Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Apr 20] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
And be most happy if by any service You teach me to deserve your fair opinion. It is not civil to eavesdrop him, but I'm sure he talks on't now. Of what? Of Love, is any thing more ridiculous? You know I never cherish that condition, In you 'tis the most harsh unpleasing discord, But I hope you will be instructed better Knowing how much my fancy goes against it, Talk not of that and welcome. You retain I see your unkind temper, will no thought Soften your heart, disdain agrees but ill With so much beauty; if you would persuade, Me not to love you, strive to be less fair; Undo that face, and so become a Rebel, To heaven and Nature. You do love my face then! As heavenly prologue to your mind, I do not Dote like Pygmalion on the colours! No you cannot, his was a painted Mistress, Or if it be the mind you so pretend To affect, you increase my wonder of your folly, For I have told you that so often. What? My mind so opposite to all your Courtship, That I had rather hear the tedious tales Of Hollinghead, than any thing that trenches On Love, if you come fraught with any, Cupid's devices, keep 'em for his whirligigs, Or land the next edition of his Messenger, Or post with a mad packet, I shall but Laugh at them, and pity you. That pity— Do not mistake me, it shall be a very Miserable pity without love! Were I a man, and had but half that handsomeness, (For though I have not love, I hate detraction,) Ere I would put my invention to the sweat Of Compliment, to court my Mistress hand And call her smile blessing beyond a Sun beam, Entreat to wait upon her, give her Rings With wanton, or most lamentable Poesies, I would turn thrasher. This is a new doctrine, From women. ' I will concern your peace, to have some faith in't. You would not be neglected. You neglect yourselves, the Nobleness of your birth and nature By servile flattery of this jigging, And that coy Mistress, keep your privilege Your Masculine property. Is there So great a happiness in nature! There's one just a your mind; can there be such happiness In nature, fie upon't if it were possible, That ever I should be so mad to love, To which I thank my Stars I am not inclined, I should not hold such servants worth my garters, Though they would put me in security To hang themselves, and ease me of their visits. Y'are a strange gentlewoman! why, look you Lady? I am not so enchanted with your virtues But I do know myself, and at what distance To look upon such Mistresses, I can be scurvily conditioned, you are— As thou dost hope for any good, rail now But a little. I could provoke you.
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And be most happy if by any service You teach me to deserve your faire opinion. It is not civill to uesdrop him, but I'me sure he talkes on't now. Of what? Of Love, is any thing more ridiculous? You know I never cherish that condition, In you tis the most harsh unpleasing discord, But I hope you will be instructed better Knowing how much my fancy goes against it, Talke not of that and welcome. You retaine I see your unkind temper, will no thought Soften your heart, disdaine agrees but ill With so much beauty; if you would perswade, Me not to love you, strive to be lesse faire; Vndoe that face, and so become a Rebell, To heaven and Nature. You doe love my face then! As heavenly prologue to your minde, I doe not Dote like Pigmalion on the colours! No you cannot, his was a painted Mistris, Or if it be the minde you so pretend To affect, you encrease my wonder of your folly, For I have told you that so often. What? My minde so opposit to all your Courtship, That I had rather heare the redious tales Of Hollinghead, then any thing that trenches On Love, if you come fraught with any, Cupids devises, keepe em for his whirligiggs, Or lande the next edition of his Messenger, Or post with a mad packet, I shall but Laugh at them, and pitty you. That pitty— Doe not mistake me, it shall be a vry Miserable pitty without love! Were I a man, and had but halfe that hansom nesse, (For though I have not love, I hate detraction,) Ere I would put my invention to the sweate Of Complement, to court my Mistris hand And call her smile blessing beyond a Sunne beame, Entrat to wait upon her, give her Rings With wanton, or most lamentable Poesies, I would turne thrasher. This is a new doctrine, From women. 'I will concern your peace, to hav some faith in't. You would not be neglected. You neglect Your selves, the Noblenesse of your birth and nature By servile flattery of this jigging, And that coy Mistresse, keepe your priviledge Your Masculine property. Is there So great a happinesse in nature! Theres one just a your minde; can there be such happinesse In nature, fye upont if it were possible, That ever I should be so mad to love, To which I thanke my Starres I am not inclin'd, I should not hold such servants worth my garters, Though they would put me in security To hang themselves, and ease me of their visits. Y'are a strange gentlewoman! why, look you Lady? I am not so inchanted with your vertues But I do know my selfe, and at what distance To looke upon such Mistresses, I can be scurvely conditiond, you are— As thou dost hope for any good, rayle now But a little. I could provoke you.