Rutter, Joseph · published 1635 · first performed or written 1634 [1633-1635] (Annals) pastoral · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
So, let her go, and let this work awhile. she cast an eye upon me as she went, That by its languishing did seem to say, Daphnis I'm thine, thou hast o'ercome at last: Alcon, thouhast made me happy by thy art. Q. TEll me what you think on earth The greatest bliss? A. Riches, honour, and high birth. Q. Ah, what is this? If love be banished the heart, The joy of Nature, not of Art? What's honour worth, or high descent? Or ample wealth, If cares do breed us discontent, Or want of health? A. It is the order of the Fates, That these should wait on highest states. Cho. Love only does our souls refine, And by his skill Turns humane things into divine, And guides our will. Then let us of his praises sing, Of love, that sweetens every thing. Madam, you're overheard. I care not Delia. Although my liberty, and free discourse Be here denied me, yet the Air is common: To it then will I utter my complaints, Or to thee, friend, to whom my love will dare To show the secrets of my heart, for others I do not care, nor fear; so thou be faithful. Madam, I have no life, but what I wish May be employed to do your beauty's service; My tongue is ruled by yours: what you would have It speak, it shall; else further than my thoughts Nothing shall venture, that you leave to me: And those my thoughts, I'll keep to such restraint, As they shall never come within my dreams, Lest they betray your counsels: this I vow Religiously by— Hold, I will not Have thee to swear, nor would I thou shouldst think, That I so much suspect thee, as to urge An Oath; I know thou hast too much of goodness (That's bred within thee) to betray a trust: And therefore without further circumstance, I'll let thee know my fortunes, part of which I'm sure th' haste heard already. Madam, I have, And wished that they had sorted to your wishes. I thank thee Delia, but my evil Genius, That has pursued my innocence with hate, Brought me from thence where I had set my heart, Unto this cursed Court, which, though it be My place of birth and breeding, I do find Nothing but torment, and affliction in it. I guess the cause sweet Madam, but that's past And now forgotten: if you clear your looks, Your Father will enlarge you, and ne'er think On what you did, but that you are his daughter. Alas my Delia, thou dost mistake, My liberty is of no worth to me, Since that my love, I fear, will ne'er be free: Nor do I care what idle Ladies talk Of my departure, or my strange disguise, To colour my intents; I am above Their envy or their malice: But for th' unlucky chance that sent to me The overcurious eyes of him I hate, Thou know'st the man.
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So, let her goe, and let this worke awhile. Shee caſt an eye upon me as ſhe went, That by its languiſhing did ſeeme to ſay, Daphnis I'me thine, thou haſt o'recome at laſt: Alcon, th'haſt made me happy by thy art. Q. TEll me what you thinke on earth The greateſt bliſſe? A. Riches, honor, and high birth. Q. Ah, what is this? If love be baniſhed the heart, The joy of Nature, not of Art? What's honor worth, or high deſcent? Or ample wealth, If cares do breed us diſcontent, Or want of health? A. It is the order of the Fates, That theſe ſhould waite on higheſt ſtates. Cho. Love onely does our ſoules refine, And by his skill Turnes humane things into divine, And guides our will. Then let us of his praiſes ſing, Of love, that ſweetens every thing. Madam, you're overheard. I care not Delia. Although my libertie, and free diſcourſe Be here denide me, yet the Aire is common: To it then will I utter my complaints, Or to thee, friend, to whom my love will dare To ſhew the ſecrets of my heart, for others I do not care, nor feare; ſo thou be faithfull. Madam, I have no life, but what I wiſh May be imploy'd to do your beauties ſerice; My tongue is rul'd by yours: what you would have It ſpeake, it ſhall; elſe further then my thoughts Nothing ſhall venter, that you leaue to me: And thoſe my thoughts, Ile keepe to ſuch reſtraint, As they ſhall never come within my dreames, Leſt they betray your counſells: this I vow Religiouſly by— Hold, I will not Have thee to ſweare, nor would I thou ſhouldſt thinke, That I ſo much ſuſpect thee, as to urge An Oath; I know thou haſt too much of goodneſſe (That's bred within thee) to betray a truſt: And therefore without further circumſtance, I'le let thee know my fortunes, part of which I'me ſure th' haſt heard already. Madam, I have, And wiſht that they had ſorted to your wiſhes. I thanke thee Delia, but my evill Genius, That has purſu'd my innocence with hate, Brought me from thence where I had ſet my heart, Unto this curſed Court, which, though it be My place of birth and breeding, I doe finde Nothing but torment, and affliction in it. I gueſſe the cauſe ſweet Madam, but that's paſt And now forgotten: if you cleere your looks, Your Father will inlarge you, and ne're thinke On what you did, but that you are his daughter. Alas my Delia, thou doſt miſtake, My liberty is of no worth to me, Since that my love, I feare, will ne're be free: Nor doe I care what idle Ladies talke Of my departure, or my ſtrange diſguiſe, To colour my intents; I am above Their envie or their malice: But for th' unluckie chance that ſent to me The over-curious eyes of him I hate, Thou know'ſt the man.