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 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
I do, I do, and maugre Fate, And spite of all sinister evil shall. And now I charge you, by that filial zeal You owe your father, by the memory Of your dear mother, by the joys you hope In blessed marriage, by the fortunate issue Stored in your womb, by these and all things else, That you can style with goodness: instantly, Without evasion, trick, or circumstance, Nay, lest premeditation, answer me. Affect you me, or no? How speak you that? Without demur or pause. Give me but time To sleep upon't. I pardon you no minute, not so much As to apparel the least phrase you speak, Speak in the shortest sentence. You have vanquished me At mine own weapon: noble sir, I love you: And what my heart durst never tell my tongue lest it should blab my thoughts, at last I speak And iterate, I love you. Oh, my happiness What wilt thou feel me still? art thou not weary Of making me thy May-game to possess me Of such a treasure's mighty magazine, Not suffer me t' enjoy't, ta'en with this hand, With that to get another. You are sad Sir, Be so no more, it you have been dejected It lies in me to mount you to that height, You could not aim at greater, I am yours. These lips that only witness it in air Now with this truth confirm it. I was borne to 't, And it shall out at once. Sir, you seem passionate, As if my answer pleased not. Now my death, For mine own tongue must kill me, noble Lady. You have endeared me to you, but my vow Was ne'er to match with any of what state Or birth soever, till before the contract, Some one thing I impose her. she to do't? Or if she fail me in my first demand I to abjure her ever. I am she. That beg to be implied so, name a danger Whose very face would fright all womanhood, And manhood put in trance, nay whose aspect Would ague such, as should but hear it told: But to the sad beholder, prove like those That gazed upon Medusa's snaky locks, And turned them into Marble: These and more Should you but speak't I'd do. And swear to this? I vow it by my honour, my best hopes And all that I wish gracious, name it then, For I am in a longing in my soul, To show my love's expression. You shall then, I'll do't as I am a Virgin. Lie it within mortality, I'll do't. You shall? I will: that which appears in you So terrible to speak, I'll joy to act, And take pride in performance. Then you shall. What? Soldier, What? Love noble Valladaura, And at his soonest appointment marry him. Unkind man, thou hast killed me. And my self with the same stroke. Oh, Noble Englishman, Thou now appear'st a mirror. But in this, Pray Sir can you be serious?
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I doe, I doe, and maugre Fate, And spight of all sinister evill shall. And now I charge you, by that filias zeale You owe your father, by the memory Of your deare mother, by the joyes you hope In blessed marriage, by the fortunate issue Stor'd in your wombe, by these and all things else, That you can stile with goodnesse: instantly, Without evasion, trick, or circumstance, Nay, least premeditation, answer me. Affect you me, or no? How speake you that? Without or pawse. Give me but To sleepe upon't. I pardon you o minute, not so much As to apparell the least phrase you speake, Speake in the shortest sentence. You have vanquish'd me At mine owne weapon: noble sir, I love you: And what my heart durt never tell my tongue Least it should blab my thoughts, at last I speake And iterate, I love you. Oh, my happiness What wilt thou feele me still? art thou not weary Of making me thy May-game to possesse me Of such a treasures mighty Magozin, Not suffer me t' inioy't, tane with this hand, With that to get another. You are sad Sir, Be so no more, it you have beene dejected It lies in me to mount you to that height, You could not ayme at greater, I am yours. These lips that only witnesse it in aire Now with this truth confirme it. I was borne to 't, And it shall out at once. Sir, you seeme passionate, As if my answer pleasd not. Now my death, For mine owne tongue must kill me, noble Lady. You have indeered me to you, but my vow Was ne'ere to match with any of what state Or birth soever, till before the contract, Some one thing I impose her. She to doo't? Or if she faile me in my first demand I to abjure her ever. I am shee. That beg to be implyde so, name a danger Whose very face would fright all womanhood, And manhood put in trance, nay whose aspect Would ague such, as should but heare it told: But to the sad beholder, proove like those That gaz'd upon Medusaes snakie lockes, And turn'd them into Marble: Thse and more Should you but speak't I'de doe. And sweare to this? I vw it by my honour, my best hopes And all that I wish gracious, nae it then, For I am in a longing in my soule, To shew my loves expression. You shall then, I'le doe't as I am a Virgine. Lye it within mortality, I'le doe't. You shall? I will: that which appeares in you So terrible to speake, I'le joy to act, And take pride in performance. Then you shall. What? Souldier, What? Love noble Valladara, And at his soonest appointment marry him. Vnkind man, thou hast kil'd me. And my salfe with the same stroke. Oh, Noble Englishman, Thou now appear'st a mirrour. But in this, Pray Sir can you be serious?