Massinger, Philip · published 1639 · first performed or written 1624 [1624-1625] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Ever true to you Sir, And may they lose th' ability of fight, When they seek other object. This is more Than I can give consent to. And a kiss, Thus printed on your lips will not distaste you? Her lips! Why where should he kiss? are you distracted? Then when this holy man hath made it lawful. A priest so ready too I must breake n. And what's spoke here is registered above, I must ingross those favours to myself Which are not to be named. All I can give, But what they are I know not. I'll instruct you. O how my blood boils! Pray you contain yourself, methinks his courtship's modest. Then being mine, And wholly mine, the river of your love To kinsmen and allies, nay to your father, (howe'er out of his tenderness he admires you) Must in the Ocean of your affection To me be swallowed up, and want a name Compared with what you owe me. 'tis most fit, Sir, The stronger bond that binds me to you, must Dissolve the weaker. I am ruined if I come not fairly off. There's nothing wanting But your consent. Some strange invention aid me. This! yes, it must be so. Why do you stagger, When what you seemed so much to wish is offered? Both parties being agreed to. I'll not court A grant from you, nor do I wrong your Daughter, Though I say my son deserves her. 'tis far from My humble thoughts to undervalue him I cannot prize too high. For howsoever From my own fond indulgence I have sung Her praises with too prodigal a tongue, That tenderness laid by, I stand confirmed All that I fancied excellent in her Balanced, with what is really his own, Holds weight in no proportion. New turnings! Whither tends this? Had you observed, my Lord, With what a sweet gradation he wood, As I did punctually, you cannot blame her, Though she did listen with a greedy ear To his fair modest offers: but so great A good as then flowed to her, should have been With more deliberation entertained, And not with such haste swallowed, she shall first Consider seriously what the blessing is, And in what ample manner to give thanks for't, And then receive it. And though I shall think Short minutes years till it be perfitted, I will defer that which I most desire, And so must she, till longing expectation, That heightens pleasure, makes her truly know Her happiness, and with what outstretched arms She must embrace it. This is curiousness Beyond example. Let it then begin From me, in what's mine own I'll use my will, And yield no further reason. I lay claim to The liberty of a subject. Fall not off, But be obedient, or by the hair I'll drag thee home. Censure me as you please, I'll take my own way, O the inward fires That wanting vent consume me! 'tis most certain Hs mad, or worse. How, worse? Nay, there I leave you, My thoughts are free.
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Ever rew to you Sir, And may they loofe th' abilitie of fight, When they seeke other object. This is more Then I can give consent to. And a kisse, Thus printed on your lips will not distast you? Her lips! Why where should he kisse? are you distracted? Then when this holy man hath made it lawfull. A priest so ready too I must breake n. And what's spoke here is registred above, I must ingtosse those favours to my selfe Which are not to be nam'd. All I can give, But what they are I know not. I'll instruct you. O how my bloud boyles! Pray you containe your selfe, Me thinkes his courtship's modest. Then being mine, And wholly mine, the river of your love To kinsmen and allies, nay to your father, (Howere out of his tendernesse he admires you) Must in the Ocea of your affection To me be swallow'd up, and want a name Compar'd with what you owe me. Tis most i, Sir, The stronger bond that bindes me to you, must Dissolve the weaker. I am ruin'd if I come not fairely off. Theres nothing wanting But your consent. Some strange invention aid me. This! yes, it must be so. Why doe you stagger, When what you seem'd so much to wish is offerd? Both parties being agreed to. I'll not court A grant from you, nor doe I wrong your Daughter, Though I say my sonne deserves her. Tis far from My humble thoughts to undervalue him I cannot prize too high. For howsoever From my owne fond indulgence I have sung Her praises with too prodigall a tongue, That tendernesse laid by, I stand confirmd All that I fancied excellent in her Bllanc'd, with what is really his owne, Holds waight in no proportion. New turnings! Whither tend this? Had you observ'd, my Lord, With what a sweet gradation he wood, As I did punctually, you cannot blame her, Though she did listen with a greedie eare To his faire modest offers: but so great A good as then flow'd to her, should have beene With more deliberation entertaind, And not with such haste swallowd, she shall first Consider seriously what the blessing is, And in what ample manner to give thanks for't, And then receive it. And though I shall thinke Short minutes yeeres till it be perfited, I will defer that which I most desire, And so must she, till longing expectation, That heightens pleasure, makes her truly know Her happinesse, and with what out-streacht armes She must embrace it. This is curiousnesse Beyond example. Let it then begin From me, in whats mine owne I'll use my will, And yeeld no further reason. I lay claime to The libertie of a subject. Fall not off, But be obedient, or by the haire I'll drag thee home. Censure me as you please, I'll take my owne way, O the inward fires That wanting vent consume me! Tis most certaine Hs mad, or worse. How, worse? Nay, there I leave you, My thoughts are free.