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 T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
I love you but too well, go to your chamber. But must we part. Dispute it not. bye sweet Mistress Sensible, I hope we shall meet again as merry as we part. 'Tis very violent, but we obey your pleasure, I have only apparel and some few trifles. Take 'em all wi''e and be gone. Beside my own misfortune, I have cause to pity thine, my father is displeased, and not injustly, happy genius.— So, things must be managed wisely, I will hasten the marriage. By all means let it be sudden. Within two days— tomorrow. I won't sleep, till she be married, but carry things smooth, let not the Knight suspect y'are troubled, your daughter will be fetched about with a bias again. How thou deserv'st me, let us in. Hereafter for my sake, and subtle pains Who ere is wise, let the world call him Brains. CAn this be true? As I have faith to heaven. Take this and this for thy sweet story, thou Hast entranced me with thy language; laden With my despairs, like a distressed bark I gave myself up lost in the imagined Tempest, but at point of striking Upon a rock, what a celestial gale Makes my sails swell with comfort, and enforcing My ship into the channel, I do feel it Bound on the waves, discretion at the helm Which passion made forsaken, I now bless The Minute I weighed Anchor; oh my destiny Dwell longer on this thread and make it firm, Upon it hangs the weight of such a fortune That if it crack, will swifter than Ioues flaming Arrow, dig my grave i'th' earth's centre, Forgive me sacred sex of women that In thought or syllable I ha' declaimed Against your goodness, I will redeem it With such religious honouring your names That when I die some near thought stained Virgin Shall make a relic of my dust, and throw My ashes like a charm upon those men, Whose faiths they hold suspected, to what pitch Of blessedness are my thoughts mounted. Sir, This is an opportunity for action Time will run fast upon the minute. Pardon The trespass of my joy it makes me vild I am too well rewarded for thy suffering Promise thyself a noble recompense. Come ha' you finished your discourse yet. Y'are my friends, I was deceived in my Violetta She loves, sh'as sent me proof, but a mistake Sent back my letter, and detained her answer Which was betrayed to her father, but keep your wonder To honour her rare wit, which if the stars Show themselves not malicious, will assure All my desires in her, a divine project She is the master engine, you must work too, Will you not friends? You know you may command us. Then spread your bosoms, you shall straight procure A caroche be ready a'th' backside a'my lodging, Do not lose time in questioning, my fate Depends upon your haste. Promise it done.
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I loue you but too well, goe to your chamber. But must wee part. Dispute it not. Bu'y sweet Mistris Sensible, I hope wee shall meete againe as merry as we part. 'Tis very violent, but wee obey your pleasure, I haue onely apparrell and some few trifles. Take 'em all we'e and be gone. Beside my owne misfortune, I haue cause to pitty thine, my father is displeas'd, and not iniustly, happy genius. — So, things must be mannag'd wisely, I will hasten the marriage. By all meanes let it be suddaine. Within two dayes — to morrow. I wo'not sleepe, till shee be married, but carry things smooth, let not the Knight suspect y'are troubled, your daughter will be fetc'ht about with a byas againe. How thou deseru'st me, let vs in. Hereafter for my sake, and subtle paines Who ere is wise, let the world call him Braines. CAn this be true? As I haue faith to heauen. Take this and this for thy sweete story, thou Hast entranc'd me with thy language; laden With my dispaires, like a distressed barke I gaue my selfe vp lost in the imagin'd Tempest▪ but at point of striking Vpon a rocke, what a caelestiall gale Makes my sayles swell with comfort, and enforcing My ship into the channell, I doe feele it Bound on the waues, discretion at the helme Which passion made forsaken, I now blesse The Minute I weighed Anchor; oh my destiny Dwell longer on this threed and make it firme, Vpon it hangs the weight of such a fortune That if it cracke, will swifter then Ioues flaming Arrow, digge my graue i'th earths center▪ Forgiue me sacred sexe of women that In thought or sillable I ha declaym'd Against your goodnesse, I will redeeme it With such religious honouring your names That when I dye some neere thought stained Virgin Shall make a relicke of my dust, and throw My ashes like a charme vpon those men, Whose faithes they hold suspected, to what pitch Of blessednesse are my thoughts mounted. Sir, This is an opportunity for action Time will runne fast vpon the minute. Pardon The trespasse of my ioy it makes me vilde I am too well rewarded for thy suffering Promise thy selfe a noble recompence. Come ha you finisht your discourse yet. Y'are my friends, I was deceiued in my Violetta Shee loues, sh'as sent me proofe, but a mistake Sent backe my letter, and detain'd her answere Which was betray'd to her father, but keepe your wonder To honour her rare wit, which if the starres Shew themselues not malicious, will assure All my desires in her, a diuine proiect She is the master engine, you must worke too, Will you not friends? You know you may commaund vs. Then spread your bosomes, you shall straight procure A caroach be ready a'th backside a'my lodging, Doe not loose time in questioning, my fate Depends vpon your hast. Promise it done.