Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, Nov 14] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.81 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Oh Hippolito If you have used no charms but simple courtship, Perhaps you may condemn me in your thoughts That I so soon (not studying the ways Of cunning to disguise my love, which other Women have practised, and would well become The modesty of a wife) declare myself At your dispose, but I suspect you have Some command more than Natural, I have heard There have been too much witchcraft exercised To make poor women dote You are not serious In what you say? I hope you do not take me For such a juggler? if you think I practise That look acquits you, then at my nativity Some powerful star reigned, I have heard Astrologers Talk much of Venus And of Mars when they are in conjunction, they incline us mortals Strangely to love and lie with one another I am ignorant What influence we have from them, but I Am sure, something has strangely wrought on me As how Madam? Why to love, I know not home, You know my meaning, but truth witness with me When first I saw your person I gave up My liberty, methought I loved you strangely. I had desires too I could not justify But knowledge that you were my friends, for that time All loose fires, but love that swayed you, then quenched And kept your thoughts longing, met with my heart And scald it up for you, yet when I think on Bellament. There's wrestlings in my blood. just when I think on him 'tis so with mine, That love should be so equal, dost not stir you Sometimes to think of former vows? Nay I do dream Sometimes of being surprised in thy dear arms And then methinks I weep, and sigh and wake. With my own groans. I never dream of that It is my foolish fancy, yet such fears Should waking never trouble me, those lovers That have not art to hide, and to secure Their amorous thefts, deserve to be revealed: Sure there's no woman in the world but this Could have such power against my friend, each syllable Renews her force upon me, I beseech you Although a storm hath thrown me on your shore Have not so little charity to think I should accept of safety on another, It is not possible any but yourself With all the Magic of his tongue or fortunes Could bribe me from Bellament, if I fall For too much loving you, your mercy may Interpret fairly, by these tears Sir your horse is ready I sha'not go yet, Lady if you please we'll walk a turn i'th' Garden. Hark you my small friend, without offence is not your Master a— What I would have another word for a whoremaster How my dirty rubber of horse heels Nay I do not say he is, I do but ask, whether he be or no, Be not angry demi-lance, there be as good gentlemen as he, that love a wench. Why is your Mistress a wench? My Mistress you didapper
seed 43: T2 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Oh Hippolito If you have usd no charmes but simple courtship, Perhaps you may condemne me in your thoughts That I so soone (not studying the wayes Of cunning to disguise my love, which other Women have practis'd, and would well become The modesty of a wife) declare my selfe At your dispose, but I suspect you have Some command more then Naturall, I have heard There have beene too much witchcraft exercis'd To make poore women dote You are not serious In what you say? I hope you do not take me For such a juggler? if you thinke I practise That looke acquits you, then at my nativity Some powerfull starre raignd, I have heard Astrologers Talke much of Venus And of Mars when they are in coniunction, they encline us mortalls Strangly to love and ly with one another I am ignorant What influence we have from them, but I Am sure, something has strangely wrought on me As how Madam? Why to love, I know not home, You know my meaning, but truth witnesse with me When first I saw your person I gave up My liberty, me thought I lov'd you strangely. I had desires too I could not justifie But knowledge that you were my friends, for that time All loose fires, but love that swaid you, then quenchd And kept your thoughts longing, met with my heart And scald it up for you, yet when I thinke on Bellemente. Theres wrestlings in my blood. Iust when I thinke on him tis so with mine, That love should be so equall, do'st not stirre you Sometimes to thinke of former vowes? Nay I do dreame Sometimes of being surprizd in thy deere armes And then methinkes I weepe, and sigh and wake. With my owne grones. I never dreame of that It is my foolish fancie, yet such feares Should waking never trouble me, those lovers That have not art to hide, and to secure Their amorous thefts, deserve to be reveald: Sure there's no woman in the world but this Could have such power against my friend, each sillable Renewes her force upon me, I beseech you Although a storme hath throwne me on your shore Have not so litle charity to thinke I should accept of safety on another, It is not possible any but your selfe Withall the Magicke of his tongue or fortunes Could bribe me from Bellemente, if I fall For too much loving you, your mercy may Interpret fairely, by these teares Sir your horse is ready I shanot go yet, Lady if you please Wee'l walke a turneith Garden. Harke you my small friend, without offence is not your Master a — What I would have another word for a whooremaster How my durty rubber of horse heeles Nay I do not say he is, I do but aske, whether he be or no, Be not angry demilance, there be as good gentlemen as he, that love a wench. Why is your Mistresse a wench? My Mistresse you didapper