Rowley, William · published 1633 · first performed or written 1619 [c.1619-1620(?)] (Annals) tragedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Too quick Sir, why what occasion have I given you To wish me dead? I cannot keep this pace with you, Lady, I'll go speak with your father. I pray stay Sir, I'll speak with you myself. Before your father. No, here in private by yourself. I'll stop my ears, Madam. Why, are they running away from your head Sir? I mean I'll seal them up from hearing, Lady. You may, no doubt they have wax o'their own. Venture thy ears no farther good Lazarellos, She will endanger 'em, but Lady now I think on Speak, is not this your hand? I have three then it should seem, For I have two of my own fingering. This is your letter? You know my mind then by this time. If I may be your expositor, Lady, I think I do. And how do you expound me Sir? Kind and loving. Kind and loving. 'twere a good commendation For a sow and her pigs. You aske me the reason why I enquirde your age of your her. 'tis true Sir, for what have you to do with my age? I'd rather have to do with your youth Lady. Who, my page? Fie Madam, y'are too apprehensive, too dexterious, Your wit has two edges I protest. What a cut would that give to a bald crown. My crown itches not at that, Lady. Yet you may scratch it though. Come, come, your wits a good one, do not tire it. Unless it remove out of my head, I For I must tire that. I think you love me. You and I may be of two opinions, I think not so now. Come, your hand has betrayed you, Do not you plainly say here, we two should be well matched? O strange, he steals half a text to uphold His heresy; but what follows, we should be well matched At a game of shittlecocke, the meaning i, For a couple of light headed things we could not be over matched; He might have conceited that that could have but said B to a battledore: but come Sir, you have said Enough to me, will you go speak with my father? This I'll add first, which I'll avouch unto Your father's face, I love you. This I'll confirm to you, And to my father's face, but I'll not promise you, Whether I blush or no, I do not hate you. I'll follow you, yet give me leave ere you go To give a gratitude unto your lip. My lips do not stand in the high way to beg A charity, as open as they appear to you. You'll follow me Sir. I cannot stay long after. Soft I'm in your debt Sir, did you bestow a kiss on me? I did so far presume. Take it again— So now I am out of your debt, hereafter never fear To lend freely to one that pays so willingly.
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Too quicke Sir, why what occasion have I given you To wish me dead? I cannot keepe this pace with you, Lady, I'le go speake with your father. I pray stay Sir, I'le speake with you my selfe. Before your father. No, here in private by your selfe. I'le stop my eares, Madam. Why, are they running away from your head Sir? I meane I'le seale them up from hearing, Lady. You may, no doubt they have wx 'their owne. Venture thy no fther good , She will endanger 'em, but Lady now I thinke on Speake, is not this your hand? I have three then it should seeme, For I have two of my owne fingring. This is your letter? You know my minde then by this time. If I may be your expositor, Lady, I thinke I do. And how do you expound me Sir? Kinde and loving. Kinde and loving▪ t'were a good commendations For a sow and her pigs. You aske me the reason why I enquirde your age of your her. Tis true Sir, for what have you to do ith my age? I'de rather have to do with your youth Lady. Who, my page? Fye Madam, y'are too apprehensive, too dexterious, Your wit has two edges I prst. What a cut would that giue to a crowne. My crowne itches not , . Yet you may scratch it though. Come, come, your wits a good one, do not it. Vnlesse it remove of my , For I must tire that. I thinke you love me. You and I may be of two opinion, I thinke not so now. Come, your hand has betraid you, Do not you plainly say here, we two should be well matcht? O strange, he steals halfe a text to uphold His heresie; but what follows, we should be well matcht At a game of shittlecocke, the meaning i, For a couple of light headed things we could not be over matcht; He might have conceited that that could have but said B to a battleder: but come Sir, you have said Enough to me, will you go speake with my father? This I'le adde first, which I'le avouch unto Your fathers face, I love you. This I'le confirme to you, And to my fathers face, but I'le not promise you, Whether I blush or no, I do not hate you. I'le follow you, yet give me leave ere you go To give a gratitude unto your lip. My lips do not stand in the high way to beg A charity, as open as they appeare to you. You'le follow me Sir. I cannot stay long after. Soft I'me in your debt Sir, did you bestow a kisse on me? I did so farre presume. Take it againe— So now I am out of your debt, hereafter never feare To lend freely to one that payes so willingly.