Randolph, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 20] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti typicality 0.83 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Sir, what with my instructions, He has the wooing character. Could you now But pull the maiden-blossoms of a rose Sweet as the spring it buds in, fair Evadne; Or gain her promise, and that grant confirmed By some sleight jewel, I shall vow myself Indebted to the service, and live yours. She cannot stand the fury of my siege. At first assault he takes the female fort. And ride, loves conqueror, through the streets of Thebes. I'll tell you, Sir: You would not think how many gentlemen-ushers have, and daily do endanger their little legs, by walking early and late to bring me visits from this Lady, and that Countess. Heaven pardon the sin! ne'er a man in this city has made so many chambermaids lose their voices, as I ha' done. As how, I pray? By rising in the cold night to let me in to their Madam. If you hear a waiting-woman coughing, follow her: she will infallibly direct you to some that has been a mistress of mine. I have read loves tactics to him, and he knows The military discipline of wooing. To rank and file his kisses: How to muster His troops of compliments, and— I do believe you. Go on— return victorious. O poor-heart, What sorrows dost thou teem with! Here she comes. ANd is it possible so divine a goddess Should fall from heaven to wallow here in sin With a baboon as this is?— My Evadne, Why should a sadness dwell upon this cheek To blast the tender roses? spare those tears To pity others, thy unspotted soul Has not a stain in't to be washed away With penitent waters. Do not grieve, thy sorrows Have forced mine eyes too to this womanish weakness. A pretty enemy. I long for an encounter. Who would not be valiant to fight under such colours? My lord, 'tis guilt enough in me to challenge A sea of tears, that you suspect me guilty. I would your just sword would so courteous be As to unrip my heart; there you shall read In characters sad lovers use to write, Nothing but innocence and true faith to you. I have lost all distrust, seal me my pardon In a chaste turtles kiss. The doves that draw The rosy chariot of the Queen of love, Shall not be linked in whiter yokes then we. Come let us kiss, Evadne.— Out temptation! There was too much, and that too wanton heat In thy lascivious lip— Go to the stews, I may perchance be now and then a customer, But do abjure thee from my chaster sheets. THen from the world abjure thyself, Evadne, And in thy quiet death secure the thoughts Of troubled Tyndarus.— My womanish courage Could prompt me on to die, were not that death Doubled in losing him. Th' Elysian fields Can be no paradise while he's not there: The walks are dull without him.
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Sir, what with my instructions, He has the wooing character. Could you now But pull the maiden-blossomes of a rose Sweet as the spring it buds in, fair Evadne; Or gain her promise, and that grant confirm'd By some sleight jewell, I shall vow my self Indebted to the service, and live yours. She cannot stand the fury of my siege. At first assault he takes the female fort. And ride, loves conquerour, through the streets of Thebes. I'le tell you, Sir: You would not think how many gentlemen-ushers have, and daily do endanger their little legs, by walking early and late to bring me visits from this Ladie, and that Countesse. Heaven pardon the sinne! Ne're a man in this city has made so many chambermaids loose their voices, as I ha' done. As how, I pray? By rising in the cold night to let me in to their Madam. If you heare a waiting-woman coughing, follow her: she will infallibly direct you to some that has been a mistresse of mine. I have read loves tactiques to him, and he knows The military discipline of wooing. To rank and file his kisses: How to muster His troops of complements, and— I do beleeve you. Go on—return victorious. O poore-heart, What sorrows dost thou teem with! Here she comes. ANd is it possible so divine a goddesse Should fall from heaven to wallow here in sinne With a Babion as this is? —My Evadne, Why should a sadnesse dwell upon this cheek To blast the tender roses? spare those teares To pitie others, thy unspotted soul Has not a stain in't to be wash't away With penitent waters. Do not grieve, thy sorrows Have forc'd mine eyes too to this womanish weaknesse. A prety enemie. I long for an encounter. Who would not be valiant to fight under such colours? My lord, 'tis guilt enough in me to challenge A sea of teares, that you suspect me guilty. I would your just sword would so courteous be As to unrip my heart; there you shall read In characters sad lovers use to write, Nothing but innocence and true faith to you. I have lost all distrust, seal me my pardon In a chaste turtles kisse. The doves that draw The rosie chariot of the Queen of love, Shall not be link't in whiter yokes then we. Come let us kisse, Evadne. —Out temptation! There was too much, and that too wanton heat In thy lascivious lip—Go to the stews, I may perchance be now and then a customer, But do abjure thee from my chaster sheets. THen from the world abjure thy self, Evadne, And in thy quiet death secure the thoughts Of troubled Tyndarus.—My womanish courage Could prompt me on to die, were not that death Doubled in loosing him. Th' Elysian fields Can be no paradise while he's not there: The walks are dull without him.