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 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Oh that some whirlwind would but snatch me up, And bear me to a desert wilderness, Where never man was known, to sunder me So far, If not much further, from my shame. Pray sir, why should this beauty trouble you. If one of your acquaintance. I hope Lady, you are not jealous, are you? Sir look up: you are no whit like the man. But she the woman, For whom the sword thus thirsts: is this a vision? Or else some waking dream. And have I found thee villain? Thinkest thou Majesty can be protection for a common thief? This is that base felonious impudent, Shame to his Nation, scandal to his birth, And a disgrace unto that Royal Court, In which he seems protected. Ha, who I? Pineda guilty; shall we bolster theft, And patronage dishonour. justice Queen, justice great sir, let not this high tribunal. So famous by that Virgin, sent from heaven, That bears the sword and balance, now be taxed Of favour, or connivance. As we hope, To be held worthy of the Crown we wear, Thou shalt not find us partial. Hence from us, For till thou canst approve thine Innocence, And clear this black aspersion thrown on thee, Wee heere abandon thee, to the averitie Of the law's rigorous censure. You amaze me, Nor know I what this means. I challenge then this man for stealing from me The fellow to this slipper. Of which crime, I here protest me clear: Name the time where. That night, when I became thy Paramour, breasted thee, in these arms received thee Into my free Embraces, and imparted The lavish store of such voluptuous sweets, I lent with all profuseness I do this! Madam, by all my favours stored in you, I never looked upon that face till now; Nor do I know what this Imposture means. What saith my Page to this? That 'tis most false, And what my Lady here protests for true, That, noble fit, I'm witness, as a man To all his unjust actions accessary. Produce me as a party? May this presence, And awful Throne, 'fore which I stand accused, Pronounce me as a man forsook and lost, If in the least of what these two suggest, I have the smallest knowledge. Both ways strange. Bring me in censure? by that royalty, Beneath whose grace I breathe, she is to me As foreign as an Indian: and her cause As far from my acquaintance: by my life, Which ne'er before a more Royal Court, Could have been called in question: what she is, I know not: of what Nation, birth, degree; How, or from whence derived, what continent, Or from what place she's come; she may be Turk, But More she cannot be, she is so fair, she's strange to me, yet somewhat should I say; To breast with her, I might as well have done it With a Bear, or lioness: Madam with her I vow I never did.
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Oh that some whirle-wind would but snatch mee up, And beare me to a desart wildernesse, Where never man was knowne, to sunder mee So farre, If not much further, from my shame. Pray sir, why should this beautie trouble you. If one of your acquaintance. I hope Lady, you are not Iealous, are you? Sir looke up: you are no whit like the man. But shee the woman, For whom the sword thus thirstes: is this a vision? Or else some waking dreame. And have I found thee villaine? Think'st thou Majestie can be protection for a common thiefe? This is that base fellonious impudente, Shame to his Nation, scandall to his birth, And a disgrace unto that Royall Court, In which hee seemes protected. Ha, who I? Pineda guilty; shall wee bolster theft, And patronage dishonour. Iustice Queene, Iustice great sir, let not this hie tribunall. So famous by that Virgin, sent from heaven, That beares the sword and ballance, now be taxt Of favour, or connivence. As wee hope, To be held worthy of the Crowne wee weare, Thou shalt not find us partiall. Hence from us, For till thou canst approve thine Innocence, And cleere this blacke aspersion throwne on thee, Wee heere abandon thee, to the averitie Of the Lawes rigorous censure. You amaze mee, Nor know I what this meanes. I challenge then this man for stealing from mee The fellow to this slipper. Of which crime, I heere protest mee cleare: Name the time where. That night, when I became thy Paramore, brested thee, in these armes received the Into my free Imbraces, and imparted The lavish store of such voluptuous sweetes, I lent with all profusenesse I doe this! Madam, by all my favours stor'd in you, I never look'd upon that face till now; Nor doe I know what this Imposture meanes▪ What saith my Page to this? That 'tis most false, And what my Lady heere protests for true, That, noble fit, I'me witnesse, as a man To all his vnjust actions accessary. Produce mee as a party? May this presence, And awefull Throne, 'fore which I stand accus'd, Pronounce mee as a man forsooke and lost, If in the least of what these two suggest, I have the smallest knowledge. Both wayes strange. Bring mee in censure? by that royalty, Beneath whose grace I breathe, shee is to mee As forraine as an Indian: and her cause As farre from my acquintance: by my life, Which ne're before a more Royall Court, Could have bin call'd in question: what shee is, I know not: of what Nation, birth, degree; How, or from whence deriv'd, what continent, Or from what place shee's come; shee may be Turke, But More shee cannot bee, shee is so faire, Shee's strange to me, yet somewhat should I say; To brest with her, I might as well have done it With a Beare, or Lionnesse: Madam with her I vow I never did.