Shirley, James · published 1633 · first performed or written 1628 [licensed for stage, Oct 3] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
I'll wait on you to your horse Sir. Sh'as shot a fire into my bosom, from Her eye, or I have drawn in, at mine own, Love poison. Oh my stars were too ungentle To point her out the Mistress of my thoughts, Who is so much like them, above the hope Of ever climbing too, I see a fatal Impossibility divide us, yet The more I would discharge this new guest, it Strengthens itself within me, and renews Vigour to keep possession, she's above me And her great fortune makes my expectation So dull and painful, a great heir her uncle? Mr. Aymwell what alone, come let's To cards, where be the Gentlemen. Within Sir. H'as Sir George Richley left us? Some affairs importuned his departure. When shall we expect him? Three days hence, this your enquiry Doth promise you have business with him. Little, But you did motion cards, I'll choose my partner And for a set or two I'm at your service. Make your own election. Why d'ee mock me. How mock you. Yes? You do not mean in earnest. I shall betray my passion. I find him. You m 'y for I am lost. he's here— good Uncle, is my father gone? Yes, gentle Niece. Delight in both your walks I'll take this Arbour. So breaks the day and hides itself again Among the Western shades, were she to dwell Within your garden it should need no sun. Her smiles were powerful to infuse a warmth Into the flowers, her breath perfume your arbours The trees grow rich in blossom and bear fruit At the same instant, as 'twere ever Spring And ever Summer when she seats herself Within some bower, the feathered Quiristers Shall play their music to her and take pride To warble airy notes till she be weary, Which when she shall but with one Accent of Her own express, an hundred Nightingales Shall fall down dead from the soft boughs before her For grief to be o'erchanted. Here's pretty madness. 'Tis so, you have done my passion justice Sir For love is but a straggling from our reason. If you do love my Niece, let you and I Talk out of Metaphor. You know my Father. He was my noble friend. For his sake, give me your free answer to One question. What is't, promise yourself What I can do or say is at your service. Is there a possibility, admit I loved your Niece, she might be won at last To be my wife. I'll not dispute the extent Of what is possible, yet my answer may be Satisfactory. You were ever generous. I were uncivil not to reply to A question, you shall find my love more fruitful, You shall have both my answer and my counsel. Let me embrace a perfect friend. D''ee know what Fortune my young Niece may bring her husband. I guess a great one, but I set more value Upon her person, my affection springs Not from her wealth.
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Ile waite on you to your horse Sir. Sh'as shot a fire into my bosome, from Her eye, or I haue drawne in, at mine owne, Loue poyson. Oh my ſtarres were too vngentle To poynt her out the Mistris of my thoughts, Who is so much like them, aboue the hope Of euer clyming too, I see a fatall Impossibility deuide vs, yet The more I would discharge this new guest, it Strengthens it selfe within mee, and renewes Vigour to keepe possession, shees aboue mee And her great fortune makes my expectation So dull and painfull, a great heyre her vncle? Mr. Aymwell what alone, come lets To cards, where be the Gentlemen. Within Sir. H'as Sir George Richley left vs? Some affaires importun'd his departure. When shall wee expect him? Three dayes hence, this your enquirie Doth promise you haue businesse with him. Little, But you did motion cards, Ile chuse my partner And for a set or two I'me at your seruice. Make your owne election. Why dee mocke mee. How mocke you. Yes? You doe not meane in earnest. I shall betray my passion. I find him. You m 'y for I am lost. Hee's here — good Vncle, is my father gone? Yes, gentle Neece. Delight in both your walkes Ile take this Arbor. So breakes the day and hides it selfe agen Among the Westerne shades, were shee to dwell Within your garden it should need no sunne. Her smiles were powerfull to infuse a warmth Into the flowers, her breath perfume your arbours The trees grow rich in blossome and beare fruit At the same instant, as 'twere euer Spring And euer Summer when shee seates her selfe Within some bower, the feathered Quiristers Shall play theyr musicke to her and take pride To warble aery notes till shee be weary, Which when shee shall but with one Accent of Her owne expresse, an hundred Nightingales Shall fall downe dead from the soft boughes before her For griefe to be orchaunted. Here's prety madnes. 'Tis so, you haue done my passion iustice Sir For loue is but a stragling from our reason. If you doe loue my Neece, let you and I Talke out of Metaphor. You know my Father. Hee was my noble friend. For his sake, giue me your free answere to One question. What is't, promise your selfe What I can doe or say is at your seruice. Is there a possibility, admit I loved your Neece, shee might be wonne at last To be my wife. Ile not dispute the extent Of what is possible, yet my answere may be Satisfactory. You were ever generous. I were vnciuill not to reply to A question, you shall finde my loue more fruitfull, You shall haue both my answere and my counsell. Let me imbrace a perfect friend. D'ee know what Fortune my young Neece may bring her husband. I guesse a great one, but I set more value Vpon her person, my affection springs Not from her wealth.