Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1635 [licensed for stage, Oct 15] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.82 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Yes many, give me leave to smile my Lord, I shall not need to interpret in what sense, But you have showed yourself right honourable, And for your love to Ladies have deserved, If their vote might prevail a marble statue, I make no comment on the people's text. My Lord I should be sorry to offend. You cannot Madam, these are things we owe To nature for. And honest men will pay Their debts. If they be able, or compound. She had a hard heart, would be unmerciful, And not give day to men so promising, But you owed women nothing, Yes I am Still in their debt, and I must owe them love, It was part of my character. With your Lordship's Pardon I only said, you had a fame For loving women, but of late men say You have against the imperial laws of love, Restrained the active flowings of your blood, And with a Mistress buried all that is Hoped for in love's succession, as all beauty Had died with her, and left the world benighted! In this you more dishonour all our sex Than you did grace a part, when everywhere Love tempts your eye to admire a glorious harvest, And everywhere as full blown ears submit Their golden heads, the laden trees bow down Their willing fruit, and court your amorous tasting. I see men would dissect me to a fiber, But do you believe this? It is my wonder! I must confess a man of nobler earth Then goes to vulgar composition, Borne and bred high, so unconfined, so rich In fortunes, and so read in all that sum Up humane knowledge, to feed gloriously, And live at court, the only sphere wherein True beauty moves, nature's most wealthy garden, Where every blossom is more worth, than all The Hesperian fruit, by jealous Dragon watched Where all delights do circle appetite, And pleasures multiply by being tasted,) Should be so lost with thought of one, turn ashes. There's nothing left my Lord that can excuse you, Unless you plead, what I am ashamed to prompt Your wisdom too? What that? That you have played The Surgeon with yourself And am made Eunuch. It were much pity. Trouble not yourself, I could convince your fears with demonstration That I am man enough, but knew not where Until this meeting beauty dwelled; the court You talked of must be where the queen of love is, Which moves but with your person, in your eye Her glory shines, and only at that flame Her wanton boy doth light his quickening torch. Nay now you compliment, I would it did My Lord for your own sake. You would be kind, And love me then. My Lord I should be loving Where I found worth to invite it, and should cherish A constant man. Then you should me Madam. But is the ice about your heart fallen off, Can you return to do what love commands? Cupid thou shall have instant sacrifice. And I dare be the Priest.
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Yes many, give me leave to smile my Lord, I shall not neede to interpret in what sence, But you have shewd your selfe right honorable, And for your love to Ladies have deserv'd, If their vote might prevaile a marble statue, I make no comment on the peoples text. My Lord I should be sorry to offend. You cannot Madam, these are things we owe To nature for. And honest men will pay Their debts. If they be able, or compound. She had a hard heart, would be unmercifull, And not give day to men so promising, But you ow'd women nothing, Yes I am Still in their debt, and I must owe them love, It was part of my character. With your Lordships Pardon I onely said, you had a fame For loving women, but of late men say You have against the imperiall lawes of love, Restraind the active flowings of your bloud, And with a Mistris buried all that is Hop'd for in loves succession, as all beauty Had died with her, and left the world benighted! In this you more dishonor all our sexe Than you did grace a part, when every where Love tempts your eye to admire a glorious harvest, And every where as full blowne eares submit Their golden heads, the laden trees bow downe Their willing fruit, and court your amorous tasting. I see men would dissect me to a fibre, But doe you beleeve this? It is my wonder! I must confesse a man of nobler earth Then goes to vulgar composition, Borne and bred high, so unconfind, so rich In fortunes, and so read in all that summe Vp humane knowledge, to feed gloriously, And live at court, the onely spheare wherein True beauty moves, natures most wealthy garden, Where every blossome is more worth, than all The Hesperian fruite, by jealous Dragon watch'd Where all delights doe circle appetite, And pleasures multiply by being tasted,) Should be so lost with thought of one, turne ashes. There's nothing left my Lord that can excuse you, Vnlesse you pleade, what I am asham'd to prompt Your wisedome too? What that? That you have plaid The Surgeon with your selfe And am made Eunuch. It were much pitty. Trouble not your selfe, I could convince your feares with demonstration That I am man enough, but knew not where Vntill this meeting beauty dwelt; the court You talk'd of must be where the queene of love is, Which moves but with your person, in your eye Her glory shines, and onely at that flame Her wanton boy doth light his quickning torch. Nay now you complement, I would it did My Lord for your owne sake. You would be kind, And love me then. My Lord I should be loving Where I found worth to invite it, and should cherish A constant man. Then you should me Madam. But is the ice about your heart fallen off, Can you returne to doe what love commands? Cupid thou shall have instand sacrifice. And I dare be the Priest.