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 T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Love with the warm affection of a mistress One I'll present a servant, why that blush; The words are not immodest; there did want No blood upon your cheek to make it lovely; Or does it slow in silence to express That which your virgin Language would not be So soon held guilty of, consent. To what? To love by my direction a man Whose worth considered shall deserve thee too, And in the noblest way invite thy freedom Until the holy Priests declare, your hearts Are knit into one blessing; there's no harm In this. Most royal Sir I know not, with What words to say, you honour me; how can One so unworthy as poor Domitilla Be entertained within your thoughts and care In this high nature. Though your mother have Made both her person and yourself a stranger To Court, I have had eyes upon your virtues Which waited on by a most ample fortune, I have studied to advance, if you'll accept A husband of a my choice; what say you Madam? I have a mother Sir. She shall think it fortunate 'bove expectation; you have not vowed yourself To a cold Nunnery. Not I Sir. When I shall declare how precious he is To my own bosom. Royal Sir, this language Must needs prepare a welcome; I should think My heart unlike another woman's, not To obey a charm so powerful as your praise; But when you are considered as my King, Duty takes off the merit of my will And humbles every thought beneath obedience. His name is. Pardon I beseech you Sir, Conceal it yet; what gentle spirit walks Upon my blood; I dare not look upon him My hopes my fears; it is enough great Sir, That you leave one within your thought, you would Commend to Domitilla, one your love, And precious to your bosom; sure you blessed him With such a Character. It was too short. My heart is a false Prophet; 'tis a fate Too good and great for Domitilla. Well his name shall be reserved; but when it opens itself to your knowledge you will honour it, And thank me Domitilla; i'th' mean time Let the opinion you have of me Live in your trust, and make room in your heart To meet the husband I shall bring. Why may not this be meant by his own person? More wonders have been read in story; I Find thick but amorous tremblings in my heart; he's King; why not? love has done stranger things, And can lead captive the proud heart of Kings. Here none can reach our voice: be free and clear. First let me kiss your hand, on which I swear To speak all truth; 'tis justice to your person, Your merit and my faith; next though the secret May both concern and benefit your knowledge, I shall desire your pardon
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Love with the warme affection of a mistresse One Ile present a servant▪ why that blush; The words are not immodest; there did want No blood upon your cheeke to make it lovely; Or does it slow in silence to expresse That which your virgin Language would not be So soone held guilty of, consent. To what? To love by my direction a man Whose worth considered shall deserve thee too, And in the noblest way invite thy freedome Vntill the holy Priests declare, your hearts Are knit into one blessing; theres no harme In this. Most royall Sir I know not, with What words to say, you honour me; how can One so unworthy as poore Domitilla Be entertaind within your thoughts and care In this high nature. Though your mother have Made both her person and your selfe a stranger To Court, I have had eyes upon your vertues Which waited on by a most ample fortune, I have studied to advance, if you'le accept A husband of a my choise; what say you Madam? I have a mother Sir. Shee shall thinke it fortunate Bove expeation; you have not vowed your selfe To a cold Nunnery. Not I Sir. When I shall declare how pretious he is To my owne bosome. Royall Sir, this language Must needes prepare a welcome; I should thinke My heart unlike another womans, not To obey a charme so powerfull as your praise; But when you are considered as my King, Duty takes off the merit of my will And humble every thought beneath obedienc. His name is. Pardon I bseech you Sir, Conceale it yet; what gentle spirit walkes Vpon my blood; I dare not looke upon him My hopes my feares; it is enough great Sir, That you leave one within your thought, you would Commend to Domitilla, one you love, And pretious to your bosome; sure you blest him With such a Character. It was too short. My heart is a false Prophet; tis a fate Too good and great for Domitilla. Well his name shall be reserv'd; but when it opns It selfe to your knowledge you will honour it, And thanke me Domitilla; ith meane time Let the opinion you have of me Live in your trust, and make roome in your heart To meete the husband I shall bring. Why may not this be meant by his owne person? More wonders have beene read in story; I Finde thicke but amorous tremblings in my heart; Hee's King; why not? love has done stranger things, And can lead captive the proud heart of Kings. Here none can reach our voyce: be free and cleare. First let me kisse your hand, on which I sweare To speake all truth; tis justice to your person, Your merrit and my faith; next though the secret May both concerne and benefit your knowledge, I shall desire your pardon