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 T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
It shall, the games a foot, were I best to discover thus much, or reserve it to welcome home the old Knight withal, I'll be more familiar with this juggling, first, the Scrivener has a Name and if he be worth his own ears he shall be worth my discovery. Here comes the Gallant and the other toy now. I received your Letter Sir? In good time. You might have spared your hand a labour, if you had resolved to put your feet upon this expedition. Good. I confess I wrote something in my own cause, but the chief cause was to convey my friend's affection to his Mistress. And I will convey your affection to somebody else. Then you made me a property. 'Tis for your honour if you help any way to advance an honest business, and yet mistake me not though the Rack should enforce from me without a second reason I had not wrote to you, yet for so much as concerned myself by this kiss, my pen hath but set down the resolution of my heart to serve you. To serve me, how? How? why any way, give me your Livery I'll wear it, or a Coat with a Cognizance by this light, I fear you are an Heretic still and do not believe as you should do, come let me rectify your Faith, serve you. Since the Compliment of Service came up, Gentlemen have had excuse for their love: I would not have you serve me Sir. Not serve you? Why d'ee think a man cannot love and serve too. Not one serve two, well. You are too literal, and yet i'th' strict sense I ha' known a woman has served half a dozen Gentlemen handsomely, so, so, and yet the last had enough of her too, why should not one man serve two Gentlewomen, it argues against your Sex, that you are more insatiable ath' two, but I have a simple affection I protest and individual, I'll ne'er serve but one. But one at once. But one at once, and but one always, by this Diamond. Nay keep your oath Sir. I am forsworn if I do not, for I vowed before I came to bestow it, come wear it in your bosom, it shall be an earnest of more precious jewels, though not of so bright a lusty that will follow. I pray Sir resolve me one thing, and be plain, Do you love me? Love you? 'Tis my question. 'Tis a very foolish one, to what purpose have I been talking all this while, that you make it a question, has not it been the Theme of all my discourse hitherto, that I do love you. In what sense? In what sense? Why in any sense at your own choice, or in all the senses together and you doubt me: I do love to see your face, hear your voice, smell your breath, touch your tree, and taste your golden Apples. But this does not satisfy me. You do not doubt my sufficiency dee?
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It shall, the games a foote, were I best to discouer thus much, or reserue it to welcome home the old Knight withall, Ile be more familiar with this iugling, first, the Scriuener has a Name and if he be worth his owne eares he shall be worth my discouery. Here comes the Gallant and the tother toy now. I receiued your Letter Sir? In good time. You might haue spared your hand a labour, if you had resolved to put your feete vpon this expedition. Good. I confesse I wrote something in my owne canse, but the chiefe cause was to convay my friends affection to his Mistris. And I will convey your affection to somebody else. Then you made me a property. 'Tis for your honour if you helpe any way to aduance an honest businesse, and yet mistake me not though the Racke should enforce from me without a second reason I had not wrote to you, yet for so much as concern'd my selfe by this kisse, my pen hath but set downe the resoluon of my heart to serue you. To serue me, how? How? why any way, giue me your Liuery I'le weare it, or a Coate with a Cognizance by this light, I feare you are an Hereticke still and doe not beleeue as you should doe, come let me rectifie your Faith, serue you▪ Since the Complement of Service came up, Gentlemen have had excuse for their love: I would not have you serve me Sir. Not serve you? Why dee thinke a man cannot love and serve too. Not one serve two, well. You are too literall, and yet i'th strict sence I ha knowne a woman has served halfe a doozen Gentlemen handsomely, so, so, and yet the last had enough of her too, why should not one man serve two Gentlewomen, it argues against your Sexe, that you are more insatiable ath' two, but I have a simple affection I protest and individuall, Ile neere serve but one. But one at once. But one at once, and but one alwayes, by this Dyamond. Nay keepe your oath Sir. I am forsworne if I doe not, for I vowed before I came to bestow it, come weare it in your bosome, it shall be an earnest of more precious jewels, though not of so bright a lustie that will follow. I pray Sir resolve me one thing, and be plaine, Doe you love me? Love you? 'Tis my question. 'Tis a very foolish one, to what purpose have I beene talking all this while, that you make it a question, has not it beene the Theame of all my discourse hitherto, that I doe love you. In what sence? In what sence? Why in any sence at your owne choyce, or in all the sences together and you doubt me: I doe love to see your face, heare your voyce, smell your breath, touch your tree, and taste your golden Apples. But this does not satisfie me. You doe not doubt my sufficiency dee?