Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1634 [licensed for stage, Jun 24] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Just heaven hath heard my prayers, happy Bellamia. What riches I embrace, what worlds of treasures, In every kiss, how many lives I take From those sweet smiles? Who could suspect this Lady? But I am lost again, in what place am I? is't not a Prison? oh that sad thought shoots A trembling through me. All is cured again. I am free too, out of debt, Nay I did wonder at it. You amaze me. Wast not a brave Physician, that could cure Two such distempers, when my soul, and fortune Lay gasping, to recover both? 'tis done, Done by thy friend, and mine, that honest Lord Hath paid all, to the scruple of a fee, What thanks shall we both pay him my Bellamia? Can he hath done this miracle, allow A place for lust within him? 'tis impossible. But he is coming hither, stay not thou, It will require more leisure to express Thy gratitude, return, and tell thy friends The wonder first, that when I shall present His person next, they may have spacious souls, To admire and entertain him. I obey you, Do not allay this unexpected joy With a sad change good heaven. You will expect him. Religiously, an age I'll wait for him, I prithee stay, and witness with what cheerfulness I'll ask his pardon. He is come. My Lord, As you have made me object of your mercy, By such an act of bounty, as no times Have gloried in, and in that shown the clearness Of your brave soul, uncapable of stain, Still let it shine with charity, and make Me confident of pardon, for an injury I blush, and dare bleed for, to show repentance. Are you then satisfied? I am my Lord. I was bold, but with no purpose to disparage Your credit, to discharge some trifling debts. They were great, my Lord, and must enlarge my acknowledgement, you have obliged two lives to pray for you. And the whole age to admire. You would encourage me. One word, your honour's safe again. And happy. Mine suffers, 'tis but young and growing on me, It bleeds by your suspicion, I was bound To this expense, 'tis a malicious World, And men are apt to imagine, I was glad You were in prison, to preserve my skin with some excuse, this brand must not come near My forehead, though your sea be calm, I would not Have my fame lost i'th' tempest of men's tongues, I have made no reply, in point of man, To your challenge, and the noise may be dispersed, Nor will what you are pleased to accept, render Me less unquestioned, but beget men's fears At a high rate I have bribed your patience Basely, perhaps, their impudence will reach To say, I have bought my passage to your Lady, And your consent toth' shame, I will proclaim you Noble to all the World, and my preserver.
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Iust heaven hath heard my prayers, happy Bellamia. What riches I embrace, what worlds of treasures, In every kisse, how manie lives I take From those sweet smiles? Who could suspect this Ladie? But I am lost agen, in what place am I? I'st not a Prison? oh that sad thought shoots A trembling through me. All is cur'd agen. I am free too, out of debt, Nay I did wonder at it. You amaze me. Wast not a brave Physitian, that could cure Two such distempers, when my soule, and fortune Lay gasping, to recover both? 'tis done, Done by thy friend, and mine, that honest Lord Hath paid all, to the scruple of a fee, What thanks shall we both pay him my Bellamia? Can he hath done this miracle, allow A place for lust within him? 'tis impossible. But he is comming hither, stay not thou, It will require more leasure to expresse Thy gratitude, returne, and tell thy friends The wonder first, that when I shall present His person next, they may have spacious soules, To admire and entertaine him. I obey you, Doe not allay this unexpected joy With a sad change good heaven. You will expect him. Religiously, an age I'le wait for him, I prethee stay, and witnesse with what cheerfulnesse I'le aske his pardon. He is come. My Lord, As you have made me object of your mercy, By such an act of bounty, as noe times Have gloried in, and in that showne the cleerenesse Of your braue soule, uncapable of staine, Still let it shine with charity, and make Mee confident of pardon, for an injurie I blush, and dare bleede for, to shew repentance. Are you then satisfied? I am my Lord. I was bold, but with no purpose to disparage Your credit, to discharge some trifling debts. They were great, my Lord, and must enlarge my acknowledgment, you have oblig'd two lives to pray for you. And the whole age to admire. You would encourage mee. One word, your honor's safe agen. And happy. Mine suffers, 'tis but yong and growing on me, It bleeds by your suspition, I was bound To this expence, 'tis a malicious World, And men are apt to imagine, I was glad You were in prison, to preserue my skinne with some excuse, this brand must not come neere My forehead, though your sea be calme, I would not Have my fame lost i'th tempest of mens tongues, I have made no reply, in point of man, To your challenge, and the noyse may be dispers'd, Nor will what you are pleas'd to accept, render Me lesse unquestioned, but beget mens feares At a high rate I have brib'd your patience Baselie, perhaps, their impudence will reach To say, I have bought my passage to your Ladie, And your consent to'th shame, I will proclaime you Noble to all the World, and my preserver.