VOADA

He looks as if his father and mother had God him in fear: his eyes go Like a City Catchpoles, several ways at once, ther's no stuff in him. Give me the Dutch Cavalier Dansiker. Setting aside your nose, you should turn Christian, then your calf swells upward mightily. But their wives will not feed on they too. I would use him Like and overseer then, he should stand by whilst the Executioner opened the bags: I must enjoy his love, though que ̄ ching of my lust did burn the world beside. What success woman? the Dutchman & I have barterd wares Now by my sex I am ashamed of you, were the levum mine, I would have no other Pander: be ruled by me It's he shall hire the Captain to thy love, And his own horning. What cannot we persuade? Man was asleep when woman's brain was made. As my belief's in that, my faith gives trust To your protests. To weak a bound to tie a Christian in. Il'e be concealed no longer, know then I love, But not the man whose daily Orisons Invoke confusion on me, whose religion Speaks me and Infidel. But you must be of one if you'll enjoy me, If then your thoughts answer to what you speak Turn Turk I am yours. Do you demur already? how prodigal your words Spoke your affection, and with one simple trial Are you struck mute. False knight, I have given too calm and ear already To thy enchanted notes. You needs not, it is sufficient glory You have betrayed a maidens liberty. But Il'e do penance for my so black a sin, Doting on thee, I'll henceforth hate thy whole sex; The name of man to me, shall as the rock From which the shipwrecked wretch hath lately scaped Bring fear in the name of't: keep off false Syren. Heaven well ordained man should the woman woe, Should we their hard-hearts prove, we all ill should know. Why stand you in this worser lemma: are you deprived Of sense and being? Why stand you in this dilemma: are you deprived Of sense and being? This fellow raves sure: do you know to who ̄ you speak? It is a lovely boy, rare featured, would he were mine. I have not seen so much of beauty in a man. You will betray your self to their contempt, by your own forwardness. Il'e prick thee forth a lesson, whose choyser strain, Shall tell men that all Art against lust & women's vain. As you come of Women. Reserve your oaths sir to more easy ears, I understand my self too well to credit they. Do these my tears delight thee then? cruel Hardhearted man, glut thy relentless sighed With full-eyed sorrow. To be no other then my self I crave. And I will raise thee but thou dost name a good, I cannot call mine till I am possessed of it. Thou art all harmony, best love I fly, I have my ends, How ere thou sink, thy wealth shall bear me high. Where is my betrothed husband? Al's ready. Again turned? Ungentle boy, dost thou requite me thus? How canst thou blushless view me, have my tears Procured me nought but scorn? Where is my betrothed husband? Al's ready. Again turned? Ungentle boy, dost thou requite me thus? How canst thou blushless view me, have my tears Procured me nought but scorn? Do not thou grieve boy, know I love thee Thy maintenance shall express it, I have friends And jewels left for thee, but I hate thee more Then all thy wealth made me love thee before I shall then take your promise, your brother being redeemed, this night I shall enjoy thee. It's thine I will bestow it on thee, to tie thy faith Thou hast his ransom. About it then, now fortune equal prove I am happy, yet her lust redeems my love. We know you are a bloody murderer, and are repaid By our joust Prophet, that hates false Runagates. To match with beggary: know I contemn thee As a most abject slave, and hate thee more Then all thy wealth could make me love before. We are not far off from the place, softly, softly. The night is dark and friendly to mine ends. It's he would rob me of Fidelio, Shoot. Thus dost thou bear Fidelio back again, Does not thy blood stained poniard speak it With which thy accursed arm did force his breast His too too gentle breast. That I am revenge on thee, murder, murder, the slave will murder me. As you are men make rescue of me. He hath not only slain his innocent page, But thus assailed my life, lay hands on him Dear countrymen revenge my wrongs, my blood On this false runagate, I faint, I faint. Convey me to a Chirurgeon, make him safe. Justice, let me have Justice, worthy Governor. By our great Prophet Mahomet. I'll give his vain words hearing, though to much pain O my deep wound let all remove from hence. Now sir your motion, Would, would, would. This is true music, could I enjoy these tunes My self would be thy Jailer. A mere scratch, know that I am revenged Of my Fidelios death, and as thy tortures Each hour increase, so shall my harmony Till vengeance perjod give unto thy destiny. You are prevented, help, I found, I fallen. I will rather give and ear to the black shrieks Of mandrakes, thou knewest I loved him And that hath forc his woe and, at sighed whereof Methinks reflecting hea en should spread it self In a deep crimsome veil, blush to would created A wretch so monstrous, but my revenge sleeps, know boy I will repay thy death, slave I will famish thee, And when thy fainting eyelids gin to crack, My satisfied lust, by him most hates thee, Shall be thy object.