Randolph, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 20] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Such a qualm O'th' sudden. Fie, turned coward? Resolution Is the best sword in war. Then I will on, And boldly.— Yet— What? will you lose the day ere you begin the battle? Truly, Tutor, I have an ague takes me every day, And now the cold fit's on me. Go home and blush, Thou son of fear. Nay, then I'll venture on Were she ten thousand strong. Hail heavenly Queen Of beauty, most illustrious Cupids daughter Was not so fair. His mother. 'Tis no matter. The silly damsel understands no Poetry. Deign me thy lip as blue as azure bright. As red as ruby bright. What's that to th' purpose? Is not azure blue, as good as ruby red? It is not charitable mirth to mock A wretched lady's griefs. The gods are just, And may requite you with a scorn as great, As that you throw on me. Not kiss a Gentleman? And my father worth thousands?— Resolution Spur me to brave achievements. Such a rudeness Some Ladies by the valour of their servants Could have redeemed.— Ungentle god of love, Write not me down among the happier names, I only live a martyr in thy flames. This is such a masculine feminine gender! She is an Amazon both stout and tall. Yet I got this by struggling. If I fit you not, Proud squeamish coyness! Tutor, such an itch Of kissing runs all o'er me. I'll to Phryne, And fool away an hour or two in dalliance. Go, I must stay to wait on fair Techmessa, Who is as jealous of young Pamphilus, As Tyndarus of Evadne. Surely, Tutor, I must provide me a suit of jealousy: It will be all the fashion. Bless me! what uncouth fancies toss my brain? As in yon arbour sleep had closed mine eyes, methought within a flowery plain were met A troup of Ladies, and myself was one. Amongst them rose a challenge, whose soft foot Should gentliest press the grass and quickest run. The prize for which they strove, the heart of Pamphilus. The victory was doubtful. All performed Their course with equal speed, and Pamphilus Was chosen judge to end the controversy. methought he shared his heart, and dealt a piece To every Lady of the troup, but me: It was unkindly done. I have descried What, Ballio? A frost in his affections To you,— but heat above the rage of dog-days To any other petticoat in Thebes. I do not think but were the pox a woman, He would not stick to court it. O my soul! Thou hast descried too much.— How sweet it is To live in ignorance? I did sound him home. And with such words profaned your reputation, Would whet a coward's sword. One that ne'er saw you Rebuked my slanderous tongue. I feel the crabtree still, While he sat still unmoved. It cannot be.
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Such a qualm O'th' sudden. Fie, turn'd coward? Resolution Is the best sword in warre. Then I will on, And boldly.— Yet— What? will you lose the day E're you begin the battell? Truely, Tutour, I have an ague takes me every day, And now the cold fit's on me. Go home and blush, Thou sonne of fear. Nay, then I'le venture on Were she ten thousand strong. Hail heavenly Queen Of beauty, most illustrious Cupids daughter Was not so fair. His mother. 'Tis no matter. The silly damsell understands no Poetrie. Daigne me thy lippe as blue as azure bright. As red as ruby bright. What's that to th' purpose? Is not azure blue, as good as ruby red? It is not charitable mirth to mock A wretched Ladies griefs. The gods are just, And may requite you with a scorn as great, As that you throw on me. Not kisse a Gentleman? And my father worth thousands? —Resolution Spurre me to brave atchievements. Such a rudenesse Some Ladies by the valour of their servants Could have redeem'd.—Ungentle god of love, Write not me down among the happier names, I onely live a martyr in thy flames. This is such a masculine feminine gender! She is an Amazon both stout and tall. Yet I got this by strugling. If I fit you not, Proud squeamish coynesse! Tutour, such an itch Of kissing runnes all o're me. I'le to Phryne, And fool away an houre or two in dalliance. Go, I must stay to wait on fair Techmessa, Who is as jealous of young Pamphilus, As Tyndarus of Evadne. Surely, Tutour, I must provide me a suit of jealousie: It will be all the fashion. BLesse me! what uncouth fancies tosse my brain? As in yon' arbour sleep had cloz'd mine eies, Me thought within a flowrie plain were met A troup of Ladies, and my self was one. Amongst them rose a challenge, whose soft foot Should gentliest presse the grasse and quickest run. The prize for which they strove, the heart of Pamphilus. The victory was doubtfull. All perform'd Their course with equall speed, and Pamphilus Was chosen judge to end the controversie. Me thought he shar'd his heart, and dealt a piece To every Lady of the troup, but me: It was unkindly done. I have descried What, Ballio? A frost in his affections To you,—but heat above the rage of Dog-dayes To any other peticoat in Thebes. I do not think but were the pox a woman, He would not stick to court it. O my soul! Thou hast descried too much. —How sweet it is To live in ignorance? I did sound him home. And with such words profan'd your reputation, Would whet a cowards sword. One that ne're saw you Rebuk'd my slanderous tongue. I feel the crab-tree still, While he sat still unmov'd. It cannot be.