Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
How lik'st her now, has she a good face? 'tis very well made Madam. Who does she resemble? yourself, I think Lady. ay, she's very like me. I would she were not. Why wouldst not have her like me? Because no like's the same. 'Tis too long to dally, away with shadows, and embrace The substance, introth I love thee; nay, do not fear— I'll Share all dangers with thee. Danger Madam, were she browed like Nemesis, tusked with Scorpions stings, as keen for spoil as an Incensed fury, I would stand in this quarrel 'gainst her Open throat: but do you not dally with a poor wretch? Wrong not my love with doubt, look I'll pay thee back Thy duty given to me, thouart my better by virtue of my Honourable love, I make thee here my head: Thou shalt No more descend unto my foot, here thy work shall be, Whilst in thine eyes two wanton Cupids skip, Thou shalt lay Velvet touches on my lip. Faith Madam, your lips deserve better than your foot, That's two pild velvet, this must needs be three: Nay since you have raised me above the instep I'll reach at the highest now. Yet all's not done, two pair of Rosy cheeks shall tie them on: Shall I not need to fear thee? Not, I'll quell your fears, for now I'll put my life Into your hands, to manifest the virtue of my love, for Heaven hath been a motive to your love: For know sweet, 'Tis no base contract, but of the royal'st Blood in Britany: Love would not so have forced you to an error, Crispinus Is but borrowed, a poor shroud to keep my life in, Offa is my Own, the youngest Son to the late vanquished Alured, Eldred my Brother, both supposed slain, yet live within a Parallel disguise; I am no richer than I was before, But in that clouded Title. If I could love thee better than I did I should, but introth I cannot, but for the safest guardian of thy life, 'tis in my Heart, and that shall be plucked out ere it be found to harm thee. What's then to be done? Our instant Marriage, that's the surest way, hazard a Chiding for thy negligence, and linger here about the Court tonight, tomorrow morning in some humble Habit we'll steal the guardian; it shall be my task To provide the Churchman. There shall not want a Bridegroom. May I ever lie alone if there want a Bride, and that's a Curse that I should be loath to endure, mean time be this the contract, This the word of troth. The morning and a Priest shall make one of both. There goes my heart. I'll keep it till tomorrow. Shut night, sweet Phebe on thy swiftest Arrow. What pretty flies in love's sweet web do lurk, I must be Married, then unto my work.
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How lik'st her now, has she a good face? Tis very well made Madam. Who does she resemble? Your selfe, I thinke Lady. I, shees very like me. I would she were not. Why wouldst not have her like me? Because no like's the same. 'Tis too long to dally, away with shadowes, and imbra The substance, introth I love thee; nay, doe not feare—Ile Share all dangers with thee. Danger Madam, were she brow'd like Nemisis, Tuskt with Scorpions stings, as keene for spoyle as an Incensed fury, I would stand in this quarrell 'gainst her Open throat: but doe you not dally with a poore wretch? Wrong not my love with doubt, looke Ile pay thee backe Thy duty given to me, th'art my better by vertue of my Honourable love, I make thee here my head: Thou shalt No more descend unto my foot, here thy worke shall be, Whilst in thine eyes two wanton Cupids skip, Thou shalt lay Velvet touches on my lip. Faith Madam, your lips deserve better than your foot, That's two pild velvet, this must needs be three: Nay since you have rais'd me above the instep Ile reach at the highest now. Yet all's not done, two paire of Rosie cheeks shall tye them on: Shall I not neede to feare thee? Not, Ile quell your feares, for now Ile put my life Into your hands, to manifest the vertue of my love, for Heaven hath beene a motive to your love: For know sweet, 'Tis no base contract, but of the Royalst Blood in Britany: Love would not so have forc'd you to an errour, Crispinus Is but borrowed, a poore shroud to keepe my life in, Offa is my Owne, the youngest Sonne to the late vanquisht Alured, Eldred my Brother, both supposed slaine, yet live within a Parralell disguise; I am no richerthan I was before, But in that clouded Title. If I could love thee better than I did I should, but introth I cannot, but for the safest gardian of thy life, 'tis in my Heart, and that shall be pluckt out ere it be found to harme thee. What's then to be done? Our instant Marriage, that's the surest way, hazard a Chiding for thy negligence, and linger here about the Court to night, to morrow morning in some humble Habit weele steale the gardian; it shall be my taske provide the Church-man. There shall not want a Bride-groome. May I ever lye alone if there want a Bride, and that's a that I should be loath to indure, mean time be this the contract, the word of troth. The morning and a Priest shall make one of both. There goes my heart. Ile keepe it till to morrow. Shut night, sweet Phebe on thy swiftest Arrow. What pretty flies in loves sweet web doe lurke, I must be Married, then unto my worke.