Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, Nov 14] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
YOu sha'not go, indeed you sha'not Lady. Unless the fault of your poor entertainment Nay now you trespass, and dishonour me With a suspicion that I can be so unjust, as not to acknowledge, you have made A free, and liberal welcome— but excuse Love shall supply, what else hath been defective, To express my thanks for your kind visit 'tis Business that now ravish me away By this white hand, which but to kiss, would tempt me To dwell an age here, I must wait upon The Duke Why so you may 'tis now my time. You are not tied to such a strict observance That half an hour can prejudice you, come I know you may dispense with duty so much. You may command; Not any thing that shall Reflect injurious to yourself, I know You have more charity. If there be other Cause, that concerns your honour, or your fortune, Trust me, I would not by a minute's stay be guilty of your wrong, and yet methinks If there were any thing you might tell me; not a thought, that I dare keep from you, Nough you may know from whence it breakes, I have not had a tear, but you have searched The very spring, come is't some other friend? O do not so far wound your servant Madam To think my heart can allow any time For the imagination of another Woman, did all the goodness of the sex Conspire in one without you, I should love My first election, and be blessed to write All my devotion here; if by the title Of friend, you understand a man, there is But one in the whole world I dare call friend, And I am confident it would trouble me As much to find a cause that would offend him As to be guilty of the sin. Hippolito. If he expected me a day, the crime Were easily purged, I can presume on him This is but little of that Character I have heard your tongue deliver, if his love Be what you often have proclaimed, trust me He is a treasure Such as both the Indies Sha'not buy, from me, Whatthing's rare in him 'Bove other friends? His love his love Clariana; That may be found in many But not so rich of so exact a nature All other is but drossy; He will venture His life to advance your cause He has done't often But that is not the thing for which I bosom Hippolite, I can return full weight Of blood for his, engage myself to dangers As high and horrid as he can for me, But every daring fellow in the street Can draw a sword, and will for his gay honour Which sways him more than his religion, I'th' field maintain a good or impious quarrel: But he is such a one to me, the name Of friend's too narrow for him, and I want A word that carries more divinity To express his love.
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YOu shanot goe, indeed you shanot Lady. Vnlesse the fault of your poore entertainment Nay now you trespasse, and dishonour me With a suspition that I can be so Vnjust, as not to acknowledge, you haue made A free, and liberall welcome—but excuse Love shall supply, what else hath beene defective, To expresse my thankes for your kind visit Tis Businesse that now ravish me away By this white hand, which but to kisse, would tempt me To dwell an age here, I must waite vpon The Duke Why so you may Tis now my time. You are not tied to such a strict obseruance That halfe an houre can preiudice you, come I know you may dispence with dutie so much. You may command; Not any thing that shall Reflect iniurious to your selfe, I know haue more charity. there be other that concernes your honor, or your fortune, me, I would not by a minites stay be guilty of your wrong, and yet me thinkes If there were any thing you might tell me; thought, that I dare keepe from you, Nough you may know from whence it breakes, I haue not had a teare, but you haue searchd The very spring, come ist some other friend? O doe not so farre wound your servant Madam To thinke my heart can allow any time For the imagination of another Woman, did all the goodnesse of the sexe Conspire in one without you, I should loue My first election, and be blest to write All my devotion here; if by the title Of friend, you vnderstand a man, there is But one in the whole world I dare call friend, And I am confident it would trouble me As much to find a cause that would offend him As to be guilty of the sinne. Hippolito. If he expected me a day, the crime Were easily purg'd, I can presume on him This is but little of that Character I haue heard your tongue deliuer, if his loue Be what you often haue proclaimd, trust me He is a treasure Such as both the Indies Sha'not buy, from me, Whatthing's rare in him 'Bove other friends? His love his love Clariana; That may be found in many But not so rich of so exact a nature All other is but drossie; He will venture His life to aduance your cause He has don't often But that is not the thing for which I bosome Hippolite, I can returne full weight Of blood for his, engage my selfe to dangers As high and horrid as he can for me, But every daring fellow in the street Can draw a sword, and will for his gay honour Which swaies him more then his religion, I'th field maintaine a good or impious quarrell: But he is such a one to me, the name Of friend's too narrow for him, and I want A word that carries more divinitly To expresse his love.