Shirley, James · published 1635 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, May 4] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
I see thy noble brother hath been faithful To my desires, he has prepared thee with A story of my love, which thou rewardst With too much humbleness: thou hast a quarrel, And a just one with thy Stars, that did not make thee A Princess Amidea, yet thouart greater, Aud borne to justifie unto these times A Queen of Love, Venus was but thy figure, And all her graces prophecies of thine, To make our last age best; I could dwell ever Here, and imagine I am in a Temple, To offer on this Altar of thy lip, Myriads of flaming kisses with a cloud Of sighs breathed from my heart, Which by the oblation would increase his stock, To make my pay eternal. What mean you? That question is propounded timely, hadst Not interrupted me, I should ha' lost myself upon thy lips, and quite forgot There is a bliss beyond it, which I came for: Let others satisfy themselves to read The wonders in thy face, make proud their eye, By seeing thine, turn statues at thy voice, And think they never fix enough to hear thee. A man half dead with famine, would wish here To feed on smiles, of which the least hath power To call an Anchorite from his prayers, tempt Saints To wish their bodies on, thou dost with ease Captivate Kings with every beam, and mayst Lead them like prisoners round about the world, proud of such golden chains; this were enough, Had not my Fate provided more, to make me Believe myself immortal in thy touches, Come to thy bed, transform me there to happiness; I'll laugh at all the fables of the gods, And teach our Poets after I know thee, To write the true Elysium. Good my Lord, I understand you not, and yet I fear You do not mean well, if you have brought with you A sinful purpose which I may suspect. Why Lady, what do yond imagine I Came hither for? I know not. How? is't come to that? Your brother gave you more. Desirous of the sport, and brought me hither Ripe for your dalliance, did you not expect me? Yes. And to what other purpose? To tell you that you are not virtuous. I'm of your mind. But I am not so wicked To be of yours: oh think but who you are, Your title speaks you nearest heaven, and points You out a glorious reign among the Angels, Do not depose yourself of one, and be Of the other disinherited. I would Your brother heard you, prithee do not waste This tedious divinity, I am Resolved to grapple with you. Keep off. Ha? Turned Amazon. Prince, come not to near me. For by my honour, since you have lost your own, Although I bow in duty to your person, I hate your black thoughts, tempt not my just hand With violent approach, I dare, and will Do that will grieve you, if you have a soul.
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I see thy noble brother hath bin faithfull To my desires, he has prepar'd thee with A storie of my love, which thou rewardst With too much humblenesse: thou hast a quarrell, And a just one with thy Stars, that did not make thee A Princesse Amidea, yet th'art greater, Aud borne to justifie unto these times A Queene of Love, Venus was but thy figure, And all her graces prophesies of thine, To make our last age best; I could dwell ever Here, and imagine I am in a Temple, To offer on this Altar of thy lip, Myriads of flaming kisses with a cloude Of sighes breathd from my heart, Which by the oblation would increase his stocke, To make my pay eternall. What meane you? That question is propounded timely, hadst Not interrupted me, I should ha lost My selfe upon thy lips, and quite forgot There is a blisse beyond it, which I came for: Let others satisfie themselves to reade The wonders in thy face, make proud their eye, By seeing thine, turne statues at thy voice, And thinke they never fixe enough to heare thee. A man halfe dead with famine, would wish here To feed on smiles, of which the least hath power an Anchorite from his prayers, tempt Saints their bodies on, thou dost with ase aptivate Kings with every beame, and maist Lead them like prisoners round about the world, roud of such golden chaines; this were enough, Had not my Fate provided more, to make me Beleeve my selfe immortall in thy touches, Come to thy bed, transforme me there to happinesse; Ile laugh at all the fables of the gods, And teach our Poets after I know thee, To write the true Elizium. Good my Lord, I understand you not, and yet I feare You doe not meane well, if you have brought with you A sinfull purpose which I may suspect. Why Lady, what doe yon imagine I Came hither for? I know not. How? is't come to that? Your brother gave you more. Desirous of the sport, and brought me hither Ripe for your dalliance, did you not expect me? Yes. And to what other purpose? To tell you that you are not vertuous. I'm of your minde. But I am not so wicked To bee of yours: oh thinke but who you are, Your title speakes you neerest heaven, and points You out a glorious raigne among the Angels, Doe not depose your selfe of one, and bee Of the other disin'herited. I would Your brother heard you, prethee doe not wast This tedious divinity, I am Resolvd to grapple with you. Keepe off. Ha? Turnd Amazon. Prince, come not to neere mee. For by my honor, since you haue lost your owne, Although I bow in dutie to your person, I hate your black thoughts, tempt not my just hand With violent approach, I dare, and will Doe that will greeve you, if you have a soule.