Marlowe, Christopher · published 1633 · first performed or written 1589 [c.1589-1590] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown · before the Court unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Send for a hundred Crowns at least. Ten hundred thousand crowns,— Mr. Barabas. Write not so submissively, but threatening him. Sirrah Barabas, send me a hundred crowns. Put in two hundred at least. I charge thee send me 300 by this bearer, and this Shall be your warrant; if you do not, no more but so. Tell him you will confess. Otherwise I'll confess all, vanish and return in a Twinkle. Let me alone, I'll use him in his kind. Hang him Iew. Now, gentle Ithimore, lie in my lap. Where are my Maids? provide a running Banquet; Send to the Merchant, bid him bring me silks, Shall Ithimore my love go in such rags? And bid the jeweller come hither too. I have no husband, sweet, I'll marry thee. Content, but we will leave this paltry land, And sail from hence to Greece, to lovely Greece, I'll be thy Iason, thou my golden Fleece; Where painted Carpets o'er the meads are hurled, And Bacchus' vineyards o'erspread the world: Where Woods and Forests go in goodly green, I'll be Adonis, thou shalt be love's Queen. The Meads, the Orchards, and the Primrose lanes, Instead of Sedge and Reed, bear Sugar Canes: Thou in those Groves, by Dis above, Shalt live with me and be my love. Whither will I not go with gentle Ithimore? How now? hast thou the gold? Yes. But came it freely, did the Cow give down her milk freely? At reading of the letter, he stared & stamped, & turned Aside, I took him by the sterd, & looked upon him thus; Told him he were best to send it, than he hugged & embraced me. Rather for fear then love. Then like a Iew he laughed & jeered, and told me he loved me for your sake, & said what a faithful servant you had been. The more villain he to keep me thus: Here's goodly' 'parel, is there not? To conclude, he gave me ten crowns. But ten? I'll not leave him worth a grey groat, give Me a Ream of paper, we'll have a kingdom of gold for't. Write for 500 Crowns. Sirrah Iew, as you love your life send me 500 crowns, And give the Bearer 100. Tell him I must have't. I warrant your worship shall have't. And if he ask why I demand so much, tell him, I scorn to write a line under a hundred crowns. You'd make a rich Poet, Sir. I am gone. Take thou the money, spend it for my sake. 'Tis not thy money, but thyself I weigh: Thus Bellamira esteems of gold; But thus of thee.—— That kiss again; she runs division of my lips. What an eye she casts on me? It twinkles like a Star. Come my dear love, let's in and sleep together. Oh that ten thousand nights were put in one, That we might sleep seven years together afore We wake. Come Amorous wag, first banquet and then sleep.
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Send for a hundred Crownes at least. Ten hundred thousand crownes,— Mr. Barabas. Write not so submissiuely, but threatning him. Sirra Barabas, send me a hundred crownes. Put in two hundred at least. I charge thee send me 300 by this bearer, and this Shall be your warrant; if you doe not, no more but so. Tell him you will confesse. Otherwise I'le confesse all, vanish and returne in a Twinckle. Let me alone, I'le vse him in his kinde. Hang him Iew. Now, gentle Ithimore, lye in my lap. Where are my Maids? prouide a running Banquet; Send to the Merchant, bid him bring me silkes, Shall Ithimore my loue goe in such rags? And bid the Ieweller come hither too. I haue no husband, sweet, I'le marry thee. Content, but we will leaue this paltry land, And saile from hence to Greece, to louely Greece, I'le be thy Iason, thou my golden Fleece; Where painted Carpets o're the meads are hurl'd, And Bacchus vineyards ore-spread the world: Where Woods and Forrests goe in goodly greene, I'le be Adonis, thou shalt be Loues Queene. The Meads, the Orchards, and the Primrose lanes, Instead of Sedge and Reed, beare Sugar Canes: Thou in those Groues, by Dis aboue, Shalt liue with me and be my loue. Whiher will I not goe with gentle Ithimore? How now? hast thou the gold? Yes. But came it freely, did the Cow giue down her milk freely? At reading of the letter, he star'd & stamp'd, & turnd Aside, I tooke him by the sterd, & look'd vpon him thus; Told him he were best to send it, then he hug'd & imbrac'd me Rather for feare then loue. Then like a Iew he laugh'd & jeer'd, and told me he lou'd me for your sake, & said what a faithfull seruant you had bin. The more villaine he to keep me thus: Here's goodly 'parrell, is there not? To conclude, he gaue me ten crownes. But ten? I'le not leaue him worth a gray groat, giue Me a Reame of paper, we'll haue a kingdome of gold for't. Write for 500 Crownes. Sirra Iew, as you loue your life send me 500 crowns, And giue the Bearer 100. Tell him I must hau't. I warrant your worship shall hau't. And if he aske why I demand so much, tell him, I scorne to write a line vnder a hundred crownes. Yo'd make a rich Poet, Sir. I am gone. Take thou the mony, spend it for my sake. 'Tis not thy mony, but thy selfe I weigh: Thus Bellamira esteemes of gold; But thus of thee. — — That kisse againe; she runs diuision of my lips. What an eye she casts on me? It twinckles like a Starre. Come my deare loue, let's in and sleepe together. Oh that ten thousand nights were put in one, That wee might sleepe seuen yeeres together afore We wake. Come Amorous wag, first banquet and then sleep.