Shirley, James · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [licensed for stage, Apr 23, 1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · St. Werburgh Street, Dublin unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
I cannot reach Your meaning. By some hasty marriage. You would have me live a Virgin; a less fortune Would serve me for a Nun. 'tis not my thought; Thou art young and fair and though I do not Suspect thy mind, thus far bred up to virtue, I would not have it tempted but reserved For a most noble choice, wherein should meet My care and thy obedience. Y'are my mother, And have so far by your example taught me, I Shall not need the precepts of your virtue, And let no thought of me take from your cheerfulness To entertain the King; we owe him duty, And that charm won't hurt us. This does please me. It shall be still my study. I must see How they prepare, things may want method else. I kiss your fair hand Madam Domitilla; The King and Duke and all the jolly hunters With appetites as fierce as their own hounds, Will be here presently. I hope they will not Devour us my good Lord. But I would sit and feast and feed mine eyes With Domitilla's beauty. So my Lord; here was a gentleman You could not choose but meet him spoke your dialect; I have forgot his name, but he was some Great Lord. Fie what a ignorance you live in, Not to be perfect in a great Lords name; There are few Ladies live with us but know The very Pages; leave this darkness Madam, And shine in your own sphere, where every star Hath his due adoration. Where? The Court Confine such beauty to a Country house, Live among Hinds, and thick skinned fellows that Make faces, and will hop a furlong back To find the other leg they threw away To show their reverence; with things that squat When they should make a curtsy; to Court Madam, And live not thus for shame, the second part Of a fond Anchorite; we can distinguish Of beauty there, and wonder without spectacles, Write Volumes of your praise, and tell the world How envious diamonds, 'cause they could not Reach to the lustre of your eyes dissolved To angry tears; the Roses droop, and gathering Their leaves together, seem to chide their blushes That they must yield your cheek the victory: The Lilies when they are censured for comparing With your more clear and native purity Want white to do their penance in. So, so; Have you done now my young poetic Lord. There will be no end Madam of your praises. And to no end you have spent all this breath; Allow all this were wit, that some did think us The creatures they commend (and those whom love Hath cursed into Idolatry and verse May perhaps die so) we do know ourselves That we are no such things. Is't possible. And laugh at your Chimaeras. Y'are the wiser. If this be your court practice, let me dwell With truth and plain simplicity.
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I cannot each Your meaning. By some hastie marriage. You would have me live a Virgin; a lesse fortune Would serve me for a Nunne. Tis not my thought; Thou art young and faire and though I doe not Suspect thy minde, thus farre bred up to vertue, I would not have it tempted but reservde For a most noble choise, wherein should meet My care and thy obedience. Y'are my mother, And have so farre by your example taught me, I Shall not neede the precepts of your vertue, And let no thought of me take from your cheerefulnesse To entertaine the King; we owe him duty, And that charme wo'not hurt us. This does please me. It shall be still my study. I must see How they prepare, things may want method else. I kisse your faire hand Madam Domitilla; The King and Duke and all the jolly hunters With appetites as fierce as their owne hounds, Will be here presently. I hope they will not Devoure us my good Lord. But I would sit and feast and feed mine eyes With Domitillaes beauty. So my Lord; here was a gentleman You could not choose but meete him spake your dialect; I have forgot his name, but he was some Great Lord. Fye what a ignorance you live in, Not to be perfect in a great Lords name; There are few Ladies live with us but know The very Pages; leave this darkenesse Madam▪ And shine in your owne sphere, where every starre Hath his due adoration. Where? Th Court Confine such beauty to a Countrey house▪ Live among Hindes, and thicke skind fellowes that Make faces, and will hop a furlong backe To finde the tother leg they threw away To shew their reverence; with things that squat When they should make a curtsey; to Court Madam, And live not thus for shame, the second part Of a fond Anchorite; we can distinguish Of beauty there, and wonder without spectacles, Write Volumes of your praise, and tell the world How envious diamonds, cause they could not Reach to the lustre of your eyes dissolv'd To angry teares; the Roses droope, and gathering Their leaves together, seeme to chide their blushes That they must yeeld your cheeke the victory: The Lillies when they are censur'd for comparing With your more cleare and native purity Want white to doe their pennance in. So, so; Have you done now my young poeticke Lord. There will be no end Madam of your praises. And to no end you have spent all this breath; Allow all this were wit, that some did thinke us The creatures they commend (and those whom love Hath curst into Idolatry and verse May perhaps die so) wee doe know our selves That we are no such things. Ist possible. And laugh at your Chimeraes. Y'are the wiser. If this be your court practise, let me dwell With truth and plaine simplicity.