Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1617-1639] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men (?) T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti typicality 0.86 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
methinks this a longer voyage than the first? Pleasures once tasted makes the next seem worse. Is that the trick? Oh sir, experience proves it, You came at first to enjoy what you ne'er knew, Now all is but the same whate'er you do. I'll prove that false, the sight of her is new. I have forgot a business to my Lord Mazeres, My safety to the King relies upon't, You are in the house my Lord, this is the withdrawing Room. I see nothing. No matter sir, as long as you have Feeling enough. Is the Hood off? 'tis here in my hand sir, I must crave pardon, leave you here a while, But as you love my safety and your own Remove not from this room till my return. Well here's my hand I will not. 'tis enough sir. Hist, art gone? then boldly I step forth Cunning discoverer of an unknown beauty As subtle as her plot: Thou art masked too, Show me a little comfort, in this condensive darkness; Play the flatterer laugh in my face; Why here's enough to perfect all my wishes; With this I taste of that forbidden fruit Which as she says death follows; death 'twill sting, Soft, what rooms this? let's see, 'tis not the former I was entertained in, no, it some what differs: Rich hangings still, Court deckings, ay, and all— Oh all that can be in man's wish comprised Is in thy love immortal, in thy graces. I am not the same flesh, my touch is altered. Hast thou betrayed me? what hast thou attempted? Nothing that can be prejudicial To the sweet peace of those illustrious graces. Oh my most certain ruin? Admired Lady hear me, hear my vow, Oh miserable youth none saves thee now. By that which man holds dearest dreadful Queen. And all that can be in a vow contained I'll prove as true, secret, and vigilant As ever man observed with serious virtue The dreadful call of his departing soul. Your own soul to your secrets, shall not prove more true Than mine to it, to them, to all, to you. Oh misery of affection built on breath? Were I as far past my belief in heaven As in man's oaths, I were the foulest devil. May I eat and ne'er be nourished, live and know nothing, Love without enjoying, if ever— Come, this is more than needs. There's comfort then. You that profess such truth, shall I enjoin you To one poor penance then to try your faith? Be't what it will command it. Spend but this hour, wherein you have offended In true repentance of your sin, and all Your hasty youth stands guilty of, and being clear, You shall enjoy that which you hold most dear. And if this penance I perform not truly May I henceforth ne'er be received to favour.
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Me thinkes this a longer voyage than the first? Pleasures once tasted makes the next seeme worse. Is that the tricke? Oh sir, experience proves it, You came at first to enjoy what you nere knew, Now all is but the same what ere you doe. Ile prove that false, the sight of her is new. I have forgot a businesse to my Lord Mazeres, My safety to the King relyes upon't, You are in the house my Lord, this is the withdrawing Roome. I see nothing. No matter sir, as long as you have Feeling enough. Is the Hood off? Tis here in my hand sir, I must crave pardon, leave you here a while, But as you love my safety and your owne Remove not from this roome till my returne. Well here's my hand I will not. Tis enough sir. Hist, art gone? then boldly I step forth Cunning discoverer of an unknowne beauty As subtle as her plot: Thou art mask't too, Shew me a little comfort, in this condensive darkenesse; Play the flatterer laugh in my face; Why here's enough to perfect all my wishes; With this I taste of that forbidden fruite Which as she sayes death followes; death 'twill sting, Soft, what roomes this? lets see, tis not the former I was entertaind in, no, it some what differs: Rich hangings still, Court deckings, I, and all — Oh all that can be in mans wish compriz'd Is in thy love immortall, in thy graces. I am not the same flesh, my touch is alterd. Hast thou betrayd me? what hast thou attempted? Nothing that can be prejudiciall To the sweete peace of those illustrious graces. Oh my most certaine ruine? Admired Lady heare me, heare my vow, Oh miserable youth none saves thee now. By that which man holds dearest dreadfull Queene. And all that can be in a vow contain'd Ile prove as true, secret, and vigilant As ever man observ'd with serious vērtue The dreadfull call of his departing soule. Your owne soule to your secrets, shall not prove more true Than mine to it, to them, to all, to you. Oh misery of affection built on breath? Were I as far past my beleefe in heaven As in mans oathes, I were the foulest devill. May I eate and nere be nourished, live and know nothing, Love without enjoying, if ever— Come, this is more than needes. There's comfort then. You that professe such truth, shall I enjoynē you To one poore penance then to try your faith? Be't what it will command it. Spend but this houre, wherein you have offended In true repentance of your sinne, and all Your hasty youth stands guilty of, and being cleare, You shall enjoy that which you hold most deare. And if this pennance I performe not truely May I henceforth nere be received to favour.