Massinger, Philip · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
You'll have me Sir, preserve the distance, that Confines a Virgin? Virgin me no Virgins. I must have you lose that name, or you lose me, I will have you private, start not, I say private, If thou art my true daughter, not a bastard Thou wilt venture alone with one man, though he came Like Iupiter to Semele, and come off too. And therefore when he kisses you, kiss close. I have heard this is the strumpets fashion Sir, Which I must never learn. Learn any thing, And from any creature that may make thee great; From the Devil himself. This is but Devilish doctrine. Or if his blood grow hot, suppose he offer Beyond this, do not you stay till it cool, But meet his ardour, if a couch be near, Sit down on't, and invite him. In your house? Your own house Sir, for heaven's sake, what are you then? Or what shall I be Sir? Stand not on form, Words are no substances. Though you could dispense With your own Honour; cast aside Religion, The hopes of heaven, or fear of hell; excuse me In worldly policy, this is not the way To make me his wife, his whore I grant it may do. My maiden Honour so soon yielded up, Nay prostituted, cannot but assure him I that am light to him will not hold weight When he is tempted by others: so in judgement When to his lust I have given up my honour He must, and will forsake me, How? forsake thee? Do I wear a sword for fashion? or is this arm Shrunk up? or withered? does there live a man Of that large list I have encountered with. Can truly say I e'er gave inch of ground, Not purchased with his blood, that did oppose me? Forsake thee when the thing is done? he dares not. Give me but proof, he has enjoyed thy person, Though all his Captains, echoes to his will, Stood armed by his side to justify the wrong, And he himself in the head of his bold troop, Spite of his Lordship, and his colonelship, Or the judge's favour, I will make him render A bloody and a strict account, and force him By marrying thee, to cure thy wounded honour; I have said it. Sir, the man of Honours come Newly alighted. In; without reply And do as I command, or thou art lost. Is the loud music I gave order for Ready to receive him? 'Tis Sir. Let'em sound A princely welcome, Roughness a while leave me, For fawning now, a stranger to my nature Must make way for me. Sir, you meet your trouble. What you are pleased to style so is an honour Above my worth, and fortunes. Strange, so humble. A justice of peace my Lord. Presents Greedy to him. Your hand good Sir.
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You'le haue mee Sir, preserue the distance, that Confines a Virgin? Virgin me no Virgins. I must haue you lose that name, or you lose me, I will haue you priuate, start not, I say priuate, If thou art my true daughter, not a bastard Thou wilt venture alone with one man, though he came Like Iupiter to Semele, and come off too. And therefore when he kisses you, kisse close. I haue heard this is the strumpetts fashion Sir, Which I must neuer learne. Learne any thing, And from any creature that may make thee great; From the Diuell himselfe. This is but Diuelish doctrine. Or if his blood grow hot, suppose he offer Beyond this, doe not you stay 'till it coole, But meete his ardor, if a couch be neare, Sit downe on't, and inuite him. In your house? Your owne house Sir, for heau'ns sake, what are you then? Or what shall I be Sir? Stand not on forme, Words are no substances. Though you could dispence With your owne Honour; cast a side Religion, The hopes of heauen, or feare of hell; excuse mee In worldly policie, this is not the way To make me his wife, his whore I grant it may doe. My maiden Honour so soone yeelded vp, Nay prostituted, cannot but assure him I that am light to him will not hold weight When he is tempted by others: so in iudgement When to his lust I haue giuen vp my honour He must, and will forsake me, How? forsake thee? Doe I weare a sword for fashion? or is this arme Shrunke vp? or wither'd? does there liue a man Of that large list I haue encounter'd with. Can truly say I e're gaue inch of ground, Not purchas'd with his blood, that did oppose me? Forsake thee when the thing is done? he dares not. Giue me but proofe, he has enioy'd thy person, Though all his Captaines, Eccho's to his will, Stood arm'd by his side to iustify the wrong, And he himselfe in the head of his bold troope, Spite of his Lordship, and his Collonelship, Or the Iudges fauour, I will make him render A bloody and a strict accompt, and force him By marrying thee, to cure thy wounded honour; I haue said it. Sir, the man of Honors come Newly alighted. In; without reply And doe as I command, or thou art lost. Is the lowd musicke I gaue order for Readie to receiue him? 'Tis Sir. Let'em sound A princely welcome, Roughnesse a while leaue me, For fawning now, a stranger to my nature Must make way for mee. Sir, you meete your trouble. What you are pleas'd to stile so is an honor Aboue my worth, and fortunes. Strange, so humble. A iustice of peace my Lord. Presents Greedie to him. Your hand good Sir.