Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Nov 16] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti typicality 0.88 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
What misfortune 'twas You did not first apply yourself to her That can reward your love, and hath a heart Spacious to entertain you; she does love you Upon my knowledge strangely, and so Commends you in your absence. Say you so Lady? Pardon I beseech you the affection I professed to your Ladyship, 'twas but A compliment, I am sorry I protest. Oh 'tis excused sir, but I must tell you, Perhaps you won't find her now so tractable Upon the apprehension she was slighted; But to prescribe you confidence were to Suspect your art, and bold discretion. 'tis as I tell you sir, no Lady in The world can speak more praises of your body? she knows not yet your mind. Is't possible? And yet because she saw your compliments Directed so unhappily to me, I know not how you'll find her on the sudden, But 'tis not half an hour since you possessed The first place in her thoughts. Shall I presume, You will excuse the love I did present Your Ladyship? it was not from my heart, I hope you will conceive so. A slight error. I am ashamed on't. 'tis sufficient That you recant no more neglect. You are pleasant. Be you so too; I'll justify thou shalt Have cause. To wonder at you, what's your meaning sir? Sweet Lady, What thoughts make sad your brow? I have observed Your eyes shoot clearer light. You are deceived, I am not melancholy. Be for ever banished The imagination of what can happen To cloud so rare a beauty, y'are in love. In love, who told you so? But that's no wonder, We all may love, but you have only power To conquer where you place affection, and triumph o'er your wishes. I love you, y'are strangely sir mistaken, Put your devices on some other Lady, I ha' been so far from my affection to you, That I ha' laboured I confess to unsettle The opinion of my Lady Rosamond, Who I confess loves you, and that extremely. How? she love me? than I ha' made fine work. What cunning she is mistress of to hide Her strange affections, or what power she has, She does fly into your arms I know not. Are you so dull? Why, this was but to try your constancy, I have heard her swear you are the properest Knight, The very Adonis: why, she has got your picture And made it the only saint within her closet, I blush at your credulity. Is't e'en so? I have undone myself with her already, Pardon me gentle Madam, I must leave you. With all my heart. We are relieved, monsieur Le Friske. Tres humbla serviteur Madam, Me sweat with de haste to wait upon your Ladyships; I pray give me do leave dispatch presently, For I must figaries to be done. Gentlemen let your passions breathe a while, A little music may correct the error, And you may find yourselves.
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What misfortune twas You did not first apply your selfe to her That can reward your love, and hath a heart Spacious to entertaine you; she does love you Vpon my knowledge strangely, and so Commends you in your absence. Say you so Lady? Pardon I beseech you the affection I profest to your Ladiship, twas but A complement, I am sorry I protest. Oh tis excus'd sir, but I must tell you, Perhaps you wonot finde her now so tractable Vpon the apprehension she was slighted; But to prescribe you confidence were to Suspect your art, and bold discretion. Tis as I tell you sir, no Lady in The world can speake more praises of your body? Shee knowes not yet your minde. Ist possible? And yet because she saw your complements Directed so unhappily to me, I know not how youle finde her on the sudden, But tis not halfe an houre since you possest The first place in her thoughts. Shall I presume, You will excuse the love I did present Your Ladiship? it was not from my heart, I hope you will conceive so. A slight error. I am a sham'd on't. Tis sufficient That you recant no more neglect. You are pleasant. Be you so too; Ile justifie thou shalt Have cause. To wonder at you, whats your meaning sir? Sweete Lady, What thoughts make sad your brow? I have observ'd Your eyes shoote clearer light. You are deceiv'd, I am not melancholy. Be for ever banish'd The imagination of what can happen To cloud so rare a beautie, y'are in love. In love, who told you so? But thats no wonder, We all may love, but you have onely power To conquer where you place affection, and triumph ore your wishes. I love you, y'are strangely sir mistaken, Put your devices on some other Lady, I ha beene so farre from my affection to you, That I ha laboured I confesse to unsettle The opinion of my Lady Rosomond, Who I confesse loves you, and that extreamely. How? she love me? then I ha made fine worke. What cunning shee is mistresse of to hide Her strange affections, or what power she has, She does flie into your armes I know not. Are you so dull? Why, this was but to try your constancie, I have heard her sweare you are the proprest Knight, The very Adonis: why, she has got your picture And made it the onely saint within her closet, I blush at your credulitie. Ist e'ne so? I have undone my selfe with her already, Pardon me gentle Madam, I must leave you. With all my heart. We are reliev'd, Mounsieur Le Friske. Tres humbla serviter Madam, Me sweate with de hast to waite upon your Ladiships; I pray give me do leve dispatch presently, For I must figaries to be done. Gentlemen let your passions breath a while, A little musicke may correct the errour, And you may finde your selves.