Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
O good Sir Hugh, how long have you laid a fruitless siege Unto a Port that is impregnable; I thank ye, and must needs Acknowledge my love, if I had such a Lunacy, to be a debt To you, you have deserved it were it worth receipt. Then give desert his due? leave of these nice points of cold Virginity, and warm affection in the sweet embraces Of a Noble Husband, fitter for your state than this Cloister habit. So shall you win a second power to yours, this Noble Prince Will with a husband be a strong defence Against your enemies. Add to necessity, a proved Loyalty, a love that will not Claim equality, but bound unto. No more, no more I pray, while sure my foes would not This Cruel be, to encounter me at such unequal odds, So many Soldiers 'gainst a silly woman, you cannot call This Conquest if ye win: I claim the Law of Arms, A friendly parley ere the Battle join, the time Let it be now; I crave the friendly Respite of a month, Mean time, let me hear no more Love Alarms, then will I either yield ye up the Fort, or stand in the defiance. So so sir Hugh, there is now some hope. A promising fair hope, more than my three years' service Had before, a month sweet Beauty, O let it be more to show My love wears humble Constancy, let it be two, or three. I take you at your word, it shall be three sir Hugh, in which time, I lock, by virtue of this hand and tongue, your hand from any Suit that sounds but love, you shall not name the word Within my Presence, 'tis breach of peace if ye do. You have locked the Closet and keep the Key of it. Come then sir Hugh, since you have trust with love, let's deal with Arms another while, that when our foes Come, they may perceive that we expect 'em. My Life's my Countries, and I'll offered for them: Three months I go a banished man from hence, yet this I'll borrow from beauteous excellence, When my white Plume shall in the field be spread, My word of courage shall be Winifred. Alas good Prince, I can but pity thee, And grieve because my pity's pitiless; Like a miser's Alms, God help; without Charity: For I shall never quite thy labouring love. No Prince Amphiabell, you have wedded me to a Celestial Bridegroom, you have taught my ignorance a knowing intellect: 'tis well begun, and who would not persevere To Love that love that lives, and lasts for ever? I come to strengthen you fair Winifred, so to continue I hope I need not, yet not so strictly to Virginity As to the Christian Faith; for Wedlock is an ordinance from Heaven, Though junior to the single purity In this chaste Wedlock, doth the Conquest win, She knows the tree forbid, it will not sin.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O good Sir Hugh, how long have you lay'd a fruitles siege Vnto a Port that is impregnable; I thanke yee, and must needes Acknowledge my love, if I had such a Lunacy, to be a debt To you, you have deserv'd it were it worth Receite. Then give desert his due? leave of these nice poynts of cold Virginity, and warme affection in the sweet imbraces Of a Noble Huband, fitter for your state than this Cloyster habit. So shall you win a second poer to yours, this Noble Prince VVill with a husband be a strong defence Against your enemies. Adde to necessity, a proved Loyalty, a love that will not Claime equality, but bound unto. No more, no more I pray, whyle sure my foes would not This Cruell be, to incounter me at such unequall odds, So many Souldiers 'gainst a silly woman, you cannot call This Conquest if yee win: I claime the Law of Armes, A friendly parley ere the Battaile joyne, the time Let it be now; I crave the friendly Respite of a moneth, Meane time, let me heare no more Love Alarmes, then will I either yeeld yee up the Fort, or stand in the defiance. So so sir Hugh, there is now some hope. A promising faire hope, more than my three yeares service Had before, a moneth sweet Beauty, O let it be more to shew My love weares humble Constancy, let it be two, or three. I take you at your word, it shall be three sir Hugh, in which time, I locke, by vertue of this hand and tonge, your hand from any Suite that founds but love, you shall not name the word Within my Presence, tis breach of peace if yee doe. You have lockt the Closset and keepe the Key of it. Come then sir Hugh, since you have trust with love, Lets deale with Armes another while, that when our foes Come, they may perceive that we expect 'em. My Lifes my Countries, and Ile offert for them: Three moneths I goe a banisht man from hence, yet this Ile borrow from beautious excellence, When my white Plume shall in the field be spread, My word of courage shall be Winifred. Alas good Prince, I can but pitty thee, And grieve because my pittie's pittilesse; Like a misers Almes, God helpe; without Charity: For I shall never quite thy labouring love. No Prince Amphiabell, you have wedded me to a Celestiall Bridegroome, you have taught my ignorance a knowing intellect: Tis well begun, and who would not persevere To Love that love that lives, and lasts for ever? I come to strengthen you faire Winifred, so to continue I hope I neede not, yet not so strictly to Virginity As to the Christian Faith; for Wedlocke is an ordinance from Heaven, Though Iunior to the single purity In this chast Wedlocke, doth the Conquest win, She knowes the tree forbid, it will not sinne.