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 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
My Lord, I think my Lady is much taken with your worth already, so that this will be superfluous, I Nay think she has cause enough, but I have a great Mind to make an end on't, to tell you true, there are Half a dozen about me, but I had rather she should have Me than another; and my blood is grown so boisterous For my body, that's another thing; so that if thou wilt Do it Ansilva, thou wilt do thy Lady good service, And live in the favour of Count de Monte Nigro; I will make thy children kin to me, if thou wilt Do't. I am your honour's handmaid, but— Here's a Diamond, prithee wear it, be not modest. 'Tis done my Lord, urge it no further. But be secret too for my honour's sake, we great men Do not love to have our actions laid open to the Broad face of the world, I'll get thee with child, And marry thee to a Knight, my brave Ansilva, take The first opportunity. if there be any virtue in the powder, prepare to Meet your wishes my noble Lord. Thy Count de monte nigro expect to be a Lady. Ansilva. Madam. Nay you need not hide it, I heard the conference, And know the virtue of the powder, let me see it Or i'll discover all. I am undone. No, here take it again, i'll not prevent My sister's happiness and the Counts desire, I am no Tell-tale good Ansilva give't her, And heavens succeed the operation, I beg on my knee; fear not Ansilva, I am all silence. Indeed Madam, than she shall have it presently. Sir, if the opportunity I use To comfort you be held a fault, and that I keep not distance of a servant, lay it Upon my love; indeed if it be an error It springs out of my duty. Prithee boy be patient; The more I strive to throw off the remembrance Of dead Antonio, love still rubs the wounds To make them bleed afresh. Alas they are past, Bind up your own for honour's sake, And show love to yourself, pray do not lose your reason, To make your grief so fruitless; I have procured Some music sir to quiet those sad thoughts, That makes such war within you. Alas good boy, it will but add more weights Of dulness on me, I am stung with worse Than the Tarantula, to be cured with music 'T has the exactest unity, but it cannot, Accord my thoughts. Sir this your couch seems to invite so small repose; Oh I beseech you taste it, i'll beg A little leave to sing; Sweet sleep charm his sad senses, and gentle Thoughts let fall your flowing numbers, here round About hover celestial Angels with your wings That none offend his quiet, sleep begins To cast his nets o'er me too, i'll obey, And dream on him, that dreams not what I am.
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My Lord, I thinke my Lady is much taken with your worth already, so that this will be superfluous, I Nay think she has cause enough, but I have a great Mind to make an end on't, to tell you true, there are Halfe a dozen about mee, but I had rather she should have Me than an other; and my blood is growne so boysterous For my body, thats another thing; so that if thou wilt Doe it Ansilva, thou wilt doe thy Lady good service, And live in the favour of Count de Monte Nigr ; I will make thy children kinne to me, if thou wo't Do't. I am your honours handmaid, but— Heres a Diamond, prethee weare it, be not modest. 'Tis done my Lord, urge it no further. But be secret too for my honors sake, we great men Doe not love to have our actions laid open to the Broad face of the world, Ile get thee with child, And marry thee to a Knight, my brave Ansilva, take The first opportunity. Jf there be any vertue in the powder, prepare to Meete your wishes my noble Lord. Thy Count de monte nigro expect to be a Lady. Ansilva. Madam. Nay you neede not hide it, I heard the conference, And know the vertue of the powder, let me see it Or ile discover all. I am undone. No, here take it againe, ile not prevent My sisters happinesse and the Counts desire, I am no Tell-tale good Ansilva giv't her, And heavens succeede the operation, I begge on my knee; feare not Ansilva, I am all silence. Indeede Madam, then shee shall have it presently. Sir, if the opportunity I use To comfort you be held a fault, and that I keepe not distance of a servant, lay it Vpon my love; indeede if it be an errour It springs out of my duty. Prethee boy be patient; The more I strive to throw off the remembrance Of dead Antonio, love still rubbes the wounds To make them bleede afresh. Alas they are past, Binde up your owne for honours sake, And shew love to your selfe, pray do not lose your reason, To make your griefe so fruitlesse; I have procur'd Some musicke sir to quiet those sad thoughts, That makes such warre within you. Alas good boy, it will but adde more weights Of dulnesse on me, I am stung with worse Than the Tarantula, to be cur'd with musicke 'T has the exactest unity, but it cannot, Accord my thoughts. Sir this your couch S emes to invite so small repose; Oh I beseech you taste it, ile begge A little leave to sing; Sweete sleepe charme his sad sences, and gentle Thoughts let fall your flowing numbers, here round About hover cae estiall Angels with your wings That none offend his quiet, sleepe begins To cast his nets o're me too, ile obey, And dreame on him, that dreames not what I am.