Berkeley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
What is got by this whining constancy, but the loss Of that beauty for one servant, which would procure us The Vows, Sacrifice, and service of a thousand? Enough of this; were't thou with Ergasto? Yes, and told him that my Lady sent for him: But to what intent did you make me lie? Thou art so good natured, that thou wilt pardon Such a trifle for one Reason, but I have two: The first is, I would fain speak with him, The other knowing my cousin to be in an ill humour, If he press to see her, I hope she will give him such an answer, That he shall never dare to speak to her more. These men have less reason than Mice, they would Know else how to shift places, and shelter themselves From a storm. If I were a man, and lost the happiness Of seeing my Mistress two days, I should Lose the desire the third: Do you sigh Madam? you are in love too? As far as goes to sighing, but no dying for their breeches. I'll be your Compurgator for the handle of a Fan: I know many love has brought into the world, But let out none: has he pierced you, ha? Oh no, my skin was always proof against his Dart; But he once found me laughing, and so thrust it Down to my heart. Look to it, though 'tis but a little weapon, but I have known it make greater swellings than The sting of a Bee. Do you long for a man? Yes, a Husbandman, and let the gods after take care For my children. You'll find enough to do it: is the Moore still with My Lady? I left her with her. 'Tis a shame such people should be suffered Near the Court. Why prithee? As 'tis, there be so many inquisitive Rascals, That we have much ado to keep matters secret; But if in despite of our care they be divulged, We shall be defamed on the exchanges. Thou hast reason, but she is secret as the night she resembles. Is she? I would fain ask her one question: But, 'tis no matter, 'tis but taking Physic at the worst. If thou talk'st a little longer, I shall guess as much As she knows: but who's here? ne'er fright me with the lightning of her eyes: On me she may open or shut her eyes as she please, But my happiness is not at her disposing. If thou provest a Lover, my next Song is begun. I will not deny but I may love her if she please: But if she be not pleased with my love, if it continue Two Hours, I'll give her leave to tie me to her Monkey. Look, Ergasto has found two of the Ladies, And has set his face to begin to them. In Verse, or prose? We shall hear, if we draw nearer: a good evening Ladies.
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What is got by this whining constancy, but the losse Of that beauty for one servant, which would procure us The Vowes, Sacrifice, and service of a thousand? Enough of this; wer't thou with Ergasto? Yes, and told him that my Lady sent for him: But to what intent did you make me lye? Thou art so good natur'd, that thou wilt pardon Such a trifle for one Reason, but I have two: The first is, I would faine speake with him, The other knowing my Cozen to be in an ill humour, If he presse to see her, I hope she will give him such an answer, That he shall never dare to speake to her more. These men have lesse reason than Mice, they would Know else how to shift places, and shelter themselves From a storme. If I were a man, and lost the happinesse Of seeing my Mistresse two daies, I should Lose the desire the third: Doe you sigh Madam? you are in love too? As far as goes to sighing, but no dying for their breeches. I'le be your Compurgator for the handle of a Fan: I know many love has brought into the world, But let out none: has he pierc'd you, ha? Oh no, my skin was alwaies proofe against his Dart; But he once found me laughing, and so thrust it Downe to my heart. Looke to it, though 'tis but a little weapon, but I have knowne it make greater swellings than The sting of a Bee. Doe you long for a man? Yes, a Husbandman, and let the gods after take care For my children. You'le find enow to doe it: is the Moore still with My Lady? I left her with her. 'Tis a shame such people should be suffered Neere the Court. Why prethee? As 'tis, there be so many inquisitive Rascalls, That we have much adoe to keepe matters secret; But if in dispite of our care they be devulg'd, We shall be defamed on the exchanges. Thou hast reason, but shee is secret as the night she resembles. Is she? I would faine aske her one question: But, tis no matter, 'tis but taking Physick at the worst. If thou talk'st a little longer, I shall guesse as much As she knowes: but who's here? Ne're fright me with the lightning of her eies: On me she may open or shut her eies as she please, But my happinesse is not at her disposing. If thou prov'st a Lover, my next Song is begun. I will not deny but I may love her if she please: But if she be not pleas'd with my love, if it continue Two Houres, I'le give her leave to tye me to her Monkey. Looke, Ergasto has found two of the Ladies, And has set his face to begin to them. In Verse, or prose? We shall heare, if we draw nearer: a good evening Ladies.