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 T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Madam, you yet may recompense Lysimachus, If you affect him now, you were not false To him whom then you loved not, if you can Find any gentle passion in your soul To entertain his thought, no doubt his heart, Though sad, retains a noble will to meet it, His love was firm to you, and cannot be Unrooted with one storm. He will not sure Trust any language from her tongue that mocked him, Although my soul doth weep for't, and is punished To love him above the world. he's here As fate would have him reconciled, be free, And speak your thoughts. If Madam I appear Too bold, your charity will sign my pardon: I heard you were not well, which made me haste To pay the duty of an humble visit. You do not mock me sir. I am confident You think me not so lost to manners, in The knowledge of your person, to bring with me Such rudeness, I have nothing to present, But a heart full of wishes for your health, And what else may be added to your happiness. I thought you had been sensible. How Madam? A man of understanding, can you spend One prayer for me, remembering the dishonour I have done Lysimachus? Nothing can deface that part of my Religion in me, not to pray for you. It is not then impossible you may Forgive me too, indeed I have a soul Is full of penitence, and something else, If blushing would allow to give't a name. What Madam? Love, a love that should redeem My past offence, and make me white again. I hope no sadness can possess your thoughts For me, I am not worthy of this sorrow, But if you mean it any satisfaction For what your will hath made me suffer, 'tis But a strange overflow of charity, To keep me still alive, be yourself Madam, And let no cause of mine, be guilty of This rape upon your eyes, my name's not worth The least of all your tears. You think 'em counterfeit. Although I may Suspect a woman's smile hereafter, yet I would believe their wet eyes, and if this Be what you promise, for my sake, I have But one reply. I wait it. I have now Another Mistress. Stay. To whom I have made Since your revolt from me, a new chaste vow, Which not the second malice of my fate Shall violate, and she deserves it Madam, Even for that wherein you are excellent, Beauty, in which she shines equal to you Her virtue, if she but maintain what now She is mistress of, beyond all competition, So rich it cannot know to be improved, At least in my esteem, I may offend, But truth shall justify, I have not flattered her, I beg your pardon, and to leave my duty Upon your hand, all that is good flow in you.
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Madam, you yet may recompence Lisimachus, If you affect him now, you were not false To him whom then you lov'd not, if you can Finde any gentle passion in your soule To entertaine his thought, no doubt his heart, Though sad, retaines a noble will to meet it, His love was firme to you, and cannot be Vnrooted with one storme. He will not sure Trust any language from her tongue that mock'd him, Although my soule doth weepe for't, and is punish'd To love him above the world. Hees here As fate would have him reconcild, be free, And speake your thoughts. If Madam I appeare Too bold, your charity will signe my pardon: I heard you were not well, which made me haste To pay the duty of an humble visite. You doe not mocke me sir. I am confident You thinke me not so lost to manners, in The knowledge of your person, to bring with me Such rudenesse, I have nothing to present, But a heart full of wishes for your health, And what else may be added to your happinesse. I thought you had beene sensible. How Madam? A man of understanding, can you spend One prayer for me, remembring the dishonour I have done Lisimachus? Nothing can deface that part of my Religion in me, not to pray for you. It is not then impossible you may Forgive me too, indeed I have a soule Is full of penitence, and something else, If blushing would allow to give't a name. What Madam? Love, a love that should redeeme My past offence, and make me white againe. I hope no sadnesse can possesse your thoughts For me, I am not worthy of this sorrow, But if you meane it any satisfaction For what your will hath made me suffer, 'tis But a strange overflow of charity, To keepe me still alive, be your selfe Madam, And let no cause of mine, be guilty of This rape upon your eyes, my name's not worth The least of all your teares. You thinke em conterfeit. Although I may Suspect a womans smile hereafter, yet I would beleeve their wet eyes, and if this Be what you promise, for my sake, I have But one reply. I waite it. I have now Another Mistresse. Stay. To whom I have made Since your revolt from me, a new chaste vow, Which not the second malice of my fate Shall violate, and she deserves it Madam, Even for that wherein you are excellent, Beauty, in which she shines equall to you Her vertue, if he but maintaine what now She is Mistresse of, beyond all competition, So rich it cannot know to be improv'd, At least in my esteeme, I may offend, But truth shall justifie, I have not latterd her, I beg your pardon, and to leave my duty Vpon your hand, all that is good flow in you.