Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1626 [licensed for stage, Feb 9] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Here is a haven yet to rest my soul on, In midst of all unhappiness, which I look on, With the same comfort a distressed Sea man afar off, views the coast he would enjoy, When yet the Seas do toss his reeling bark, Twixt hope and danger, thou shalt be concealed. Here's my Lady Berinthia. What care I for my Lady Berinthia, and she thinks Much, would she had one to stop her mouth. But I must observe her, upon her father's displeasure, She is committed to my Lady's custody, who hath made Me her keeper, she must be locked up. Ha locked up. Madam, it is now time you would retire to your own Chamber. Yes, prithee do Ansilva in this gallery, I breathe but too much air, oh Diego you'll have An answer I perceive, ere you return. My journey were to no purpose else Madam, I apprehend her. I'll wait an opportunity, alas poor lady, is my sweet heart become a jailer, there's hope of an office without money. Diego I spy my Lady Catalina coming this way, pray shroud yourself behind this cloth, I would be loath she should ice us here together, quickly, I hear her treading, Ansilva. Madam. Who's with you? nobody Madam. Was not Diego with you, Antonio's man? He went from me Madam halfe an hour ago, To visit friends i'th' City. He hath not seen Berinthia I hope. Unless he can pierce stone walls Madam, I am sure. Direct Don Valasco hither by the back stairs, I expect him. I shall Madam. H , whats this? a Letter to Berinthia▪ from whom Subscribed? Antonio, what devil brought this hither? Furies torment me not, ha, while I am Antonio, expect Not I can be other than thy servant, all my thoughts A e made sacred with thy remembrance, whose hope Sustains my life, oh I drink poison from these fatal accents, Be thy soul blacker than the ink that stains The cursed paper, would each drop had fall'n From both your hearts, and every Character Been texed with blood, I would have tired mine eyes To have read you both dead here, upon my life Diego hath been the cunning Mercury In this conveyance, I suspect his love Is but a property to advance this suit. But I will cross 'em all; Don Valasco, you are seasonably arrived, I have a Letter for you. For me? It does concern you. Ha. How do you like it sir? As I should a poniard sticking here, how came You by it? I found it here by accident o'th' ground, I am sure it did not grow there, I suppose Diego, the servant of Antonio Who colourably pretends affection To Ansilva, brought it, he's the agent for him. Now the design appears, day is not more conspicuous Than this cunning. I am resolved, For what?
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Here is a haven yet to rest my soule on, In midst of all unhappinesse, which I looke on, With the same comfort a distressed Sea man A arre off, viewes the coast he would enjoy, When yet the Seas doe tosse his reeling barke, Twixt hope and danger, thou shalt be conceald. Heres my Lady Berinthia. What care I for my Lady Berinthia, and she thinkes Much, would she had one to stopp her mouth. But I must observe her, upon her fathers displeasure, She is committed to my Ladies custody, who hath made Me her keeper, she must be lockt up. Ha lockt up. Madam, it is now time you would retire to your owne Chamber. Yes, preth e doe A silva in this gallery, I breathe but too much aire, oh Diego youle have An answer I perceive, ere you returne. My journey were to no purp se else Madam▪ I apprehend her ile waite an opport nity, alas poore I ady, is my sweete heart become a j ylor, there's hope of an office without money. Diego I spy my Lady Catalina comming this way, pray shrowd your selfe behinde this cloth, I would be loath shee should ice us here together, quickely, I heare her treading, Ansilva. Madam. Who's with you? No body Madam. Was not Diego with you, Antonioes man? He went from me Madam halfe an houre agoe, To visit friends ith' City. He hath not seene Berinthia I hope. Vnlesse he can pierce stone walls Madam, I am sure▪ Direct Don Valasco hither by the backe staires, I expect him. I shall Madam. H , whats this? a Letter to Berinthia▪ from whom Subscrib'd? Antonio, what devill brought this hither? Furies torment me not, ha, while I am Antonio▪ expect Not I can be other then thy servant, all my thoughts A e made sacred with thy remembrance, whose hope Sustaines my life, oh I drink poyson from these fatall accents, Be thy soule blacker then the inke that staines The cursed paper, would each droppe had falne From both your hearts, and every Character Beene tex d with blood, I would have tir'd mine eyes To have read you both dead here, upon my life Diego hath beene the cunning Mercury In this conveyance, J suspect his love Is but a property to advance this suite. But I will crosse um all; Don Valasco, you are seasonably arriv'd, I have a Letter for you. For me? It does concerne you. Ha. How doe you like it sir? As I should a Punyard sticking here, how came You by it? I found it here by accident oth'ground, I am sure it did not grow there, I suppose Diego, the servant of Antonio Who colourably pretends affection To Ansilva, brought it, hees the agent for him. Now the designe appeares, day is not more conspicuous Then this cunning. I am resolv'd, For what?