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 0.88 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Prayer is cheap reward. And nothing now bought at a rate so easy As that same highway ware.— Heaven bless your worship. In plain words Lady (I can use no language But what is blunt) I must do what they would ha' done. Call back your words, and lose not that reward Heaven is engaged to pay you. Come: no circumstance. Your answer? quick. I beg it on my knees, Have a respect to your own soul, that sinks In this dishonour, Sir, as deep as mine. You are discourteous, Lady! Let these tears Plead for me: did you rescue me from thieves, To rob me of the jewel you preserved? Why do I trifle time away in begging That may command.— Proud Damsel, I will force thee. I thank thee blessed occasion:— Now I dare Defy thee devil: here is that shall keep My chastity secure, and arm a maid, To scorn your strength. Be not too masculine, Lady. Stand off, or I will search my heart with this, And force my blood a passage, that in anger Shall fly into thy face, and tell thee boldly Thou art a villain. Incomparable Lady! By all those powers that the blest-men adore, And the worst fear, I have no black design Upon your honour; only as a soldier I did desire to prove whether my sword Had a deserving cause: I would be loath To quarrel for light ware. Now I have found you Full weight, I'll wear his life upon my point That injures so much goodness. You speak honour. Blessed be this minute, sanctify it, Time, 'Bove all thy calendar. Now I find her gold. This touchstone gives her perfect. The discovery Of ne'er found kingdoms, where the plow turns up Rich oar in every furrow, is to this A poor success. Now all my doubts are cleared, And I dare boldly say, Be happy Tyndarus! GReat Queen of love, sure when the labouring sea Did bring forth thee, before she was delivered; Her violent throws had raised a thousand storms. Yet now, I hope after so many wrecks That I have suffered in thy troubled waves, Thou now wilt land me safe. Pamphilus here? He comes to meet Evadne. This is their house Of toleration. She had spied me out Through my disguise: and with what studied art, What cunning language, how well acted gesture, How much of that unbounded store of tears She wrought on my credulity! The Fox, Hyaena, Crocodile, and all beasts of craft, Have been distilled to make one woman up. And has he left me in this dragon's den! A spoil to rapine! what defence, poor maid, Hast thou against these wild and savage beasts? My stars were cruel: If you be courteous eyes, Weep me a flood of tears, and drown me in't, And be Physicians to my sorrows now, That have too long been Heralds of my grief. My thread of life has hitherto drawn out More woes than minutes.
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Prayer is cheap reward. And nothing now bought at a rate so easie As that same highway ware.—Heaven blesse your worship. In plain words Lady (I can use no language But what is blunt) I must do what they would ha' done. Call back your words, and lose not that reward Heaven is ingag'd to pay you. Come: no circumstance. Your answer? quick. I beg it on my knees, Have a respect to your own soul, that sinks In this dishonour, Sir, as deep as mine. You are discourteous, Lady! Let these teares Plead for me: did you rescue me from theeves, To rob me of the jewell you preserv'd? Why do I trifle time away in begging That may command.—Proud Damsel, I will force thee. I thank thee blest occasion:—Now I dare Defy thee devil: here is that shall keep My chastity secure, and arm a maid, To scorn your strength. Be not too masculine, Lady. Stand off, or I will search my heart with this, And force my bloud a passage, that in anger Shall flie into thy face, and tell thee boldly Thou art a villain. Incomparable Lady! By all those powers that the blest-men adore, And the worst fear, I have no black designe Upon your honour; onely as a souldier I did desire to prove whether my sword Had a deserving cause: I would be loth To quarrell for light ware. Now I have found you Full weight, I'le weare his life upon my point That injures so much goodnesse. You speak honour. Blest be this minute, sanctifie it, Time, 'Bove all thy calendar. Now I finde her gold. This touchstone gives her perfect. The discovery Of ne're found kingdomes, where the plow turns up Rich oare in every furrow, is to this A poore successe. Now all my doubts are clear'd, And I dare boldly say, Be happy Tyndarus! GReat Queen of love, sure when the labouring sea Did bring forth thee, before she was deliver'd; Her violent throws had rais'd a thousand storms. Yet now, I hope after so many wrecks That I have suffer'd in thy troubled waves, Thou now wilt land me safe. Pamphilus here? He comes to meet Evadne. This is their house Of toleration. She had spied me out Through my disguise: and with what studied art, What cunning language, how well acted gesture, How much of that unbounded store of teares She wrought on my credulity! The Fox, Hyaena, Crocodile, and all beasts of craft, Have been distill'd to make one woman up. And has he left me in this dragons den! A spoil to rapine! what defence, poore maid, Hast thou against these wilde and salvage beasts? My starres were cruell: If you be courteous eyes, Weep me a floud of teares, and drown me in't, And be Physicians to my sorrows now, That have too long been Heraulds of my grief. My thread of life has hitherto drawn out More woes then minutes.