Rowley, William · published 1633 · first performed or written 1619 [c.1619-1620(?)] (Annals) tragedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 484 words
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Now Sir, what do you do? I am dissolving an Enigma. Let me help you, what is't. I would sane know What kind of thing a man's heart is. Were you never At barber Surgeons hall to see a dissection? I'll report it to you, 'tis a thing framed With divers corners, and into every corner A man may entertain a friend, there came The proverb, a man may love one well, and yet Retain a friend in a corner. Tush, 'tis not The real heart, but the unseen faculties. Those I'll decipher unto you, for surely The most part are but ciphers; the heart indeed. For the most part doth keep a better guest Than himself in him, that is the soul: now the soul Being a tree, there are divers branches spreading out of it, As loving affection, suffering sorrows, and the like, Then Sir, these affections, or sorrows, being but branches, Are sometimes lopped off, or of themselves wither, And new shoot in their rooms. As for example; Your friend dies, there appears sorrow, but it quickly Withers, then is that branch gone, Again you love a friend, There affection springs forth, at last you distaste, Than that branch withers again, and another buds In his room, shall I give you history to this moral? No, I can do't myself, oh Margaretta. So she's in the vocative case already, if she slide. Into the ablative, she's thrush quite out of the numbers I am lost Lazarella. I shall find you again In Dionisia's arms. Must I back slide. If you can find in your heart, you must. My hearts A rebel to me. Faith all your body Will be accessary to't, I'm a friend. Come, come, league with your thoughts, you are too nice. How ill thou speakest of good, how good of vice? 'tis now concluded in me, I will on, I must, although I meet destruction. Down hill we run, climb upward a slow Easy descents to hell, steep steps. quiet your tongue, or I'll take away your liberty, Know y'are under me, and my command. Quiet my tongue? art officer of hell! Thou jailor to the devil, fleshly fiend, I'll waken heaven and earth with my exclaims, Astonish hell for fear, the fire be doubled In the due vengeance of my heinous wrong, My heavy heinous wrong. Forbear I say: you are a crack virgin, And I'll bestow the widow alms on you In charity, if you not hold your tongue. Worst of humanity, hold thou thy tongue, Shame thou to speak, my shame enforceth me. Come, come, my little (what shall I call thee) For it is now doubtful what thou art; being neither Maid, wife, nor (saving your reverence) widow. Ha? Dost spit at me? I'll have you spitted for this trick, And I will turn you as you see, and moreover I will haste you.
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Now Sir, what do you do? I am dissolving an Enigma. Let me helpe you, what ist. I would saine know What kinde of thing a mans heart is. Were you never At Barbar Surgeons hall to see dissection? I'le report it to you, tis a thing framde With diver corners, and into every corner A man may entertaine a friend, there came The proverbe, a man may love one well, and yet Retaine a friend in a corner. Tush, tis not The reall heart, but the unseene faculties. Those I'le decipher unto you, for surely The most part are but ciphers; the heart indeed. For the most part doth keepe a better guest Then himselfe in him, that is the soule: now the soule Being a tree, there are divers branches spreading out of it, As loving affection, suffering sorrowes, and the like, Then Sir, these affections, or sorrowes, being but branches, Are sometimes lopt off, or of themselves wither, And new soot in their roomes. As for example; Your friend dies, there appeares sorrow, but it quickly Withers, then is that branch gone, Againe you love a friend, There affection springs forth, at last you distaste, Then that branch withers againe, and another bud In his roome, shall I give you history to this morall? No, I can doot my selfe, oh Mrgatt. So shees in the vocative case already, if she slide. Into the ablative, shees thrush quite out of the numbers I am lost Lazarell. I shall finde you againe In Dises armes. Must I backe slide. If you can finde in your heart, you must. My hearts A rebell to me. Faith all your body Will be accessary toot, I'me a friend. Come, come, league with your thoughts, you are too nice. How ill thou speakest of good, how good of ? Tis now concluded in me, I will on, I must, although I meet destruction. Downe hill we run, a low Easie discents to hell, . QViet your tongue, or I'le take away your liberty, Know y'are under me, and my command. Quiet my tongue? rt officer of hell! Thou Iaylor to the devill, fleshly fiend, I'le waken heaven and earth with my exclaimes, Astonish hell for feare, the fire be doubled In the due vengeance of my hainous wrong, My heavy hainous wrong. Forbeare I say: you are a crack virgin, And I'le bestow the widowe almes on you In charity, if you not hold your tongue. Worst of humanity, hold thou thy tongue, Shame thou to speake, my shame enforceth me. Come, come, my lile (what shall I call thee) For it is now doubtfull what thou art; being neither Maide, wife, nor (saving your reverence) widow. Ha? Doest spit at me? I'le have you spitted for this tricke, And I will turne you as you see, and moreover I will hast you.