Shirley, James · published 1635 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, May 4] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Pray tell me: But truly I beseech you, do you wish Pisano mine indeed? are you jealous, And name him to accuse me? Not by goodness, But if there be a charm beyond thy innocence, By that I would conjure thee Oriana, Love him and make three happy, it shall be My bliss to call you his, let me but o wne A servant in your memory. Unkind, And cruel Cosmo, dost thou think it possible, I can love any but thyself? thou wilt Undo my heart for ever. You shall be Ever most welcome, if I be her Mother, She must declare obedience, Oriana— Go cheerfully, thy Mother calls, to him Whose Orator I have been, alas poor Lady, I half repent me since she is so constant: But a friend's life weighs down all other love; Beside, I thus secure my fate, Lorenzo Threatens my spring, he is my enemy. You'll not compel affection? No, but Court it With honour, and religion, thus invite it, I shall forget the nature of a Parent, Unless you show more softness, and regard To what is urged, what promise could you make To Cosmo without me? or if you had— Here Cosmo' doth give up all title to it, I have no part in Oriana now: I've heard too much, do with me what you please I am all passive, nothing of myself, But an obedience to unhappiness. Follow her Pisano. thouart all friendship. Trace their warm steps, Virgins resolves are weak. Leave not her eyes, until you see day break. ROgero? My Lord. Make fast the Chamber-door, stifle the keyhole and the crannies, I must discourse of secret matters, dost thou smell nothing Rogero? ha? Smell? not any thing my Lord to offend my nostril. Come hither, what do the people talk abroad of me? Answer me justly, and to the point what do they say? Faith my Lord, they say that you are— They lie, I am not, they are a lousy impudent multitude, a many-headed, and many horned generation, to say that I am— A noble gentleman, a just and discreet Lord, and one that deserved to have his honours without money. Oh is that it? I thought the rabble would have said, I had been a Traitor, I am half mad certainly ere since I consented to Lorenzo, 'tis a very hard condition, that a man must lose his head to recompense the procuring of his honours: what if I discover him to the Duke, ten to one, if Lorenzo come but to speak, his grace won't ha' the grace to believe me and then I run the hazard to be thrown out of all at other side: 'tis safest to be a Traitor, hum, who is that you whispered to? I whisper? Marry did you sirrah. Not I good faith my Lord.
seed 43: T2 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Pray tell me: But truely I beseech you, doe you wish Pisano mine indeede? are you jealous, And name him to accuse me? Not by goodnes, But if there be a charme beyond thy innocence, By that I would conjure thee Oriana, Love him and make three happy, it shall be My blisse to call you his, let me but o wne A servant in your memory. Unkinde, And cruell Cosmo, dost thou thinke it possible, I can love any but thy selfe? thou wilt Undoe my heart for ever. You shall be Ever most welcome, if I be her Mother, Shee must declare obedience, Oriana— Goe cheerefully, thy Mother calls, to him Whose Orator I have beene, alas poore Lady, I halfe repent me since she is so constant: But a friends life weighes downe all other love; Beside, I thus secure my fate, Lorenzo Threatens my spring, he is my enemy. Youle not compell affection? No, but Court it With honour, and religion, thus invite it, I shall forget the nature of a Parent, Unlesse you shew more softnesse, and regard To what is urg'd, what promise could you make To Cosmo without me? or if you had— Here Cosmo' doth give up all tle to it, I have no part in Oriana now▪ I've heard too much, doe with me what you please I am all passive, nothing of my selfe, But an obedience to unhappinesse. Follow her Pisano. Th'art all friendship. Trace their warme steps, Virgins resolves are weake. Leave not her eyes, untill you see day breake. ROgero? My Lord. Make fast the Chamber-doore, stiffle the keyhole and the crannies, I must discourse of secret matters, dost thou smell nothing Rogero? ha? Smell? not any thing my Lord to offend my nostrill. Come hither, what do the people talke abroad of me? Answer me justly, and to the point what doe they say? Faith my Lord, they say that you are— They lie, I am not, they are a lousie impudent multitude, a many-headed, and many horned generation, to say that I am— A noble gentleman, a just and discreete Lord, and one that deserv'd to have his honours without money. Oh is that it? I thought the rable would have sayd, I had beene a Traytor, I am halfe mad certainly ere since I consented to Lorenzo, tis a very hard condition, that a man must loose his head to recompence the procuring of his honours: what if I discover him to the Duke, ten to one, if Lorenzo come but to speake, his grace wonot ha the grace to beleeve me and then I runne the hazard to be throwne out of all atother side: tis safest to be a Traytor, hum, who is that you whisperd to? I whisper? Marry did you sirra. Not I good faith my Lord.