Heywood, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
For me? For you; for the chief Paragon Of Beauty matched with Virtue; therefore you For one to rival the great Spanish Princess, Matchless in both, through half the world, save you, Indeed I flatter not, you are that Mine, (Oh Lady, might I truly say that Mine:) No India yields, save this, but thine; the sun. To outshine that candle, none but this clear splendour, Dims her imperfect glories; You by this Shall win yourself a name through all the world, And purchase admiration: me that so Have prized you, and esteemed you, marking you 'mongst thousands, for a piece unparalleled: Before all things, my Country, Honours, Friends, That else like a poor exile forfeit all, And Lady, you the cause on't: If my Love, Grounded upon such strong opinion Merit repulse; if you will lose yourself, And hazard me, that have my head engaged To make this good: I only shall report The strangest thing in my long search I find, Beauty with Virtue mixed, proved both unkind. Which should I be?— pray give me leave And then expect my answer. And hath he choosed her out amongst so many? Yes, and means to make her a great Lady, to possess her of all his fortunes, to put down all the prime Ladies of Spain: and for Beauty and Virtue, to be preferred before the great Princess herself. To this, should she not willingly assent, She were no more my daughter. Now, your answer. Should this be true, that you prefer this face Before the beauties of so many climes: And that your life and means solely depend, There to expose it freely, I should much Digress from honour, to neglect such love, And should I not in unseen Virtue strive To equal that seene beauty you so praise, I should then much wrong that great character You have bestowed upon me. Which you shall not; Daughter, I say you shall not; Sir, she's yours, Or I disclaim her ever. Pray good mother, A little pardon me; how shall I know What here you promise, you can there make good. If you distrust his word, cake mine, which will pass in Spain for more Myravids, than the best Squires in England for Farthing-tokens. That you may know it is not lust, but love, And the true speculation I have ta'en, In both these adjuncts, that proclaim you rare, That 'tis to have you denizened in Spain, Be instated in my liberal fortunes there, To appear in Court a foreign miracle, And not to make you here my Prostitute; I only beg your promise, that, being granted, I'll back into my Country, tell the Princess, What here in England I have seen and found, My peace being made, I will return thus far, To fix you in that sphere a splendent star, And this is all I crave 'Tis just, and honest, In this can be no fallacy at all.
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For mee? For you; for the chiefe Paragon Of Beautie match't with Vertue; therefore you For one to rivall the great Spanish Princesse, Matchlesse in both, through halfe the world, save you, Indeede I flatter not, you are that Myne, (Oh Lady, might I truely say that Mine:) No India yeelds, save this, but thine; the sunne. To out-shine that candle, none but this cleere splendor, Dimmes her imperfect glories; You by this Shall winne your selfe a name through all the world, And purchase admiration: mee that so Have prys'd you, and esteem'd you, marking you Mongst thousands, for a piece unparralleld: Before all things, my Countrey, Honors, Friends, That else like a poore exile forfeit all, And Lady, you the cause on't: If my Love, Grounded upon such strong opinion Merit repulse; if you will loose your selfe, And hazard mee, that have my head ingag'd To make this good: I onely shall report The strangest thing in my long search I finde, Beautie with Vertue mixt, prov'd both unkinde. Which should I be?—pray give And then expect my answere. And hath hee chus'd her out amongst so many? Yes, and meanes to make her a great Lady, to possesse her of all his fortunes, to put downe all the prime Ladies of Spaine: and for Beautie and Vertue, to bee preferr'd before the great Princesse her selfe. To this, should shee not willingly assent, Shee were no more my daughter. Now, your answere. Should this be true, that you preferre this face Before the beauties of so many clymes: And that your life and meanes soly depend, There to expose it freely, I should much Digresse from honor, to neglect such love, And should I not in unseene Vertue strive To equall that seene beautie you so prayse, I should then much wrong that great character You have bestow'd upon mee. Which you shall not; Daughter, I say you shall not; Sir, shee's yours, Or I disclaime her ever. Pray good mother, A little pardon mee; how shall I know What heere you promise, you can there make good. If you distrust his word, cake mine, which will passe in Spaine for more Myravids, then the best Squiers in England for Farthing-tokens. That you may know it is not lust, but love, And the true speculation I have tane, In both these adjuncts, that proclaime you rare, That 'tis to have you denison'd in Spaine, Be instated in my liberall fortunes there, To appeare in Court a forraigne miracle, And not to make you heere my Prostitute; I onely begge your promise, that, being granted, Ile backe into my Countrey, tell the Princesse, What heere in England I have seene and found, My peace being made, I will returne thus farre, To fixe you in that a splendant starre, And this is all I crave 'Tis just, and honest, In this can be no fallacie at all.