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 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Perhaps you'll see me again. Again and often, Thy stars are gentle to thee, many days, And years are yet between thee and that time That threatens loss of breath; see, I can thus Disperse the Clouds sat heavy on my brow, Wipe the moisture hence, 'tis day again; Take beams into thy eye, and let them sink Upon thy better fortune, live, live happily. Is Delamore alive? Dead and interred. From what can this hope rise? From thyself Beaumont; If thou wilt save thyself, I have heard all, And by the duty of my love am bound To hide your resolution, can you be So merciless to yourself to refuse life When it is offered with the best advantage Is Leonora's love? a price that should Buy you from all the World? be counseled sir, Oh, do not lose yourself in a vain passion For thought of me, I cancel all your vows, And give you back your heart, be free again If you will promise me to live and love. Leonora. That best of womankind, a mine of sweetness. But can you leave me then? I justify Thy choice of me in that, that to preserve thee Dare give thee back again, be Leonora's, For being mine thouart lost to all the World Better a thousand times, thou be made hers Then we both loose, i'll pawn my faith she'll love thee I'll be content to hear my Beaumont's well, And visit thee sometimes like a glad sister, And never beg a kiss, but if I weep At any time when we are together, Do not believe 'tis sorrow makes my eyes So wet, but joy to see my Beaumont living: As it is now to hope. If thou dost mean thus Thou dost the more to inflame me to be constant, Be not a miracle and I may be tempted To love my life above thee, by this kiss, Oh, give me but another in my death It will restore me by this innocent hand, While as I wish my soul I won't leave thee For the World's Kingdom. But you must, unless You change for Leonora, think of that, Think ere you be too rash. I'll think of thee, And honour to be read, I love Violante But never could deserve her, live thou happy, And by thy virtue teach a nearer way To heaven, we may meet yonder, do not make me More miserable than I am, by adding perjury To my bloody sin, the memory of thee Will at my execution advance My spirit to a— that men shall think I have changed my cause for martyrdom. Then here As of a dying man I take my leave, Farewell unhappy Beaumont, i'll pray for thee. 'tis possible I may live yet and be thine. These tears embalm thee If in this World we never meet My life is buried in thy winding sheet. This exceeds all my sorrow.
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Perhapps you'le see me agen. Agen and often, Thy starres are gentle to thee, many daies, And yeeres are yet betweene thee and that time That threatens losse of breath; see, I can thus Disperse the Clouds sate heavie on my brow, Wipe the moisture hence, tis day agen; Take beames into thy eye, and let them sinke Upon thy better fortune, live, live happilie. Is Delamore alive? Dead and interr'd. From what can this hope rise? From thy selfe Beaumont; If thou wilt save thy selfe, I have heard all, And by the duty of my love am bound To hide your resolution, can you be So merciles to your selfe to refuse life When it is offer'd with the best advantage Is Leonoras love? a price that should Buy you from all the World? be counsell'd sir, Oh, do not loose your selfe in a vaine passion For thought of me, I cancell all your vowes, And give you backe your heart, bee free againe If you will promise me to live and love. Leonora. That best of woman-kinde, a mine of sweetnes. But can you leave mee then? I justifie Thy choice of me in that, that to preserve thee Dare give thee backe agen, be Leonoras, For being mine th'art lost to all the World Better a thousand times, thou be made hers Then we both loose, i'le pawne my faith sheele love thee I'le be content to heare my Beaumonts well, And visite thee sometimes like a glad sister, And never beg a kisse, but if I weepe At any time when we are together, Do not beleeve 'tis sorrow makes my eyes So wet, but joy to see my Beaumont living: As it is now to hope. If thou dost meane thus Thou dost the more to inflame me to be constant, Be not a miracle and I may be tempted To love my life above thee, by this kisse, Oh, give me but another in my death It will restore me by this innocent hand, While as I wish my soule I wonot leave thee For the Worlds Kingdome. But you must, unlesse You change for Leonora, thinke of that, Thinke ere you be to rash. I'le thinke of thee, And honor to be read, I love Violante But never could deserve her, live thou happie, And by thy vertue teach a neerer way To heaven, we may meete yonder, do not make me More miserable then I am, by adding perjurie To my bloody sinne, the memory of thee Will at my execution advance My spirit to a —that men shall thinke I have chang'd my cause for martyrdome. Then here As of a dying man I take my leave, Farewell unhappie Beaumont, i'le pray for thee. Tis possible I may live yet and be thine. These teares embalme thee If in this World we never meete My life is buried in thy winding sheete. This exceeds all my sorrow.