Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
O thou that from eleven, to ninety reign'st In mortal bosoms, whose chase is this world And we in herds thy game; I give thee thanks For this fair Token, which being laid unto Mine innocent true heart, arms in assurance My body to this business. Let us rise And bow before the goddess: Time comes on. O sacred, shadowy, cold and constant Queen, Abandoner of Revels, mute contemplative, Sweet, solitary, white as chaste, and pure As windefand Snow, who to thy female knights Alow'st no more blood than will make a blush, Which is their order's robe. I here thy Priest Am humbled fore thine Altar, O vouchsafe With that thy rare green eye, which never yet Beheld thing maculate, look on thy virgin, And sacred silver Mistress, lend thine ear (Which ne'er heard scurrile term, into whose port ne'er entered wanton sound,) to my petition Seasoned with holy fear; This is my last Of vestal office, I am bride habited, But maiden hearted, a husband I have pointed, But do not know him out of two, I should Choose one, and pray for his success, but I Am guiltless of election of mine eyes, Were I to lose one, they are equal precious, I could doom neither, that which perished should Go to't unsentenced: Therefore most modest Queen, He of the two Pretenders, that best loves me And has the truest title in't, Let him Take off my wheaten Gerland, or else grant The file and qualitie I hold, I may Continue in thy Band. See what our General of Ebbs and Flows Out from the bowels of her holy Altar With sacred act advances: But one Rose, If well inspired, this Battle shall confound Both these brave Knights, and I a virgin flower Must grow alone unplucked. The flower is fall'n, the Tree descends: O Mistress Thou here dischargest me, I shall be gathered, I think so, but I know not thine own will; Unclasp thy Mystery: I hope she's pleased, Her Signs were gracious. Has this advice I told you, done any good upon her? O very much; The maids that kept her company Have half persuaded her that I am Palamon; within this Half hour she came smiling to me, and asked me what I Would eat, and when I would kiss her: I told her Presently, and kissed her twice. T was well done; twenty times had been far better, For there the cure lies mainly. Then she told me She would watch with me to night, for well she knew What hour my fit would take me. Let her do so, And when your fit comes, fit her home, And presently. She would have me sing. You did so? No. 'twas very ill done then, You should observe her every way. Alas I have no voice Sir, to confirm her that way. That's all one, if ye make a noise, If she entreat again, do any thing, Lie with her if she ask you.
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O thou that from eleven, to ninetie raign'st In mortall bosomes, whose chase is this world And we in heards thy game; I give thee thankes For this faire Token, which being layd unto Mine innocent true heart, armes in assurance My body to this businesse. Let us rise And bow bore the goddesse: Time comes on. O sacred, shdowie, cold and constant Queene, Abandoner of Revells, mute contemplative, Sweet, solitary, white as chaste, and pure As windefand Snow, who to thy femall knights Alow'st no more blood than will make a blush, Which is their orders robe. I heere thy Priest Am humbled fore thine Altar, O vouchsafe With that thy rare greene eye, which never yet Behed thing maculate, looke on thy virgin, And sacred silver Mistris, lend hine eare (Which heard scurrill terme, into whose port Ne're entred wanton sound,) to my petition Seasond wih hoy feare; This is my last Of vestall office, I am habited, But maydn harted, a husband I have poined, But doe not know him out of two, I should Choose one, and pray for his successe, but I Am guiltlesse of election of mine eyes, Were I to loose one, they are equall precious, I could doombe neither, that which perish'd should Goe too't unsentenc'd: Therefore most modest Queene, He of the two Pretenders, that best loves me And has the truest ti in't, Let him Take off my wheaten Gerland, or else grant The fyle and qualitiel hold, I may Continue in thy Band. See what our Generall of Ebbs and Flowes Out from the bowells of her holy Altar With sacred act advances: But one Rose, If well inspird, this Battaile shal confound Both these brave Knights, and I a virgin flowre Must grow alone unplck'd. The flowre is falne, the Tree descends: O Mistris Thou here dischargest me, I shall be gather'd, I thinke so, but I know not thine owne will; Vnclaspe thy Misterie: I hope she's pleas'd, Her Signes were gratious. Has this advice I told you, done any good upon her? O very much; The maids that hept her company Have halfe perswaded her that I am Palamon; within this Halfe houre she came smiling to me, and asked me what I Would cate, and when I would kisse her: I told her Presently, and kist her twice. T was well done; twentie times had bin far better, For there the cure lies inely. Then she told me She would watch with me to night, for well she knew What houre my fit would take me. Let her do so, And when your fit comes, fit her home, And presently. She would have me sing. You did so? No. Twas very il done then, You should observe her ev'ry way. Alas I have no voice Sir, to confirme her that way. That's all one, if yee make a noyse, If she intreate againe, doe any thing, Lye with her if she aske you.