Berkeley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 490 words
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It cannot, I prevent it, and accuse it, for Not showing the Hills of Snow, the Rubies And the Roses, they say, have being from me: But stay, Heaven opens, and I see a Tempest coming, Your Poet is a Prophet. I'll call an oath to be my witness. Madam? My own fears light upon me, if the might that Eve's the day of Marriage doth not shut me from the World. Why Madam, this intemperance? 'Tis a just anger. If you are angry Madam with all that love you, There lives none that has more enemies, Every eye that looks upon you, you must hate. Sir CLEON, our friends are engaged, pray let Us be o'th' party: what has called up this Choler in my sweet cousin? My Lord you have Been begging favours. Yes of Heaven, that it would furnish me With merits fit to deserve your cousin. When it has granted you, return to her, and Renew your suit; but if you stay till then, You must get spectacles to see her beauty with. Why should you hinder you repose and mine? You know I never loved you. Then he has no reason to accuse you of inconstancy. Why are you fair? or why has my scars enforced me to love nothing else? If your love were considerable, what an Obligation had my cousin to your Stars? Then these remonstrances of yours are Impulsive, and not voluntary. I cannot tell, but when I seriously direct them to you, I'll swear I am bewitched. Madam, this is repugnant to your other virtues, That you should hate a man for loving you, Before he did profess himself your servant. I know you did receive him with indifferency At least: whence then proceeds your hate? From his expression of his love. A cruel Son sprung from so mild a Father, if he did Urge you to any thing might blast your honour. She would not hear him, and as it is, how Much does he oblige her, he's now her servant, And would entreat her to let him be her Master, A request strangely modest. If I were he, I'd take an honourable composition, Let her choose whom she pleased for husband, And continue her secret servant still. You are uncivil. Pardon me Madam, this mirth's a liberty: Your cousin doth allow me— Here comes your father. How long is't you have undertaken to be your Own disposer? Sir. After my cares had sought you out a man that brings All blessings that the world calls happy; you must refuse him. Sir, I have ta'en an oath. I know the priest that gave it. Do you not blush, Being so young, to know how to distinguish the difference Of desires, and this so wildly? that you will put off your Obedience rather than lose one that you dare not say Hath interest in you; but by my hopes of rest,
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It cannot, I prevent it, and accuse it, for Not shewing the Hils of Snow, the Rubies And the Roses, they say, have being from me: But stay, Heaven opens, and I see a Tempest comming, Your Poët is a Prophet. I'le call an oath to be my witnesse. Madam? My owne feares light upon me, if the might that Eve's the day of Marriage doth not shut me from the World. Why Madam, this intemperance? 'Tis a just anger. If you are augry Madam with all that love you, There lives none that has more enemies, Every eye that lookes upon you, you must hate. Sir CLEON, our friends are engag'd, pray let Vs be o'th' party: what has cal'd up this Choler in my sweet Cozen? My Lord you have Beene begging favours. Yes of Heaven, that it would furnish me With merits fit to deserve your Cozen. When it has granted you, returne to her, and Renue your suite; but if you stay till then, You must get spectacles ro see her beauty with. Why should you hinder you repose and mine? You know I never lov'd you. Then he has no reason to accuse you of inconstancy. Why are you faire? or why has my scars Enforc'd me to love nothing else? If your love were considerable, what an Obligation had my Cozen to your Starres? Then these remonstrances of yours are Impulsive, and not voluntary. I cannot tell, but when I seriously direct them to you, I'le sweare I am bewitch'd. Madam, this is repugnant to your other vertues, That you should hate a man for loving you, Before he did professe himselfe your servant. I know you did receive him with indifferency At least: whence then proceeds your hate? From his expression of his love. A cruell Son sprung from so mild a Father, if he did Vrge you to any thing might blast your honor. She would not heare him, and as it is, how Much does he obliege her, he's now her servant, And would entreate her to let him be her Master, A request strangely modest. If I were he, I'de take an honorable composition, Let her chuse whom she pleas'd for husband, And continue her secret servant still. You are uncivill. Pardon me Madam, this mirth's a liberty: Your cozen doth allow me—Here comes your father. How long ist you have undertaken to be your Owne disposer? Sir. After my cares had sought you out a man that brings All blessings that the world cals happy; you must refuse him. Sir, I have tane an oath. I know the priest that gave it. Doe you not blush, Being so yong, to know how to distinguish the difference Of desires, and this so wildly? that you will put off your Obedience rather than loose one that you dare not say Hath int'rest in you; but by my hopes of rest,