Berkeley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I thank you Sir: my Sex will be my pardon If I return not equal thanks; we think if any Manumit before we license them to part, They do usurp a power is ours by nature: the posture I found you in, was more than ordinary courtship gives. You might condemn it, had not you been the Cause on't: I never think your Name, but with A Reverence great as I pay the gods; and they Allow us bending to their Images when we Transfer our vows: The fair Irene is worthy all, Have not the hope of you, but whilst you give me leave To cherish that ambition; I must not own So great an injury, as to admit the proffered love of those Who are so distant from your merit. 'T was unkindly done to undermine me. In her presence I will confirm this to you. You shall oblige me since she has wronged me: Irene hark you. In the name of darkness, d''ee think I am not In earnest, that you coy it thus? Forbear uncivil Lord. Dost thou not see that all the fire is out of the coal? If thou wouldst have it burn, lay thy lips To the spark that's left, and blow it into flame. What wouldst thou have me do? Kiss her. Not for five hundred Crowns. Wouldst lie with her, and not kiss her? Yes, and can give reasons for't besides experience, And when this act is known, this resolute Encounter, rich widows of threescore will Not doubt my prowess. As I live he swore all this to me. Hide thee inconstant man, thou art so false Thy oaths do serve thee for no other use But to condemn thee, not to get belief: Be gone, and leave to love, till thou hast found The way to truth, and let not vanity cozen you To believe that I am moved, because you change. A thousand other imperfections Have made me hate thee: yet I chose this way To let thee know't, that deprehended with the Black mark upon thee, thou mayst not dare To trouble me again. Madam. There may be some, that for their secret sins The gods will punish making them love you, Choose amongst them, Irene, I will hope, though she Be credulous, will learn by this, how far 'tis safe to trust you. This was well managed. What Mountain Have you pierced, that hath sent forth this wind since I left you? I have undone myself for ever. As how? I told Hermione I never loved Irene. Did she hear it? Oh yes, it might have been for sworn else. The Devil thou hast? Ask him, he made me do't. What course will you take to redeem your fault? A precipice, as being ashamed to live any longer. A halter you shall as soon: come, come, I'll intercede And be your surety: Look, she stays to pardon You; down on your knees.
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I thanke you Sir: my Sexe will be my pardon If I returne not equall thankes; we thinke if any Manumit before we license them to part, They doe usurpe a power is ours by nature: the posture I found you in, was more than ordinary courtship gives. You might condemne it, had not you beene the Cause on't: I never thinke your Name, but with A Reverence great as I pay the gods; and they Allow us bending to their Images when we Transferre our vowes: The faire Irene is worthy all, Have not the hope of you, but whilst you give me leave To cherish that ambition; I must not owne So great an injury, as to admit the profer'd love of those Who are so distant from your merit. 'T was unkindly done to undermine me. In her presence I will confirme this to you. You shall oblige me since she has wrong'd me: Irene harke you. In the name of darknesse, d'ee thinke I am not In earnest, that you coy it thus? Forbeare uncivill Lord. Do'st thou not see that all the fire is out of the coale? If thou would'st have it burne, lay thy lips To the sparke that's left, and blow it into flame. What wouldst thou have me doe? Kisse her. Not for five hundred Crownes. Wouldst lye with her, and not kisse her? Yes, and can give reasons for't besides experience, And when this act is knowne, this resolute Incounter, rich widdowes of threescore will Not doubt my prowesse. As I live he swore all this to me. Hide thee inconstant man, thou art so false Thy oathes doe serve thee for no other use But to condemne thee, not to get beleefe: Be gone, and leave to love, till thou hast found The way to truth, and let not vanity cozen you To beleeve that I am mov'd, because you change. A thousand other imperfections Have made me hate thee: yet I chose this way To let thee know't, that deprehended with the Blacke marke upon thee, thou maist not dare To trouble me againe. Madam. There may be some, that for their secret sinnes The gods will punish making them love you, Chuse amongst them, Irene, I will hope, though she Be credulous, will learne by this, how far'tis safe to trust you. This was well manag'd. What Mountaine Have you pierc'd, that hath sent forth this wind since I left you? I have undone my selfe for ever. As how? I told Hermione I never lov'd Irene. Did she heare it? Oh yes, it mought have beene for sworne else. The Divell thou hast? Aske him, he made me do't. What course will you take to redeeme your fault? A precipice, as being asham'd to live any longer. A halter you shall as soone: come, come, Ile intercede And be your surety: Looke, she staies to pardon You; downe on your knees.