Randolph, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 20] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
O do not hold me longer in suspense: The prisoner at the bar may with less fear Hear the sad sentence of his death pronounced, Then stand the doubtful trial. Pray confirm me. Know you this Jewel? O my sad heartstrings crack! If your Evadne be a Phoenix, Tyndarus, Some ten months hence you may have more o'th' breed. This did I give her, and she vowed to keep it By all the oaths religion knew. No Deity In all the court of heaven but highly suffers In this one perjury. The diamond Keeps his chaste lustre still, when she has foiled A glory of more worth than all those toys Proud folly gave such price to. This? a pretty toy; But of no value to my other trophies That the frail tribe has sent me. Your best jewels Are to be found, Sir, in the weaker vessels, And that's a mystery. I have sweat out such Variety of trifles, their several kinds Would pose a learned lapidary: my closet, By some that knew me not for Cupid's favourite, Has been mistaken for a jeweller's shop. And then for ribbons, points, for knots and shoestrings, Or to slip higher, garters, no Exchange Affords such choice of wares. Phoebus whip Thy lazy team, run headlong to the West, I long to taste the banquet of the night. Sir, if you please, when I am surfeited To take a pretty breakfast of my leavings,— Where art thou patience? Hence contagious mists That would infect the air of her pure fame: My sword shall purge you forth, base dross of men, From her refined metal. Bless me, Tutor, This is not the precise minute. Why should I Afflict myself for her? No, let her vanish. Shall I retain my love, when she has lost The treasure of her virtue? Stay, perchance Her innocence may be wronged. Said I, perchance? That doubt will call a curse upon my head To plague my unbelief.— But here's a witness Of too too certain truth stands up against her. methinks the flame that burned so bright dies in me. I am no more a captive, I have shaked My fetters off, and broke those gyves of steel That bound me to my thraldom.— My fair prison Adieu.— How sweetly breathes this open air? My feet grown wanton with their liberty, Could dance and caper till I knocked at heaven With my advanced head. Come dear Asotus, There are no pleasures but they shall be ours. We will dispeople all the elements To please our palates. Midnight shall behold Our nightly cups, and wear a blacker mask, As envious of our jollities. The whole sex Of women shall be ours. Merchant's shall proffer Their tender brides. Mother's shall run and fetch Their daughters (ere they yet be ripe) to satisfy Our liquorish lusts. Then Tityrus happy call, That losing one fair maid has purchased all.
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O do not hold me longer in suspence: The prisoner at the barre may with lesse fear Heare the sad sentence of his death pronounc'd, Then stand the doubfull triall. Pray confirm me. Know you this Jewel? O my sad heart-strings crack! If your Evadne be a Phoenix, Tyndarus, Some ten moneths hence you may have more o'th' breed. This did I give her, and she vow'd to keep it By all the oaths religion knew. No Deity In all the court of heaven but highly suffers In this one perjurie. The diamond Keeps his chaste lustre still, when she has foiled A glorie of more worth then all those toyes Proud folly gave such price to. This? a prety toy; But of no value to my other trophies That the frail tribe has sent me. Your best jewels Are to be found, Sir, in the weaker vessels, And that's a mysterie. I have sweat out such Variety of trifles, their severall kindes Would pose a learned lapidary: my closet, By some that knew me not for Cupids favourite, Has been mistaken for a Jewellers shop. And then for ribbands, points, for knots and shoe-strings, Or to slip higher, garters, no Exchange Affords such choice of wares. Phoebus whip Thy lazy team, run headlong to the West, I long to taste the banquet of the night. Sir, if you please, when I am surfetted To take a prety breakfast of my leavings,— Where art thou patience? Hence contagious mists That would infect the aire of her pure fame: My sword shall purge you forth, base drosse of men, From her refined metall. Blesse me, Tutour, This is not the precise minute. Why should I Afflict my self for her? No, let her vanish. Shall I retain my love, when she has lost The treasure of her vertue? Stay, perchance Her innocence may be wronged. Said I, perchance? That doubt will call a curse upon my head To plague my unbelief.—But here's a witnesse Of too too certain truth stands up against her. Me thinks the flame that burnt so bright dies in me. I am no more a captive, I have shak'd My fetters off, and broke those gyves of steel That bound me to my thraldome.— My fair prison Adiew.— How sweetly breaths this open aire? My feet grown wanton with their libertie, Could dance and caper till I knockt at heaven With my advanced head. Come deare Asotus, There are no pleasures but they shall be ours. We will dispeople all the elements To please our palates. Midnight shall behold Our nightly cups, and weare a blacker mask, As envious of our jollities. The whole sex Of women shall be ours. Merchants shall proffer Their tender brides. Mothers shall run and fetch Their daughters (e're they yet be ripe) to satisfie Our liquorish lusts. Then Tityrus happy call, That loosing one fair maid has purchas'd all.