Massinger, Philip · published 1639 · first performed or written 1624 [1624-1625] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Away with them, And do as I command you, Montrevile You are my father's friend, nay, more a soldier, And if a right one, as I hope to find you, Though in a lawful war you had surprised A City, that bowed humbly to your pleasure, In honour you stand bound to guard a virgin From violence; but in a free estate Of which you are a limb, to do a wrong Which noble enemies never consent to Is such an insolence. How her heart beats! Much like a Partridge in a sparhawk's foot, That with a panting silence does lament The fate she cannot fly from! sweet, take comfort, You are safe, and nothing is intended to you But love and Service. They came never clothed In force, and outrage, upon what assurance (Remembering only that my father lives) Who will not tamely suffer the disgrace. Have you presumed to hurry me from his house, And as I were not worth the waiting on, To snatch me from the duty, and attendance Of my poor servants. Let not that afflict you, You shall not want observance, I will be Your Page, your Woman, Parasite or Fool, Or any other property, provided You answer my affection. In what kind? As you had done young Beaufort's. How? So Lady, Or, if the name of wife appear a yoke Too heavy for your tender neck, so I Enjoy you as a private friend, or mistress, 'twill be sufficient. Blessed Angels guard me What frontless impudence is this? What devil Hath to thy certain ruin tempted thee To offer me this motion? by my hopes Of after joys, submission, not repentance Shall expiate this soul intent. Intent? 'tis more, I'll make it act Ribald, thou darest not, And if (and with a fever to thy soul) Thou but consider that I have a father And such a father, as when this arrives at His knowledge, as it shall, the terror of His vengeance, which as sure as save must follow, Will make thee curse the hour in which lust caught thee To nourish these base hopes, and 'tis my wonder Thou darest forget how tender he is of me And that each shadow of wrong done to me Will raise in him a tempest not to be But with thy heartblood calmed: this when I see him. A thou shalt never. Wilt thou murder me? No, no, 'tis otherwise determined, fool, The master which in passion kills his slave That may be useful to him, does himself The injury: Know thou most wretched creature, That father thou presum'st upon, that father, That when I sought thee in a noble way, Denied thee to me, fancying in his hope A higher match from his excess of dotage, Hath in his bowels kindled such a flame Of impious most unnatural lost, That now he fears his furious desires, May force him to do that he shakes to think on.
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Away with them, And doe as I command you, Montrevile You are my fathers friend, nay, more a souldier, And if a right one, as I hope to find you, Though in a lawfull war you had surpriz'd A Citie, that bowd humbly to your pleasure, In honour you stand bound to guard a virgin From violence; but in a free estate Of which you are a limb, to doe a wrong Which noble enemies never consent to Is such an insolence. How her heart beats! Much like a Partridge in a Sparhawkes foot, That with a panting silence does lament The fate she cannot flie from! sweet, take comfort, You are safe, and nothing is intended to you But love and Service. They came never cloth'd In force, and outrage, upon what assurance (Remembring only that my father lives) Who will not tamely suffer the disgrace. Have you presum'd to hurry mee from his house, And as I were not worth the waiting on, To snatch me from the duty, and Of my poore servants. Let not that afflict you, You shall not want observance, I will be Your Page, your Woman, Paraite or Foole, Or any other property, provided You answer my affection. In what kind? As you had done young Beauforts. How? So Lady, Or, if the name of wife appeare a yoke Too heavie for your tender necke, so I Enjoy you as a private friend, or mistresse, Twill be sufficient. Blessed Angels guard me What frontlesse impudence is this? What dvell Hath to thy certaine ruine tempted thee To offer me this motion? by my hopes Of after joyes, submission, not repentance Shall expiate this soule intent. Intent? Tis more, I'll make it act Ribald, thou darest not, And if (and with a feaver to thy soule) Thou but consider that I have a father And such a father, as when this arrives at His knowledge, as it shall, the terrour of His vengeance, which as sure as sae must follow, Will make thee curse the houre in which lust caught thee To nourish these bse hopes, and tis my wonder Thou darest forget how tender he is of mee And that each shadow of wrong done to me Will raise in him a tempest not to be But with thy heart-blood calm'd: this when I see him. A thou shalt never. Wilt thou murther me? No, no, ti otherwise determin'd, foole, The master which in passion kills his slave That may be usefull to him, does himselfe The injurie: Know thou most wretched creature, That father thou presum'st upon, that father, That when I sought thee in a noble way, Deny'd thee to me, fancying in his hope A higher match from his excesse of doage, Hath in his bowels kindled such a flame Of impious most unnaturall lost, That now he feares his furious desires, May force him to doe that he shake to thinke on.