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.
And you are here as safe, as if you had an army for your Guard. Safe armies, and guard; Berinthia you're a Lady, But I mean not to court you: guard quotha, here's A Toledo, and an old arm, tough bones and sinews, Able to cut off as stout a head as wags upon a shoulder, Thart Antonio's guest, welcome by the old bones Of his Father, thoust a wall of brass about thee My young Daffodil. Nor think my noble cousin meaneth you any dishonour here. Dishonour, it is a language I never understood, yet Throw off your fears Berinthia, you're i'th' power Of him that dares not think The least dishonour to you. True by this buss jerkin, that hath looked i'th' face of an Army, and he lies like a termagant, denies it, Antonio is Lord of the Castle, but i'll command fire to the guns, upon any Renegado that confronts us, set thy heart at rest my gillyflower, we are all friends I warrant thee, and he's a Turk that does not honour thee from the hair of thy head, to thy pettitoes. Come be not sad. Put on fresh blood, you're not cheerful, how do you? I know not how, nor what to answer you, Your loves I cannot be ungrateful to, youare my best friends I think, but yet I know not With what consent you brought my body hither. Can you be ignorant what plot was l id To take your fair life from you. If all be not a dream, I do remember Yo r servant Diego told me wenders, and I owe you for my preservation, but— Shoot not at butts, Cupid's an archer, here a fair mark, a f fools bolts soon shot, my names Sforza still, my double Daisy. It is your happiness you have escaped the malice of your sister. And it is worth A noble gratitude to have been quit, By such an honourer as Antonio is Of fair Berinthia. Oh but my Father, under whose displeasure I ever sink, You are secure As the poor deer that being pursued, for safety Gets up a rock that over hangs the Sea, Where all that she can see, is her destruction, Before the waves, behind her enemies Promise her certain ruin. Feign not yourself so hapless my Berinthia, Raise your dejected thoughts, be merry, come, Think I am your Antonio. It is not wisdom To let our passed fortune, trouble us, Since were they bade the memory is sweet, That we have passed them, look before you Lady, The future most concerneth. You have awaked me, Antonio pardon, Upon whose honour I dare trust myself, I am resolved if you dare keep me here, T'expect some happier issue. Dare keep thee here? with thy consent, I dare Deny thy Father, by this sword I dare, And all the world.
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And you are here as safe, as if you had an army for your Guard. Safe armies, and guard; Berinthia ya e a Lady, But I meane not to court you: guard notha, here's A Toledo, a d an old arme, tough bones and sinewes, Able to cut off as stout a head as wags upon a shoulder, Thart Antonios guest, welcome by the old bones Of his Father, th'ast a wall of bra e about thee My young D ffodill. Nor thinke my noble cozen meaneth you any dishonour here. Dishonour, it is a language I never understood, yet Throw off your feares Berinthia, yare ith' power Of him that dares not thinke The least dishonour to you. True by this busse jerkin, that hath look'd ith face o an Army, and he lies like a termagant, denies it, Antonio is Lord of the Castle, but ile command fire to the gunnes, upo any Renegado that confronts us, set thy heart at rest my gilloflower, we are all friends I warrant thee, and hees a Turke that does not honour thee from the haire of thy head, to thy pettitoes. Come b not sad. Put on fresh blood, yare not cheerefull, how doe you? I know not how, nor what to answer you, Your loves I cannot be ungratefull to, Yare my best friends I thinke, but yet I know not With what consent you brought my body hither. Can you be ignorant what plot was l id To take your faire life from you. If all be not a dreame, I doe remember Yo r servant Diego told me wenders, and I owe you for my preservation, but— Sh ote not at Buts, Cupids an atcher, here a faire marke, a f oles bolts soone shot, my names Sforza still, my double Daisie. It is your happinesse you have escaped the malice of your sister. And it is worth A noble gratitude to have been quit, By such an honourer as Antonio is Of faire Berinthi . Oh but my Father, under whose displeasure I ever sinke, You are secure As the poore Deere that being pursuid, for safety Gets up a rocke that over hangs the Sea, Where all that she can see, is her destruction, Before the waves, behinde her enemies Promise her certaine ruine. Faine not your selfe so haplesse my Berinthi , Ralse your dejected thoughts, be merry, come, Thinke I am your Antonio. It is not wisdome To let our passed fortune, trouble us, Since were they bad the memorie is sweete, That we have past them, looke before you Lady, The future most concerneth. You have awak'd me, Antonio pardon, Vpon whose honour I dare trust my selfe, I am resolv'd if you dare keepe me here, T'expect some happier issue. Dare keepe thee here? with thy consent, I dare Deny thy Father, by this sword I dare, And all the world.