his contriuer; But I will follow them ſo faſt, that not A ſyllable ſhall paſſe without my Knowledge. How now you Raſcall? where are your eyes I wonder?