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 · 454 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Effect thy own content, paper and ink, And than thou bringst the work into my hands. Fudella. Madam. Thou lovest me Fudella. Do you make a question on't Lady? No, I rather Speak it as acknowledgement, suppose I went In the right noble way, to meet my foe I'th' field, wouldst be my second. To my second life, Madam. I do intend no such virago's part, But in shape, a danger to thee far more worse, But when 'tis done, the spacious world shall have to understand, Spite of the low condition of my birth, High spirits may be lodged in humble earth. Sad still! I am as I was ever Lady, Full of retired thoughts. You draw these backward Should be coming on, and meet in nuptial pleasures. All strive to be their own Physicians (Lady) We know what's best and fittest to be done, But who can follow it? Till the disease be known In vain it were to study remedy, Pray what's your cause of sadness? I have none, Lady. Why are you not merry then? You must find fault with my complexion for't, Nature, perhaps, has not compounded me Of equal portions; yet you discover Diseases outward, I not feel within, methinks I'm merry. No, I have heard you sigh so violent, They have waked my slumbers with you in bed, One gust following another, as you would breathe Out all your air together, there most be cause. I know not how to win your good belief, Lady, But if you'll trust me; Lazarello come hither. A murrain oh the carrier brought me hither, I shall sit the worse this two days, but I think I have requited his sides for't; Now to my letter, pat., here's my noble brother; hum, I have a pestilent Lady to my sister, she told me I should find him amongst Ladies; if she had said Lady she had guessed singular well yffaith, I will carry it as well as I can for my honourable brother's credit. Fie, that's a lame excuse, you won not honour Equal with your will, myself from the Castle saw you, Most nobly do, I saw you unhorse three brave opposers, You killed and captived many enemies. Nay now sweet Lady You make too strict an inquisition, Men emulate in honour for the best. Who would be second that can foremost be; For this a man may wrangle with his fate, And grieve and envy at another's fortunes. Hum. hum, hum. See you you fellow. Waft him hence good Lazarello, I am undone else, Look here Dionysia, here's a jewel, I never showed thee yet. 'tis a very pretty one, Shall I have it? With all my heart sweet.
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Effect thy owne content, paper and inke, And then thou bringst the worke into my hands. Fudella. Madam. Thou louest me Fudella. Do you make a question ont Lady? No, I rather Speake it as acknowledgement, suppose I went In the right noble way, to meet my foe I'th field, woudst be my second. To my second life, Madam. I do ntend no such viragoes part, But in shape, a danger to thee farre more worse, But when tis done, the spatious world shall have to understand, Spite of the low condition of my birth, High spirits may be lodg'd in humble earth. Sad still! I am as I was ever Lady, Full of retyred thoughts. You draw these backward Should be comming on, and meet in nuptiall pleasures. All strive to be their owne Physitians (Lady) We know whats best and fittest to be done, But who can follow it? Till the disease be knowne In vaine it were to study remedy, Pray whats your cause of sadnesse? I have none, Lady. Why are you not merry then? You must finde fault with my complexion for't, Nature, perhaps, has not compounded me Of equall portions; yet you discover Diseases outward, I not feele within, Me thinkes I'me merry. No, I have heard you sigh so violent, They have wak't my slumbers with you in bed, One gust following another, as you woud breath Out all your aire together, there most be cause. I know not how to win your good beliefe, Lady, But if youle trust me; Lazarello come hither. A murrin o the carrier brought me hither, I shall sit the worse this two dayes, but I thinke I have requited his sides for't; Now to my letter, pat yffaith, here's my noble brother; hum, I have a pestilent Lady to my sister, she told me I should finde him amongst Ladies; if she had said Lady she had guest singular well yffaith, I will carry it as well as I can for my honourable brothers credit. Fie, that's a lame excuse, you won not honour Equall with your will, my selfe from the Castle saw you, Most nobly do, I saw you unhorse three brave opposers, You kild and captiv'd many enemies. Nay now sweet Lady You make too strict an inquisition, Men emulate in honour for the best. Who woud be second that can formost For this a man may wrangle with fate, And grieve and envy at anothers fortunes. Hum, hum, hum. See you you fellow. Waft him hence good Lazarell, I am undone else, Looke here Dionisia, here's a iewell, I never shewed thee yet. Tis a very pretty one, Shall I have it? With all my heart sweet.