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A59419 Epsom-Wells a comedy, acted at the Duke's Theatre / written by Tho. Shadwell. Shadwell, Thomas, 1642?-1692. 1673 (1673) Wing S2843; ESTC R18685 66,523 106

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here too Caro. Sing that Song Mr. Woodly taught you She Sings How pleasant is mutual Love that is true Then Phillis let us our affections unite For the more you love me the more I love you The more we contribute to each others delight For they that enjoy without loving first Still eat without stomach and drink without thirst Such is the poor Fool who loves upon duty Because a Canonical Coxcomb has made him And ne're tastes the sweets of love and of beauty But drudges because a dull Priest has betray'd him But who in enjoyment from love take their measure Are rap't with delight and still ravish't with pleasure Each night he 's a Bridegroom and she is a Bride When their minds and their bodies shall both so agree That neither shall pleasure from the other divide But that at one instance shall satisfy'd be Let Fools ●or convenience be drawn to their love But this the way real pleasure to prove Enter Clodpate and Lucia Luc. So you are pleasant here Mr. Clodpate how do you like this Song 't is a London Song Clodp. Ay Pox on 't I hate it for it when I had the misfortune to know that damn'd Town first they had better Songs by half they put no wit in their Songs now adays Caro. Pray do us the favour to Sing one of those you speak of Clodp. Faith Madam I have but an ordinary voice but I cannot disobey you Sings ridiculously this old Song Lay by your pleading Law lies a bleeding c. Wood. What an incomprehensible block-head is this Clodp. This pleases us in the Country I know you like it ne're the worse Madam Caro. Nor much the better Clodp. Come Madam I am sure you love a Country life and hate that vile Town of London and I honour you for 't Caro. I hate London Clodp. I knew you would dissemble it but I know your heart 't is true indeed 't is a vain obscene wicked filthy popish place Caro. What means the Worshipful Fop. Clodp. And a Virtuous Lady had better Marry a Country Justice of five hundred pounds a year than one in London of five thousand pounds nay than a Duke at Court 't is granted Madam t is granted Caro. It may be granted by you but not by me Clodp. There are some such fools to refuse good offers but there are others have more wit Heaven be prais'd Caro. Sure you have been at cross purposes of late Mr. Clodpate Clodp. No Madam but I know you hate Sodom yonder foh methinks I smell it hither let me tell you in private I would not marry Mrs. Lucia if she had fifty thousand pounds Ud's bud marry one that would live at London nay at Court No I had rather go to Sea in a Fire-ship but I 'le shew you the finest seat in Sussex which you shall call your own Caro. What do you mean by this Clodp. All this I know very well and though by the Sot her Uncle I was misguided to Mrs. Lucia 't is to you Madam my affection first inclin'd Caro. Ah mischief have you contriv'd this you thought to punish me much but I had rather have such a fellow to Fool with than a lap Dog or a Squirrel abusing of a Fool is almost as pleasant as conversing with a witty Man Luc. 'T is true now I consider it and he that 's laugh'd at is oft times as good Company as he that laughs nay some have rais'd their fortunes by it but you forget our appointment pray let 's go Caro. Ay prithee My dear Gentlemen we must leave you your servant Wood. Will you not let me wait on you Caro. By no means 't is a private affair Clodp. Shall not I wait on you Caro. I shall not refuse the favour another time but now I must beg your pardon Luc. Allons let 's meet the Duellists I warrant you they are men of honour Clodp. Come I am going a setting will you go Ex. Luc. and Caro. Wood. No I must go home Ex. Clodpate Enter Fribble and Dorothy his Wife Fribb. Whither are you a going Mr. Woodly will you not go to the Bowling●Green to day Wood. Yes perhaps in the Afternoon Adieu Ex. Woodly Fribb. Why do you follow me with your Impertinence Doro. My dear honey how have I offended thee did I not with my own hands put the to Bed when thou wert sudled last night did I not set thy Bottle of small Beer by thy Bedside did I not rise early and make thee a Caudel when thou wer't puking and gave thee Aqua Mirabilis to fetch up the Water off thy Stomach Fribb. All this you did and 't was your Duty but you are strangely troublesom Dor. Think not my love a trouble Dear I speak for thy good prethee do not go abroad to day thou 'lt kill thy self with drinking and thy Death will be sure to kill me Fribb. You are impertinent I 'le go let that suffice Dor. You are shrewdly mistaken if you think I desire your Company But I am sure this is the way to be rid on 't Aside Frib. I am to meet Mr. Bisket and some Cheapside Neighbours be silent my will is like the Laws of the Maids and Parsons Dor. I cannot hide my love and fears from thee prithee dearest kiss me Frib. I say again Peace I shall be much offended Dor. Thou art a naughty man and always abroad while I am languishing for thee and I have thee but two days in a Week at Epsom Frib. Know your Lord and Master and be subject to my Government I though but a Haberdasher will be as absolute a Monarch over you as the great Turk over his Sultan Queen Dor. Well I can but submit and weep for thy absence Frib. Can't you keep Company with Mrs. Bisket Dor. What thou pleasest my Dear So you 'l go and not hinder me from better Company Aside Frib. Well I have the most Virtuous and best Govern'd Wife in all the Ward but I must observe Discipline and keep a strict hand over her Dor. I am an unfortunate Woman not to have thy Company so I am Enter Mrs. Bisket Mrs. Bisk. What in tears Mrs. Fribble this is that naughty man out on thee thou art a shame to all Husbands thou woud'st be so insolent to command thy own Wife dost thou use thy own flesh thy own rib so out upon thee Frib. I am my own Master and will be hers Mrs. Bisk. Ah thou art a good one i'faith and thou wer 't mine I 'd teach the better manners Frib. Dorothy listen not to this lewd Woman her Husband is a sneaking sniveling Cuckold if you should be like her I would make you such a terrible Example Mrs. Bisket you are impertinent were I your Husband I would swinge you much Mrs. Bisk. Swinge me say you I could tear thy Eyes out Death if you provoke me I 'le show you what the Courage of an inraged Woman can do Doro. Nay good Mrs. Bisket Mr. Fribble is