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 0.77 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I have a stubborn soul else. You are all Composed of harmony. What love d'ye mean? That which doth perfect both, Madam you have heard I can be constant, and if you consent To grace it so, there is a spacious dwelling Prepared within my heart for such a Mistress. Your Mistress, my good Lord? Why my good Lady? Your sex doth hold it no dishonour To become Mistress to a noble servant In the now court, platonic way, consider Who 'tis that pleads to you, my birth, and present Value can be no stain to your embrace, But these are shadows when my love appears, Which shall in his first miracle return Me in my bloom of youth, and thee a Virgin, When I within some new Elysium Of purpose made and meant for us, shall be In every thing Adonis, but in his Contempt of love, and court thee from a Daphne Hid in the cold rind of a bashful tree, With such warm language, and delight, till thou Leap from that bays into the queen of love, And pay my conquest with composing garlands Of thy own myrtle for me. What's all this? Consent to be my Mistress Celestina, And we will have it Springtime all the year, Upon whose invitations when we walk, The winds shall play soft descant to our feet, And breathe rich odours to repure the air, Green bowers on every side shall tempt our stay, And Violets stoop to have us tread upon 'em. The red rose shall grow pale, being near thy cheek, And the white blush o'ercome with such a forehead, Here laid, and measuring with ourselves some bank, A thousand birds shall from the woods repair. And place themselves so cunningly, behind The leaves of every tree, that while they pay As tribute of their songs, thou shalt imagine The very trees bear music, and sweet voices Do grow in every arbour, here can we Embrace and kiss, tell tales, and kiss again, And none but heaven our rival. When we are Weary of these, what if we shift our Paradise? And through a grove of tall and even pine, Descend into a Valley, that shall shame All the delights of Tempe, upon whose Green plush the graces shall be called to dance To please us, and maintain their Fairy revels, To the harmonious murmurs of a stream That gently falls upon a rock of pearl, Here doth the Nymph forsaken Echo dwell, To whom we'll tell the story of our love, Till at our surfeit and her want of joy, We break her heart with envy, not far off A grove shall call us to a wanton river, To see a dying Swan give up the ghost, The fishes shooting up their tears in bubbles That they must lose the Genius of their waves, And such love linsey woolsey, to no purpose.
seed 43: T2 · seed 44: T3 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I have a stubborne soule else. You are all Composd of harmony. What love de'e meane▪ That which doth perfect both, Madam you have heard I can be constant, and if you consent To grace it so, there is a spacious dwelling Prepar'd within my heart for such a Mistrisse. Your Mistris, my good Lord? Why my good Lady? Your sexe doth hold it no dishonour To become Mistris to a noble servant In the now court, Platonicke way, consider Who tis that pleades to you, my birth, and present Value can be no staine to your embrace, But these are shadowes when my love appeares, Which shall in his first miracle returne Me in my bloome of youth, and thee a Virgin, When I within some new Elisium Of purpose made and meant for us, shall be In every thing Adonis, but in his Contempt of love, and court thee from a Daphne Hid in the cold rinde of a bashfull tree, With such warme language, and delight, till thou Leape from that bayes into the queene of love, And pay my conquest with composing garlands Of thy owne mirtle for me. Whats all this? Consent to be my Mistris Celestina, And we will have it Spring-time all the yeare, Vpon whose invitations when we walke, The windes shall play soft descant to our feete, And breathe rich odors to repure the aire, Greene bowers on every side shall tempt our stay, And Violets stoope to have us treade upon em. The red rose shall grow pale, being neere thy cheeke, And the white blush orecome with such a forehead, Here laid, and measuring with our selves some banke, A thousand birds shall from the woods repaire. And place themselves so cunningly, behinde The leaves of every tree, that while they pay As tribute of their songs, thou shat imagine The very trees beare musicke, and sweet voyces Doe grow in every arbour, here can we Embrace and kisse, tell tales, and kisse agen, And none but heaven our rivall. When we are Weary of these, what if we shift our Paradise? And through a grove of tall and even pine, Descend into a Vally, that shall shame All the delights of Tempe, upon whose Greene plush the graces shall be cald to dance To please us, and maintaine their Fairy revells, To the harmonious murmurs of a streame That gently falls upon a rocke of pearle, Here doth the Nimph forsaken Eccho dwell, To whom we'le tell the story of our love, Till at our surfet and her want of joy, We breake her heart with envy, not farre off A grove shall call us to a wanton river, To see a dying Swan give up the ghost, The fishes shooting up their teares in bubbles That they must lose the Genius of their waves, And such love linsey woolsey, to no purpose.