Rowley, William · published 1633 · first performed or written 1619 [c.1619-1620(?)] (Annals) tragedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
I understand all this, whilst he wars abroad, his Daughter must skirmish at home; Venus is in conjunction With Mercury, wit and lechery are both in labour At once alas poor maidenhead, thouart cast i'faith, And must to execution; virginity hadst thou been Moulded in my compass, thou hadst scaped this pitfall. On, to thy charge, prosper in thy high deeds; Who aims at honour nobly, nobly speeds. My heart and tongue, thus sentence to my fate, In honour thrive, in baseness ruinate. All help him on his speed: Lothario. Have we not finely moulded our design? Time's ancient bawd, opportunity attends us now, And yet our flaming blood will scarce give leave To opportunity. I told your highness of a second bawd to time, & yet Not times second neither, for time ne'er patterned her A thing real, not a dumb moral, as time itself Is, but a speaking thing, and one that speaks Effectually; one that has wracked more maidenheads In Spain, than she has years upon her reverent brows, And yet she writes odd of threescore, an odd wench 'tis. Thou namest her to me. Malena. And hast instructed her? I have prepared her fit for instruction my Liege; she Waits her further confirmation from your Highness: Oh every soldier has a double heart, when the King's in field. Call her By her right name; bawd, where art thou bawd? If Words will serve, if not, by rapines force; we'll pluck this apple from th'Hesperides. This is the thing I told your Highness of. A reverent one it is, & may be called schoolmistress of her sex; if Apelles had ever pictured forth experience, here might he take his pattern. Indeed my Liege, I have been the pattern that a great Many has taken out pictures by, I confess I have been a greater friend to the Hospitals, than the Nunneries, And I think it was the greater charity, because They are the poorer, and more wretched places. The very ipsissima of her sex, my Liege, as old as She is, I will undertake she shall wrestle a fall With the strongest Virgin in Spain, & throw her down too. Thou must be my Lawyer (I'll fee thee well,) And at the Bar of beauty plead a cause, Which whether right or wrong, must needs be mine. Indeed in rightful causes, weak Lawyers will Serve turn, but the wrong had need have The best Orators; I'm but a weak vessel, you Know my Liege. she'll hold out I warrant, hark you my liege, This vessel is not hollow yet, it does not sound, There's metal in her, there's sack in this Tun, That has eaten up a great deal of dead Flesh in her time, lights, longs and bad livers. Come, come, you must not plead an insufficiency. I'll do my best my Lord. Tush, in malo consilio foeminae vincunt viros. Does he not abuse me my Liege?
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I understand all this, whilst he warres abroad, his Daughter must skirmish at home; Venus is in conjunction With Mercury, wit and lechery are both in labour At once alas poore mayden-head, th'art cast i'faith, And must to execution; virginity hadst thou bin Moulded in my compasse, thou hadst scap't this pitfall. On, to thy charge, prosper in thy high deedes; Who aymes at honour nobly, nobly speedes. My heart and tongue, thus sentence to my fate, In honour thrive, in basenesse ruinate. All helpe him on his speede: Lothario. Have we not finely moulded our designe? Times antient bawde, opportunity attends us now, And yet our flaming bloud will scarce give leave To opportunity. I told your highnesse of a second bawd to time, & yet Not times second neither, for time nere pattern'd her A thing reall, not a dumb morall, as time it selfe Is, but a speaking thing, and one that speakes Effectually; one that has wrackt more mayden-heads In Spaine, then she has yeers upon her reverent browes, And yet she writes odde of threescore, an odde wench 'tis. Thou nam'st her to me. Malena. And hast instructed her? I have prepar'd her fit for instruction my Liege; shee Waites her further confirmation from your Highnesse: Oh every souldier has a double heart, when the King's in field. Call her By her right name; bawd, where art thou bawd? If Words will serve, if not, by rapines force; Wee'le plucke this apple from th'Hesperides. This is the thing I told your Highnesse of. A reverent one it is, & may be cal'd schoolemistresse of her sexe; if Apelles had ever picturde forth experience, here might he take his patterne. Indeed my Liege, I have bin the pattern that a great Many has taken out pictures by, I confesse I have Bin a greater friend to the Hospitals, then the Nunneries, And I thinke it was the greater chity, because They are the poorer, and more wretched places. The very ipsissima of her sexe, my Liege, as old as She is, I will undertake she shall wrastle a fall With the strongest Virgin in Spaine, & throw her down too. Thou must be my Lawyer (I'le fee thee well,) And at the Barre of beauty plead a cause, Which whether right or wrong, must needs be mine. Indeed in rightfull causes, weake Lawyers will Serve turne, but the wrong had need have The best Orators; I'me but a weake vessell, you Know my Liege. Shee'le hold out I warrant, harke you my Lieg, This vessell is not hollow yet, it does not sound, There's mettall in her, there's sacke in this Tunne, That has eaten up a great deale of dead Flesh in her time, lights, longs and bad livers. Come, come, you must not plead an insufficiency. I'le doe my best my Lord. Tush, in malo consilio foeminae vincunt viros. Does he not abuse me my Liege?