Marmion, Shackerley · published 1633 · first performed or written 1633 [1632-1633] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · before the Court unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Last of all, when she is ready to go to bed, she shall not put out the candle to walk up and down in her smock, and shake her body in the dark, and if she be content, I take her as my own. All these she shall subscribe to, if she be my daughter. Why then we'll proceed to the Church? Are you agreed or no? Pray let me speak one word with him in private. Yes what you please sweet Lady, it is granted, were it a hundred pound to buy pins and petticoats. 'tis not a thing Sir, of that dear expense: Though you were pleased to tax me for that crime. 'Tis only this, time was, I could not love you; Though reason since, has rectified my judgement, And cleared my eyes, that I can see my good. Then I confess I made a solemn oath, None should enjoy my love; but he that durst Attempt to steal me; this is not intended, For any peril to you, but for safeguard Of my first vow, which I must needs perform. Now if you please to come at a set hour, None but yourself, and fetch me, I will yield To go with you, whither you shall command. 'Tis done bright Helen, I will be thy Paris, And fetch thee, though thou were't at Lacedaemon, And care not a pin, for all the power of Greece. What are you agreed? Yes, we are both agreed. Some few ceremonies, and then we have finish. Fido, I am now advised upon a plot, If it succeed, shall crown my invention. Something about the Captain. Hang him Kastrill. I scorn to lose a thought on him; my brains Repine at his memory. 'tis a new device, The issue of extremity. 'tis thus, I will turn a desperate Gamester in love, And venture all upon one cast. Take heed sir, There may be plots, but little policy, Fortune and love, are insolent, and ticklish. Come I'll do it. I'll send thee with a letter Unto my Mistress, that shall make her mad. How, make her mad, what do you expect from that: what can you gain by the loss of her wits? I shall gain my desire. And do you prize The satisfying of a lewd desire So much, to rob your Mistress of her senses? Can you accuse her of inconstancy? Or tax her of dishonesty? Or will you Prove false to her? what mischief do you intend? What hopes can you conceive, that may secure So great a sin from heaven's just punishment? Have you a drug or incantation, And think to make her senseless of her grief, With the privation of her understanding? Not any of these. If you do, you must employ Some other messenger. Let me advise you Keep her in her right mind while you have her: Love of itself is an illusive spirit, And will enough distract her without help. She shall seem mad but in appearance Fido; And with that feigned frenzy move a pity From all, that must impute it to her sufferings.
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Laſt of all, when ſhe is ready to goe to bed, ſhe ſhall not put out the candle to walke up and downe in her ſmocke, and ſhake her body in the darke, and if ſhe be content, I take her as my owne. All theſe ſhe ſhall ſubſcribe to, if ſhee be my daughter. Why then weele proceed to the Church? Are you agreed or no? Pray let me ſpeake one word with him in private. Yes what you-pleaſe ſweet Lady, it is granted, were it a hundred pound to buy pins and petticoats. Tis not a thing Sir, of that deare expenſe: Though you were pleaſd to tax me for that crime▪ 'Tis onely this, time was, I could not loue you; Though reaſon ſince, has rectified my iudgement, And clear'd my eyes, that I can ſee my good. Then I confeſſe I made a ſolemne oath, None ſhould enioy my loue; but he that durſt Attempt to ſteale mee; this is not intended, For any perill to you, but for ſafeguard Of my firſt vow, which I muſt needs performe. Now if you pleaſe to come at a ſet houre, None but your ſelfe, and fetch mee, I will yeeld To goe with you, whither you ſhall command. 'Tis done bright Hellen, I will be thy Paris, And fetch thee, though thou wer't at Lacedemon, And care not a pinne, for all the power of Greece. What are you agreed? Yes, wee are both agreed. Some few ceremonies, and then wee haue finiſh. Fido, I am now advis'd vpon a plot, If it ſucceed, ſhall crowne my invention. Something about the Captaine. Hang him Kaſtrill. I ſcorne to looſe a thought on him; my braines Repine at his memory. Tis a new deuiſe, The iſſue of extremity. Tis thus, I will turne a deſperate Gameſter in loue, And venter all vpon one caſt. Take beed ſir, There may be plots, but little policy, Fortune and loue, are inſolent, and tickliſh. Come Ile doe it. Ile ſend thee with a letter Vnto my Miſtreſſe, that ſhall make her mad. How, make her mad, what doe you expect from that: what can you gaine by the loſſe of her wits? I ſhall gaine my deſire. And doe you prize The ſatisfying of a lewd deſire So much, to rob your Miſtris of her ſenſes? Can you accuſe her of inconſtancy? Or taxe her of diſhoneſty? Or will you Prove falſe to her? what miſcief do you intend? What hopes can you conceive, that may ſecure So great a ſinne from Heavens juſt puniſhment? Have you a drug or incantation, And thinke to make her ſenſeleſſe of her griefe, With the privation of her underſtanding? Not any of theſe. If you doe, you muſt imploy Some other meſſenger. Let me adviſe you Keep her in her right mind while you have her: Love of it ſelfe is an illuſive ſpirit, And will enough diſtract her without helpe. She ſhall ſeeme mad but in appearance Fido; And with that feigned frenzy move a pitty From all, that muſt impute it to her ſufferings.