Randolph, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 20] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Pray, Sir, how does death Deal with the Ladies? Is he so unmannerly As not to make distinction of degrees? I hope the rougher bones of men have had More education, than to trouble theirs That are of gentler stuff. Death is a blunt villain, Madam: he makes no distinction betwixt Joan and my Lady. This was the prime Madam in Thebes, the general mistress, the only adored beauty. Little would you think there were a couple of stars in these two augur-holes: or that this pit had been arched over with a handsome nose, that had been at the charges to maintain half a dozen of several silver arches to uphold the bridge. It had been a mighty favour once, to have kissed these lips that grin so. This mouth out of all the madam's boxes cannot now be furnished with a set of teeth. She was the coyest overcurious dame in all the city: her chambermaids misplacing of a hair, was as much as her place came to.— Oh! if that Lady now could but behold this phisnomy of hers in a looking-glass, what a monster would she imagine herself! Will all her perukes, tires and dresses, with her chargeable teeth, with her ceruse and pomatum, and the benefit of her painter and doctor, make this idol up again? Paint Ladies while you live, and plaster fair, But when the house is fallen 'tis past repair. No matter, my Asotus: Let death do His pleasure then, we'll do our pleasures now. Each minute that is lost is past recall. This is the time allotted for our sports, 'twere sin to pass it. While our lips are soft, And our embraces warm, we'll twine and kiss. When we shall be such things as these, let worms Crawl through our eyes, and eat our noses off, It is no matter. While we lived, we lived. And when we die, we die. We will be both embalmed In precious unguents to delight our sense, And in our grave we'll buss, and hug, and dally As we do here: for death can nothing be To him that after death shall lie with thee. Sexton, receive these coffins to the temple; But not inter them,— for they both are guilty Of their own blood,— till we make expiation T'assoil the fact.— Tutor reward the Sexton. I'll come sometimes and talk morality with him. This, Sir, my Pupil gives you:— but hereafter I'll more than treble it, if you be no enemy To your own profit. Profit's my religion. Now you that bore my dead friends to the grave, Usher my living mistress home again. Thus joy with grief alternate courses shares, Fortune, I see thy wheel in all affairs. STaphyla, why Staphyla: I hope she has ta'en her last sleep. Why when, Staphyla? What a life have I? ay, that can never be quiet. I can no sooner lie down to take my rest, but presently Staphyla, Staphyla. What's the news? A prize, my rogue, a prize. Where? or from whom?
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Pray, Sir, how does death Deal with the Ladies? Is he so unmannerly As not to make distinction of degrees? I hope the rougher bones of men have had More education, then to trouble theirs That are of gentler stuffe. Death is a blunt villain, Madam: he makes no distinction betwixt Jone and my Lady. This was the prime Madam in Thebes, the generall mistresse, the onely adored beauty. Little would you think there were a couple of starres in these two augur-holes: or that this pit had been arch'd over with a handsome nose, that had been at the charges to maintain half a dozen of severall silver arches to uphold the bridge. It had been a mighty favour once, to have kiss'd these lips that grin so. This mouth out of all the Madams boxes cannot now be furnished with a set of teeth. She was the coyest overcurious dame in all the city: her chambermaids misplacing of a hair, was as much as her place came to. —Oh! if that Lady now could but behold this physnomie of hers in a looking-glasse, what a monster would she imagine her self! Will all her perrukes, tyres and dresses, with her chargeable teeth, with her cerusse and pomatum, and the benefit of her painter and doctor, make this idol up again? Paint Ladies while you live, and plaister fair, But when the house is fallne 'tis past repair. No matter, my Asotus: Let death do His pleasure then, we'le do our pleasures now. Each minute that is lost is past recall. This is the time alotted for our sports, Twere sinne to passe it. While our lips are soft, And our embraces warm, we'le twine and kisse. When we shall be such things as these, let worms Crawl through our eyes, and eat our noses off, It is no matter. While we liv'd, we liv'd. And when we die, we die. We will be both embalm'd In precious unguents to delight our sense, And in our grave we'le busse, and hug, and dally As we do here: for death can nothing be To him that after death shall lie with thee. Sexton, receive these coffins to the temple; But not interre them,—for they both are guilty Of their own bloud,—till we make expiation T'assoyl the fact. —Tutour reward the Sexton. I'le come sometimes and talk moralitie with him. This, Sir, my Pupill gives you:—but hereafter I'le more then treble it, if you be no enemie To your own profit. Profit's my religion. Now you that bore my dead friends to the grave, Usher my living mistresse home again. Thus joy with grief alternate courses shares, Fortune, I see thy wheel in all affairs. STaphyla, why Staphyla: I hope she has ta'ne her last sleep. Why when, Staphyla? What a life have I? I, that can never be quiet. I can no sooner lie down to take my rest, but presently Staphyla, Staphyla. What's the news? A prize, my rogue, a prize. Where? or from whom?