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 T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Did he not say Charilla, that he had Another Mistress? Such a sound me thought Came from him. Let's remove, here's too much air, The sad note multiplies. Take courage Madam, And my advice, he has another Mistress, If he have twenty, be you wise, and cross him With entertaining twice as many servants, And when he sees your humour he'll return, And sue for any Livery, grieve for this, It must be she, 'tis Polidora has Taken his heart, she live my rival, How does the thought inflame me. Polidora? And yet she does but justly, and he too; I would have robbed her of Areadius heart, And they will both have this revenge on me, But something will rebel. The house is desolate, none comes forth to meet us, she's slow to entertain us, Philocles, I prithee tell me, did she wear no cloud Upon her brow, wast freely that she said We should be welcome. To my apprehension, Yet 'tis my wonder she appears not. She nor any other, Sure there's some conceit To excuse it. Stay, who's this? observe what follows? Fortune? some mask to entertain you sir. Not yet? what silence doth inhabit here? No preparation to bid Fortune welcome! Fortune the genius of the world, have we Descended from our pride, and state to come So far attended with our darlings, Youth Pleasure, and Health, to be neglected thus? Sure this is not the place? call hither Fame. What would great Fortune? Know, Who dwells here. Once more I report great Queen, This is the house of Love. It cannot be, This place has too much shade, and looks as if It had been quite forgotten of the Spring, And sun beams Love, affect society And heat, here all is cold as the hairs of Winter, No harmony to catch the busy ear Of passengers, no object of delight, To take the wand'ring eyes, no song, no groan Of Lovers, no complaint of Willow garlands, Love has a Beacon upon his palace top Of flaming hearts, to call the weary pilgrim To rest, and dwell with him, I see no fire To threaten, or to warm, can Love dwell here? If there be noble love upon the world, Trust Fame, and find it here. Make good your boast and bring him to us. What does mean all this? I told you sir we should have some device, There's Cupid now, that little Gentleman, Has troubled every mask at Court this seven year. No more. Welcome to Love, how much you honour me! It had become me, that upon your summons I should have waited upon mighty Fortune, But since you have vouchsafed to visit me; All the delights Love can invent, shall flow To entertain you, music through the air Shoot your enticing harmony. We came to dance and revel with you I am poor In my ambition, and want thought to reach How much you honour Love.
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Did he not say Charilla, that he had Another Mistresse? Such a sound me thought Came from him. Let's remove, here's too much ayre, The sad note multiplies. Take courage Madam, And my advice, he has another Mistresse, If he have twenty, be you wise, and crosse him With entertaining twice as many servants, And when he sees your humour heele returne, And sue for any Livery, grieve for this, It must be she, 'tis Polidora has Taken his heart, she live my rivall, How does the thought inflame me. Polidora? And yet she does but justly, and he too; I would have rob'd her of Areadius heart, And they will both have this revenge on me, But something will rebell. The house is desolate, none comes forth to meete us, Shees slow to entertaine us, Philocles, I prethee tell me, did she weare no cloud Vpon her brow, wast freely that she said We should be welcome. To my apprehension, Yet tis my wonder she appeares not. She nor any other, Sure there's some conceite To excuse it. Stay, who's this? observe what followes? Fortune? some maske to entertaine you sir. Not yet? what silence doth inhabite here? No preparation to bid Fortune welcome! Fortune the genious of the world, have we Descended from our pride, and state to come So farre attended with our darlings, Youth Pleasure, and Health, to be neglected thus? Sure this is not the place? call hither Fame. What would great Fortune? Know, Who dwels here. Once more I report great Queene, This is the house of Love. It cannot be, This place has too much shade, and lookes as if It had beene quite forgotten of the Spring, And sunne beames Love, affect society And heate, here all is cold as the haires of Winter, No harmony to catch the busie eare Of passengers, no object of delight, To take the wandring eyes, no song, no grone Of Lovers, no complaint of Willow garlands, Love has a Beacon upon his palace top Of flaming hearts, to call the weary pilgrime To rest, and dwell with him, I see no fire To threaten, or to warme, can Love dwell here? If there be noble love upon the world, Trust Fame, and finde it here. Make good your boast and bring him to us. What does meane all this? I told you sir we should have some device, There's Cupid now, that little Gentleman, Has troubled every masque at Court this seven yeare. No more. Welcome to Love, how much you honor me! It had become me, that upon your summons I should have waited upon mighty Fortune, But since you have vouchsafed to visite me; All the delights Love can invent, shall flow To entertaine you, Musicke through the ayre Shoote your inticing harmony. We came to dance and revell with you I am poore In my ambition, and want thought to reach How much you honor Love.