Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1634 [licensed for stage, Jun 24] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti typicality 0.90 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Follow her, my Lord, she is stolen to her chamber: this will Give you admittance through my Lodgings, I'll excuse Your absence, there be more ways toth' wood, try all. How much you bless me, she shall want no trial, This opportunity is worth an Empire. What shall I say? consent, dear Lady, to Be mine, and thou shalt taste more happiness, Then woman's fierce ambition can pursue; Shift more delights, than the warm-spring can boast Variety of leaves, or wealthy harvest Grain from the teeming earth. Joy shall dry all Thy tears, and take his throne up, in thy eyes, Where it shall sit, and bless whate'er they shine on. The night shall Sow her pleasures in thy bosom, And morning shall rise only to salute thee. Enough, too much. My Lord, I hoped when last Your importunity enforced my promise Of other answer, I should never see you, If being a sad prisoner to my chamber, Might have prevented your access: but since I am betrayed to this discourse, receive What the necessity of fate compels to. Another answer? Yes, but such an one As must at least challenge affinity With what I said before: not your estate, Though multiplied to Kingdoms, and those wasted With your invention, to serve my pleasures, Have power to bribe my life away from him, To whose use I am bid to wear it; be yet just, And seek no further to pollute the stream Of my chaste thoughts, I'll rather choose to die Poor wife to Peregrine, then live a king's Inglorious strumpet, can you think my Lord, Should I give up my freedom to your bend, And for the pride of wealth, sell woman in me, (For she must lose that name, that once turns whore) Could I arrive at impudence enough To come abroad, and not be moved to hear My shame from every tongue, but scorn my infamy, (As 'tis the nature of this sin to strengthen itself still with a greater) could you think, If no religion can correct your wildness, Another's price, or pleasure, would not buy me Even from your arms? there is no faith in lust, And she that dares be false to one she loves, Will twine with all the world, and never blush for't, Kiss, and betray as often. Think on this, And call yourself home, Lady, I have heard you, And do allow the excuse, I do not urge, Although your husband's absence may plead for't, You should be generally at my dispose, Disclaim all place, and person, but what's mine, I am not so ambitious, my desires Are humble, and beg only so much favour To admit me to one service, (you know what To understand by it) and if you like not My activity handsomely, discharge me again. Worse than infection, how dare you speak This blasphemy to honour, or I hear it? it's not to be avoided, I have secured Your Chamber, Lady. Innocence defend me.
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Follow her, my Lord, she is stolen to her chamber: thi wil Give you admittance through my Lodgings, I'le excuse Your absence, there bee more wayes to'th wood, trie all. How much you blesse mee, shee shall want noe triall, This opportunitie is worth an Empire. What shall I say? consent, deere Ladie, to Be mine, and thou shat tast more happinesse, Then womans fierce ambition can persue; Shift more delights, then the warme-spring can boast Varietie of leaves, or wealthie harvest Graine from the teeming earth. Joy shall dry all Thy teares, and take his throne up, in thy eies, Where it shall sit, and blesse what e're they shine on. The night shall Sowe her pleasures in thy bosome, And morning shall rise only to salute thee. Enough, too much. My Lord, I hop'd when last Your importunitie inforc'd my promise Of other answer, I should never see you, If being a sad prisoner to my chamber, Might have prevented your accesse: but since I am betraid to this discourse, receive What the necessitie of fate compells to. Another answer? Yes, but such an one As must at least challenge affinitie With what I said before: not your estate, Though multiplied to Kingdomes, and those wasted With your invention, to serue my pleasures, Have power to bribe my life away from him, To whose use I am bid to weare it; be yet just, And seeke no further to pollute the streame Of my chast thoughts, Ile rather choose to die Poore wife to Peregrine, then live a Kings Inglorious strumpet, can you thinke my Lord, Should I give up my freedome to your bende, And for the pride of wealth, sell woman in mee, (For she must loose that name, that once turnes whore) Could I arrive at impudence enough To come abroad, and not be mou'd to heare My shame from every tongue, but scorne my infamie, (As tis the nature of this sinne to strengthen It selfe still with a greater) could you thinke, If noe religion can correct your wildnesse, Anothers price, or pleasure, would not buy mee Even from your armes? there is no faith in lust, And she that dares be false to one she loves, Will twine with all the world, and never blush for't, Kisse, and betraie as often. Thinke on this, And call your selfe home, Lady, I have heard you, And doe allow the excuse, I doe not urge, Although your husbands absence may plead for't, You should be generallie at my dispose, Disclaime all place, and person, but what's mine, I am not so ambitious, my desires Are humble, and beg only so much favour To admit me to one service, (you know what To understand by it) and if you like not My activitie handsomelie, discharge mee agen. Worse then infection, how dare you speake This blasphemie to honor, or I heare it? I'ts not to be avoyded, I have secur'd Your Chamber, Ladie. Innocence defend mee.