Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Make this apparent. Thus: All the Arcadian Swains & Nymphs that ●● Your brows engird with this forsaken wreath Will take note of his falsehood, and your faith; Your innocence, and his inconstancy: And those that wear tears in their eyes for you, Of love and pity, to be thus abused, Will steep their tongues in wormwood and in gall, To brand him for his open perjury; Their pity, with your patience joined, (With this to boot) will prove an absolute cure. Some ease I find already, crown me than. May, wheresoever your head you softly pillow, Be ne'er more troubled, whilst thus wreathed in willow Nor shall it, Alope, for from this hour, Heart's grief nor heads pain shall of me have power. I now have chased hence sorrow. This conceit Hath took me highly; and great pity 'tis, That such choice wits should find no other ears Than those that Swains, and flocks, and fowls have. Wit So spent, is only treasured in the air. The earth hath lest part on't. Virgins, Good day. Nay, do not fall too low. You are our Queen. And Lady of our fortunes. By that title I do command you than to spare your knees. Nay rise. 'Tis only by your Grace and goodness We breathe and live. It is enough to me, That you present us such acknowledgement. And as for you, fair Virgin, I could wish Your Willow were a Laurel. Nay, so 'tis: Because all such may be styled Conquerors, That can subdue the it passions. Our fear is, That if our rude discourse have touched your ear, The coarseness might offend you. Pleased us highly: Which that you may perceive in me's unfeignd, I charge you, as I an your Sovereigness, All coyness and evasion set apart, To be most free in language. Imposition That comes from you is unto us a Law, Which aught to be kept sacred. I'll as freely Command than, as you willing are t'obey, For were I not a Queen, I'd wish to be As one of you, a witty Shepherdess. Pray sing me something of your country life, To make me more in love with't. 'tis our fear; A life that is so mean, so ill expressed As needs it must be, (if imposed on us) May make you rather loathe it. I had thought Courts only had been filled with compliment, Of which I see, the cottage is not clear. Give not our simple truth, and fear to offend, A character we know not (gracious Queen) But howsoever, if you make us faulty, You have the power to pardon. And presume That's granted, ever the offence be. Than thus, Madam.
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Make this apparant. Thus: All th' Arcadian Swains & Nymphs that Your browes ingirt with this for ſaken wreath Will take note of his falſhood, and your faith; Your innocence, and his inconſtancie: And thoſe that weare teares in their eies for you, Of love and pitty, to be thus abus'd, Will ſteep their tongues in wormwood and in gall, To brand him for his open perjury; Their pitty, with your patience join'd, (With this to boot) will prove an abſolute cure. Some eaſe I finde already, crowne me then. May, whereſoe're your head you ſoftly pillow, Be ne're more troubled, whil'ſt thus wreath'd in willow Nor ſhall it, Alope, for from this houre, Hearts griefe nor heads paine ſhall of me have power. I now have chac'd hence ſorrow. This conceit Hath tooke me highly; and great pitty 'tis, That ſuch choice wits ſhould finde no other eares Than thoſe that Swains, and flocks, and fowls have. Wit So ſpent, is only treaſur'd in the aire. The earth hath leaſt part on't. Virgins, Good day. Nay, do not fall too low. You are our Queen. And Lady of our fortunes. By that title I do command you then to ſpare your knees. Nay riſe. 'Tis only by your Grace and goodneſſe We breathe and live. It is enough to me, That you preſent us ſuch acknowledgement. And as for you, faire Virgin, I could wiſh Your Willow were a Lawrel. Nay, ſo 'tis: Becauſe all ſuch may be ſtyl'd Conquerors, That can ſubdue the ir paſſions. Our feare is, That if our rude diſcourſe have toucht your eare, The courſeneſſe might offend you. Pleas'd us highly: Which that you may perceive in mee's vnfeignd, I charge you, as I am your Soveraigneſſe, All coyneſſe and evaſion ſet apart, To be moſt free in language. Impoſition That comes from you is vnto us a Law, Which ought to be kept ſacred. I'le as freely Command then, as you willing are t'obey, For were I not a Queen, I'de wiſh to be As one of you, a witty Shepheardeſſe. Pray ſing me ſomthing of your countrey life, To make me more in love with't. Tis our feare; A life that is ſo meane, ſo ill expreſt As needs it muſt bee, (if impos'd on us) May make you rather loath it. I had thought Courts onely had beene fill'd with complement, Of which I ſee, the cottage is not cleare. Give not our ſimple truth, and feare to offend, A character we know not (gratious Queene) But howſoever, if you make us faulty, You have the power to pardon. And preſume That's granted, e're the offence be. Then thus, Madam.