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 T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
You have expressed a nobleness in this Were all of your mind Lady, There would be less Willow worn. You would ha' me praise you now, I could ramble in your commendation. I think so. D'ee but think so, why you shall hear me, Your hairs are Cupid's Nets, a Forehead like the fairest coast of heaven without a cloud, your eyebrow is love's bow whiles either Eye are arrows drawn to wound, your lips the Temple or sacred fane of kisses often as they mere exchanging Roses your tongue Loves lightning, neck the Milky path or throne where sit the Graces, do not I know that I have abused you all this while, or do you think I love you a thought the better, or with all my Poetical daubings can alter the complexion of a hair now. I would not have you sir. No dispraise te'e I have seen as handsome a woman Ride upon a sack to Market, that never knew the impulsion of a Coat or the price of a stammel petticoat, and I ha' seen a worse face in a Countess; what's that? Must ye be proud because men do call you handsome, and yet though we are so foolish to tell you so, you might have more wit than to believe it, your eyes may be matched I hope, for your nose there be richer in our sex, 'tis true that you have colour for your hair we grant it, and for your cheeks, but what do your teeth stand you in Lady, your lips are pretty but you lay 'em too open and men breathe too much upon 'em, for your tongue we all leave you there's no contesting, your hand is fine but your gloves whiter, and for your leg, if the commendation or goodness of it be in the small, there be bad enough in gentlemen's stockings to compare with it; come remember y'are imperfect creatures without a man, be not you a Goddess I know y'are mortal, and had rather make you my companion then my Idol, this is no flattery now. Where be these Gentlemen. How now Frank. You look well to your charge Brains. A question Sir, pray you, are you married Sir? Why dost thou ask? Because you should answer me I cannot see't in your forehead Sir, How now my officious Trencher squire. Excuse him Master Clare, 'tis his blunt zeal To do his Master service, who enjoyed His best care and vigilance upon this Gentlewoman. I am married Sir. Then I hope you''ve met with your match already I ha' nothing to say tee. This fellow's mad. Nor my Master neither, though he left his brains behind him, I hope a man may ask a question Sir. Come hither Brains. Am life thou art in love. You are not. Do not mistake yourself for I am. Caught, I am glad on't. No indeed not caught neither, therefore be not overjoyed good morality, why dost thou think it possible a woman's face or any thing without her can enchant me.
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You haue exprest a noblenesse in this Were all of your mind Lady, There would be lesse Willow worne. You would ha' me praise you now, I could ramble in your commendation. I thinke so. Dee but thinke so, why you shall heare mee, Your hayres are Cupids Nets, a Forehead like the saytest coast of heauen without a cloud, your eybrow is loues bow whiles eyther Eye are arrowes drawne to wound, your ps the Temple or sacred phane of kisses often as they meere exchanging Roses your tongue Loues lightning, necke the Milky path or throne where sit the Graces, doe not I know that I haue abused you all this while, or doe you thinke I loue you a thought the better, or with all my Poeticall daubings can alter the complection of a hayre now. I would not haue you sir. No dispraise te'e I haue seene as handsome a woman Ride vpon a sacke to Market, that neuer knew the impulsion of a Coate or the price of a Stammell petticoate, and I ha seene a worse face in a Countesse; what's that? Must ye be proud because men doe call you handsome, and yet though wee are so foolish to tell you so, you might haue more wit then to beeleeue it, your eyes may be matcht I hope, for your nose there be richer in our sexe, t'is true that you haue colour for your hayre wee graunt it, and for your cheekes, but what doe your teeth stand you in Lady, your lips are pretty but you lay 'em too open and men breath too much vpon 'em, for your tongue wee all leaue you ther's no contesting, your hand is fine but your gloues whiter, and for your leg, if the commendation or goodnesse of it bee in the small, there be bad enow in Gentlemens stockings to compare with it; come remember y'are imperfect creatures without a man, be not you a Goddesse I know y'are mortall, and had rather make you my companion then my Idoll, this is no flattery now. Where be these Gentlemen. How now Franck. You looke well to your charge Braines. A question Sir, pray you, are you married Sir? Why dost thou aske? Because you should answere me I cannot see't in your forehead Sir, How now my officious Trencher squire. Excuse him Master Clare, t'is his blunt zeale To doe his Master seruice, who enioy'd His best care and vigilance vpon this Gentlewoman. I am married Sir. Then I hope y'ane met with your match already I ha nothing to say tee. This fellow's mad. Nor my Master neither, though he left his braines behind him, I hope a man may aske a question Sir. Come hither Braines. Ame life thou art in loue. You are not. Doe not mistake your selfe for I am. Caught, I am glad on't. No indeed not caught neyther, therefore be not ouerioy'd good morality, why dost thou thinke it possible a womans face or any thing without her can inchaunt me.