Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I would your tongue Was tied as fast; then there was hope I might Escape with life. What are you fellow, speak? You may go look, go meddle with your own. So angry 'pray thee? how came thy hands in mortgage? Shall I redeem them? Redeem your own lands I pray you, Let me alone or else I'll spurn you— yet He knows me not. Sure I have seen that face. O, O, O— Is 't he or not, ha? Anteros. No more. Death not a word. But heaven and earth man! how Comes this to pass? What has begot this change? Wilt thou untie me? I will tell thee all. But pray thee Anteros.— But pray thee Iack Thou wilt undo me quite by thy delays, Wilt thou undo me? 'Tis not a friendly part. Pox o' that jest, as common as a woman, Or her Synonomy; wilt thou untie me? 'Tis done. Thou art my Patron Love-all, So. But stay a while, I must desire your aid A little further. What has he now in hand? Can you become a peaceable man? How now? A Snake, a Snake; he's young again, ha, ha, he. What? Pinks and Roses too? Why so, he plucks Iune out of 's pocket. Can you be quiet yet? And Garters too? That slippery tongue of yours I doubt will spoil all. What? and a band? so, so; The veil of Tempe's not so fresh, the picture, The very picture of the Spring, when th' earth Lays by her freeze-coat, and turns Forester. Thus far it prospers, once more your help sweet Iack, Nay come, and take me that same rope again, And bind me as I was before, directly In the same garb you found me— Do not stand Gazing, but do 't. Thou art not mad I hope? If I be mad, I will not trouble you For counsel, nor for Physic; nay wilt thou come? But hold a little, I must first borrow of you Your Hat, and Sword. Which way this plot will look I know not— there— come let me see your hand's Since you will needs. Why now thou'rt right, thou'rt right, What will you have me do beside? come on, Your legs too if you will. No more, St. hark. The Shepherds door. Trouble us not good Love-all. Only stand close and hear. What should this mean? Fie Ieoffry, are you not ashamed, to touch one by the skin? My daughter denies all this most stiffly but I will Ferret-claw my Lobcock i'faith. So, now I am armed. Go to, go to, come you knave, where are you? Ha, ha, he. Ha? ha? ha? How now by'r Lady? How now? ay, I by'r Lady? what's this? What's this? gaudy? gaudy? Fine clothes? fine clothes? Ha? has nobody stole my eyes? let me be sure of that in the first place. Am I Stipes or not? ha? ha? ha? Is this our Ieoffry or not?
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I would your tongue Was tyed as faſt; then there was hope I might Eſcape with life. What are you fellow, ſpeake? You may goe looke, goe meddle with your owne. So angry 'pray thee? how came thy hands in morgage? Shall I redeeme them? Redeeme your owne land's I pray you, Let me alone or elſe I'le ſpurne yo u— yet Hee knowes mee not. Sure I haue ſeene that face. O, O, O — Is 't hee or not, ha? Anteros. No more. Death not a word. But heauen and earth man! how Comes this to paſſe? What has begot this change? Wilt thou vnty me? I will tell thee all. But pray thee Anteros.— But pray thee Iack Thou wilt vndoe me quite by thy delayes, Wilt thou vndoe me? 'Tis not a friendly part. Pox o' that ieaſt, as common as a woman, Or her Synonomy; wilt thou vnty mee? 'Tis done. Thou art my Patron Loueall, So. But ſtay a while, I muſt deſire your ayde A little further. What has hee now in hand? Can you become a peaceable man? How now? A Snake, a Snake; hee's young againe, ha, ha, he. What? Pinkes and Roſes too? Why ſo, hee pluckes Iune out of 's pocket. Can you be quiet yet? And Garters too? That ſlipper▪ tongue of yours I doubt will ſpoyle all. What? and a band? ſo, ſo; The vayle of Tempe's not ſo freſh, the picture, The very picture of the Spring, when th' earth Layes by her freeze-coate, and turnes Forreſter. Thus far it proſpers, once more your help ſweet Iack, Nay come, and take me that ſame rope againe, And binde me as I was before, directly In the ſame garbe you found me — Doe not ſtand Gazing, but do 't. Thou art not mad I hope? If I be mad, I will not trouble you For counſaile, nor for Phyſick; nay wilt thou come? But hold a little, I muſt firſt borrow of you Your Hat, and Sword. Which way this plot will looke I know not— there— come let me ſee your hand's Since you wil needs. Why now thou'rt right, thou'rt right, What will you haue me doe beſides? come on, Your legges too if you will. No more, St. harke. The Sheepheards doore. Trouble vs not good Loueall. Onely ſtand cloſe and heare. What ſhould this meane? Fie Ieoffry, are yeu not aſham'd, to touch one by the skinne? My daughter denies all this moſt ſtifly but I will Ferret-claw my Lobcock i'faith. So, now I am arm'd. Goe to, goe to, come you knaue, where are you? Ha, ha, he. Ha? ha? ha? How now by'r Lady? How now? I, I by'r Lady? what's this? What's this? gaudy? gaudy? Fine cloathes? fine cloathes? Ha? has no body ſtole my eyes? let me be ſure of that in the firſt place. Am I Stipes or not? ha? ha? ha? Is this our Ieoffry or not?