Berkeley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Be thankful, and bestow it upon her in recompense: She will accept it, doubt not; she has taken such pains To redeem it: look how she casts her eyes upon thee: she's thine own for ever, and has been long. I am desperately in love. Marry, and get out of it; there may be some little straining At the first offer of the present, but if she send not for it Before you get home, I'll ne'er trust my eyes more. I'll attempt it, let what will follow. Be confident, and prosper. Madam, what would you expect from him You had redeemed from captivity? The disposing of his liberty. 'Tis just, but this may be no great favour to the slave, If his misery be only altered, not lessened. You are little curious; why do you ask who This concerns? well, I'll tell you, you have redeemed ERGASTO, and he kneels to know your commands. Whilst he kneels, Hermione and the Moore look down from the window. You may believe her Madam, she loves him, Now you may revenge her, persuading you to leave EUGENIO, by smiling on Ergasto; 'twill advance Your cousin's ends too, if you do as I'll advise you, whilst we descend. 'Tis festival today my Lords, and so I admit This mirth: but tomorrow I will tell you; I am no more Inclined to love than my cousin Hermione. But you can suffer yourself to be beloved? I think I can. He'll ask no more, But leave the rest to his respects and services. But you consider not whom you may offend in this mirth. I'll ne re consider whom I offend in loving you: I wish her beauty centupled, that my first Obligation To you might be, leaving her: by this fair hand I'll never name any but you for Mistress. I may believe you, when Time and your actions Shall tell it me as well as your words. You wrong your beauty, to expect an assurance From time, ordinary faces require it, to perfect The Impressions they make: yours strikes like lightning, In an instant; if he did not adore you till now, You must attribute it to some fascination: But his judgement cleared, he will be forced To continue the adoration he has begun. Who's that? The Moore you heard of. I have a strange Capriccio of love entered me: I must Court that shade. How now my Lord, Courting another Mistress? I see I must lock up my winds, Or you will seek the nearest harbour. Excluded by your rigour, Madam, I was entreating Your fair cousin to present my vows. Was it no more? No more, you cannot doubt it Madam, turn in Your eyes upon your beauties and perfections, and they Will tell you, how impossible it is to lose the Empire They have gained upon our hearts and wills: Fortune and want of merit may make me lose The hope of your fair graces, but never so much Traitor, As to pay homage to any other beauty, or change The resolution I have fixed to be your servant only.
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Be thankefull, and bestow it upon her in recompence: She will accept it, doubt not; she has taken such paines To redeeme it: looke how she casts her eies upon thee: Shee's thine owne for ever, and has beene long. I am desperately in love. Marrie, and get out of it; there may be some little straining At the first offer of the present, but if she send not for it Before you get home, Ile ne're trust my eies more. Ile attempt it, let what will follow. Be confident, and prosper. Madam, what would you expect from him You had redeem'd from captivity? The disposing of his liberty. 'Tis just, but this may be no great favour to the slave, If his misery be onely altred, not lessen'd. You are little curious; why doe you aske who This concernes? well, I'le tell you, you have redeem'd ERGASTO, and he kneeles to know your commands. Whil'st he kneeles, Hermione and the Moore looke downe from the window. You may beleeve her Madam, she loves him, Now you may revenge her, perswading you to leave EVGENIO, by smiling on Ergasto; 'twill advance Your Cozens ends too, if you doe as I le advise you, whilst we descend. 'Tis festivall to day my Lords, and so I admit This mirth: but to morrow I will tell you; I am no more Inclin'd to love than my Cozen Hermione. But you can suffer your selfe to be belov'd? I thinke I can. He'le aske no more, But leave the rest to his respects and services. But you consider not whom you may offend in this mirth. I'le ne re consider whom I offend in loving you: I wish her beauty centupled, that my first Obligation To you might be, leaving her: by this faire hand I'le never name any but you for Mistresse. I may beleeve you, when Time and your actions Shall tell it me as well as your words. You wrong your beauty, to expect an assurance From time, ordinarie faces require it, to perfect The Impressions they make: yours strikes like lightning, In an instant; if he did not adore you till now, You must attribute it to some fascination: But his judgment clear'd, he will be forc'd To continue the adoration he has begun. Who's that? The Moore you heard of. I have a strange Capriccio of love enter'd me: I must Court that shade. How now my Lord, Courting another Mistresse? I see I must locke up my winds, Or you will seeke the nearest harbour. Excluded by your rigour, Madam, I was intreating Your foire Cozen to present my vowes. Was it no more? No more, you cannot doubt it Madam, turne in Your eyes upon your beauties and perfections, and they Will tell you, how impossible it is to lose the Empire They have gain'd upon our hearts and wills: Fortune and want of merit may make me lose The hope of your faire graces, but nover so much Traitor, As to pay homage to any other beauty, or change The resolution I have fix'd to be your servant onely.