Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1635 [licensed for stage, Feb 6] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.
Thou art jealous now; Come, let me take the kiss I gave thee last, I am so confident of thee, no lip Has ravished it from thine; I prithee come To Court. For what? There is the throne for beauty. 'tis safer dwelling here. There's none will hurt, Or dare but think an ill to Polidora, The greatest will be proud to honour thee. Thy lustre wants the admiration here: There thou wots shine indeed, and strike a reverence Into the gazer. You can flatter too. No praise of thee can be thought so, thy virtue Will deserve all, I must confess, we Courtiers Do oftentimes commend to show our art, There is necessity sometimes to say, This Madam breathes Arabian gums, Amber and Cassia; though while we are praising, We wish we had no nostrils to take in The offensive steam of her corrupted lungs. Nay, some will swear they love their Mistress, Would hazard lives and fortunes, to preserve One of her hairs brighter than Berenice's; Or young Apollo's, and yet after this, A favour from another toy would tempt him To laugh, while the Officious hangman whips Her head off. Fine men. I am none of these, Nay, there are women Polidora too That can do pretty well at flatteries; Make men believe they dote, will languish for 'em, Can kiss a jewel out of one, and dally A carcanet of Diamonds from another, Weep intoth' bosom of a third, and maken Him drop as many pearls; they count it nothing To talk a reasonable heir within ten days Out of his whole estate, and make him mad He has no more wealth to consume. You'll teach me To think I may be flattered in your promises, Since you live where this art is most professed. I dare not be so wicked Polidora, The Infant errors of the Court I may Be guilty off, but never to abuse So rare a goodness, nor indeed did ever Converse with any of those shames of Court, To practise for base ends; be confident My heart is full of thine, and I so deeply Carry the figure of my Polidora, It is not in the power of time or distance To cancel it, by all that's blessed I love thee: Love thee above all women, dare invoke A curse when I forsake thee. Let it be some Gentle one. Teach me an oath I prithee, One strong enough to bind, if thou dost find Any suspicion of my faith, or else Direct me in some horrid imprecation When I forsake thee, for the love of other Woman, may heaven reward my apostasy To blast my greatest happiness on earth, And make all joys abortive. Revoke these hasty syllables, they carry To great a penalty for breach of Love To me, I am not worth thy suffering, You do not know what beauty may invite Your change, what happiness may tempt your eye And heart together.
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Thou art jealous now; Come, let me take the kisse I gave thee last, I am so confident of thee, no lippe Has ravisht it from thine; I prethee come To Court. For what? There is the throne for beauty. Tis safer dwelling here. Theres none will hurt, Or dare but thinke an ill to Polidora, The greatest will be proud to honour thēē. Thy luster wants the admiration here: There thou wot shine indeed, and strike a reverence Into the gazer. You can flatter too. No praise of thee can be thought so, thy vērtue Will deserve all, I must confesse, we Courtiers Doe oftentimes commend to shew our art, There is necessity sometimes to say, This Madam breaths Arabian Gummes, Amber and Cassia; though while we are praysing, We wish we had no nostriles to take in The offensive steame of her corrupted lungs. Nay, some will sweare they love their Mistresse, Would hazard lives and fortunes, to preserve One of her haires brighter then Berinices; Or young Apollos, and yet after this, A favour from another toy would tempt him To laugh, while the Officious hangman whips Her head off. Fine men. I am none of these, Nay, there are women Polidora too That can doe pretty well at flatteries; Make men beleeve they dote, will languish for em, Can kisse a Iewell out of one, and dally A carcanet of Diamonds from another, Weepe intoth' bosome of a third, and makē Him drop as many pearles; they count it nothing To talke a reasonable heire within ten dayes Out of his whole estate, and make him mad He has no more wealth to consume. Youle teach me To thinke I may be flattered in your promises, Since you live where this art is most profest. I dare not be so wicked Polidora, The Infant errors of the Court I may Be guilty off, but never to abuse So rare a goodnesse, nor indeed did ever Converse with any of those shames of Court, To practise for base ends; be confident My hēart is full of thine, and I so deepely Carry the figure of my Polidora, It is not in the power of time or distance▪ To cancell it, by all thats blest I love thee: Love thee above all women, dare invoke A curse when I forsake thee. Let it be some Gentle one. Teach me an oath I prethee, One strong enough to binde, if thou dost finde Any suspition of my faith, or else Direct me in some horrid imprecation When I forsake thee, for the love of other Woman, may heaven reward my apostacy To blast my greatest happinesse on earth, And make all joyes abortive. Revoke these hasty syllables, they carry To great a penalty for breach of Love To me, I am not worth thy suffering, You doe not know what beauty may invite Your change, what happinesse may tempt your eye And heart together.