Monsieur Thomas (Father's Own Son) · chunk 18 of 42
Fletcher, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1615 [1610-c.1616] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
O miracle. Whos's all, and every part of man: pray make me Like ready Pages wait upon your pleasures; Whose breath is but your bubble. Can ye, dare ye, Must ye cast of this man, though he were willing, Though in a nobleness, so cross my danger His friendship durst confirm it, without baseness, Without the stain of honour? shall not people Say liberally hereafter, there's the Lady That lost her Father, Friend, herself, her faith too, To fawn upon a stranger, for ought you know As faithless as yourself, in love as fruitless? Take her withal my heart, thou art so honest That 'tis most necessary I be undone. With all my soul possess her. Till this minute. I scorned, and hated ye, and came to cozen ye: Uttered those things might draw a wonder on me, To make ye mad. Good heaven, what is this woman? Nor did your danger, but in charity. Move me a whit: nor you appear unto me More than a common object, yet, now truly, Truly, and nobly I do love ye dearly, And from this hour, ye are the man I honour, You are the man, the excellence, the honesty, The only friend, and I am glad your sickness Fell so most happily at this time on ye, To make this truth the worlds. Whether do you drive me? Back to your honesty, make that good ever, 'Tis like a strong built Castle, seated high, That draws on all ambitions, still repair it, Still fortify it: there are thousand foes Besides the tyrant beauty, will assail it: Look to your Centin is that watch it hourly, Your eyes, let them not wander. Is this serious? Or does she play still with me? Keep your ears, The two main ports that may betray ye strongly From light belief first, then from flattery, Especially where woman beats the parley: The body of your strength, your noble heart From ever yielding ro dishonest ends, Rigged round about with virtue, that no breaches, No subtle mines may meet ye. How like the Sun Labouring in his eclipse, dark, and prodigious, She showed till now? when having won her way, How full of wonder he breaks out again, And sheds his virtuous beams: excellent Angel, For no less can that heavenly mind proclaim thee, Honour of all thy sex, let it be lawful, And like a pilgrim thus I kneel to beg it, Not with profane lips now, nor burnt affections, But, reconciled to faith, with holy wishes, To kiss that virgin hand. Take your desire sir, And in a nobler way, for I dare trust ye, No other fruit my love must ever yield ye, I fear no more: yet your most constant memory (So much I am wedded to that worthiness) Shall ever be my friend, companion, husband, Farewell, and fairly govern your affections, Stand, and deceive me not: O noble young man, I love thee with my soul, but dare not say it: Once more farewell, and prosper.
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O miracle. Whoſe all, and every part of man: pray make me Like ready Pages wait upon yur pleaſures; Whoſe breath is but your bubble. Can ye, dare ye, Muſt ye caſt of this man, though he were willing, Though in a noblenes, ſo croſſe my danger His friendſhip durſt confirme it, without baſeneſſe, Without the ſtaine of honour? ſhall not people Say liberally hereafter, ther's the Lady That loſt her Father, Friend, herſelfe, her faith too, To fawne upon a ſtranger, for ought you know As faithleſſe as your ſelfe, in love as fruitleſſe? Take her withall my heart, thou art ſo honeſt That tis moſt neceſſary I be undone. With all my ſoule poſſeſſe her. Till this minut. I ſcorn'd, and hated ye, and came to coſen ye: Vtter'd thoſe things might draw a wonder on me, To make ye mad. Good heaven, what is this woman? Nor did your danger, but in charity. Move me a whit: nor you appeare unto me More then a common object, yet, now truely, Truely, and nobly I doe love ye deerely, And from this houre, ye are the man I honour, You are the man, the excellence, the honeſty, The onely friend, and I am glad your ſickneſſe Fell ſo moſt happily at this time on ye, To make this truth the worlds. Whether doe you drive me? Backe to your honeſty, make that good ever, 'Tis like a ſtrong built Caſtle, ſeated high, That drawes on all ambitions, ſtill repaire it, Still fortifie it: there are thouſand foes Beſides the tyrant beauty, will aſſaile it: Looke to your Centin is that watch it hourely, Your eyes, let them not wander. Is this ſerious? Or do's ſhe play ſtill with me? Keep your eares, The two maine ports that may betray ye ſtrongly From light beliefe firſt, then from flattery, Eſpecially where woman beats the parley: The body of your ſtrength, your noble heart From ever yeelding ro diſhoneſt ends, Rigd round about with vertue, that no breaches, No ſubtle mynes may meet ye. How like the Sun Labouring in his eclipſe, darke, and prodigious, She ſhew'd till now? when having won her way, How full of wonder he breakes out againe, And ſheds his vertuous beames: excellent Angell, For no leſſe can that heavenly minde proclaime thee, Honour of all thy ſexe, let it be lawfull, And like a pilgrim thus I kneele to beg it, Not with prophane lips now, nor burnt affections, But, reconcil'd to faith, with holy wiſhes, To kiſſe that virgin hand. Take your deſire ſir, And in a nobler way, for I dare truſt ye, No other fruit my love muſt ever yeeld yee, I feare no more: yet your moſt conſtant memory (So much I am wedded to that worthineſſe) Shall ever be my friend, companion, husband, Farewell, and fairely governe your affections, Stand, and deceive me not: O noble yong man, I love thee with my ſoule, but dare not ſay it: Once more farewell, and proſper.