Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Nov 11] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Yes forsooth. I know not which way to begin, to me He has betrayed he loves her, she is present. Will you be sad still cousin, why d'ee grieve? Be kinder to yourself, trust me, I weep When I am alone, for you. Sorrow and I Are taking leave I hope, and these are only Some drops after the cloud has wept his violence: Were one thing finished, I should ne'er be sad more, And I cannot despair to know it done, Since the effect depends upon your love. My love? 'tis justice you command my service, I would I were so happy. Make me so, By your consent to my desire. Pray name it. I only ask your love, pray give it me. My love? why do you mock my poor heart, which Pours all it has upon you? y'are possessed of that already. You examine not The extent of my request, for when you have Given what I ask, your love, you must no more Direct it, as you please, the power's in me How to dispose it. And you shall for ever, I have no passion that shall not know obedience to you. Your love by gift Made mine, I give my husband you, love him. I always did. But in a nearer way: Love him as I do, with a resolution To give yourself to him, if he desire it. I understand you not, or if you do Suspect I cherish any lawless fame— Thou art to innocent; be less, and do An act to endear us both, I know he loves thee; Meet it, dear coz, 'tis all I beg of thee; I know you think it a most strange request, But it will make fortunate. Grief I fear Hath made her wild, d''ee know what you desire? Yes, that you love my husband: modesty Will not allow me to discourse my wish In every circumstance, but think how desperate My wound is, that would have so strange a cure, he'll love me then, and trust me i'll not study Revenge, as other wives perhaps would do, But thank thee, and indeed an act like this; So full of love, with so much loss and shame too, For mine and his sake, will deserve all duty, I have no patience to hear more, and could I let in a thought, you meant this earnest, I should forget I knew you; but you cannot Be fall'n from so much goodness, I confess I have no confidence in your husband's virtue, He has attempted me; but shall hope sooner To leave a stain upon the sun, then bribe Me to so foul a guilt; I have no life Without my innocence, and you cannot make yourself more miserable, then to wish it from me: Oh, do not lose the merit of your faith, And truth to him, though he forget himself, By thinking to relieve yourself thus sinfully, But sure you do but try me all this while.
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Yes forsooth. I know not which way to beginne, to me Hee has betraid he loves her, she is present. Will you be sad still Cozen, why d'ee greeve? Be kinder to your selfe, trust me, I weepe When I am alone, for you. Sorrow and I Are taking leave I hope, and these are onely Some drops after the cloud has wept his violence: Were one thing finish'd, I should nere be sad more, And I cannot despaire to know it done, Since the effect depends upon your love. My love? tis justice you command my service, I would I were so happie. Make me so, By your consent to my desire. Pray name it. I onely aske your love, praie give it me. My love? why doe you mocke my poore hart, which Poures all it has upon you? y'are possest of that alreadie. You examine not The extent of my request, for when you have Given what I aske, your love, you must no more Direct it, as you please, the power's in me How to dispose it. And you shall for ever, I have no passion that shall not know obedience to you. Your love by gift Made mine, I give my husband you, love him. I alwaies did. But in a neerer way: Love him as I doe, with a resolution To give your selfe to him, if he desire it. I understand you not, or if you doe Suspect I cherish any lawlesse fame— Thou art to innocent; be lesse, and doe An act to endeare us both, I know he loves thee; Meete it, deere coose, 'tis all I beg of thee; I know you thinke it a most strange request, But it will make fortunate. Greife I feare Hath made her wild, d'ee know what you desire? Yes, that you love my husband: modestie Will not allow me to discourse my wish In everie circumstance, but thinke how desperate My wound is, that would have so strange a cure, Hee'le love me then, and trust me i'le not studie Revenge, as other wives perhappes would doe, But thanke thee, and indeede an act like this; So full of love, with so much losse and shame too, For mine and his sake, will deserve all dutie, I have no patience to heare more, and could I let in a thought, you meant this earnest, I should forget I knew you; but you cannot Be falne from so much goodnesse, I confesse I have no confidence in your husbands vertue, He has attempted me; but shall hope sooner To leave a staine upon the sunne, then bribe Mee to so foule a guilt; I have no life Without my innocence, and you cannot make Your selfe more miserable, then to wish it from me: Oh, do not loose the merit of your faith, And truth to him, though he forget himselfe, By thinking to releeve your selfe thus sinfullie, But sure you doe but trie me all this while.