Rawlins, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1637-1639] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 522 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Attend your Lady— so her forward spleen, Tickled with thought of greatness makes the Scene attempts run smooth: the haughty Moore shall be the Lader, on whose servile back I'll mount to greatness, If calm peace deny me easy way. Rough War shall force it, which done, Raimond And his Philippa must go seek an Empire in Elysium; for to rule, predominance belongs Alone to me: slaves are unworthy rule, What state would set a Crown upon a a Mule? My soul is heavy, and my eyelids feel The weighty power of lazy Morpheus: Each element that breathes a life within me Runs a contrary course, and conspire To counterfeit a Chaos: whilst the frame And weak supporters of my inward man (Crack) as beneath the weight of Atlas' burden: A sudden change, how my bleared eyelids strive To force a sleep 'gainst nature. O you Powers That rule the better thoughts, if you have aught To act on my frail body, let it be with eagle's Speed; or if your wills so please, Let my fore past and undigested wrongs o'erwhelm my thoughts, and sink me to the ground With their no less than deaths remembrances. Cease bastard slave, to clog my senses With the leaden weights of an unwilling sleep; unless Thy raw-boned brother join his force, and make A separation twixt my airy soul, And my all earthly body: I am o'er come, heaven work your wills, my breath, Submits to this us 'twould submit to death. Sleep entranced man, but be Wakeful in thy fancy; see Love hath left his Palace fair, And beats his wings against the air, To ease thy panting breasts of ill: Loves a Physician, our Will Must be obeyed; therefore with haste To Flanders fly, the echoing blast Of Fame shall usher thee along, And leave thee pestered in a throng Of searching troubles, which shall be But Bugbears to thy constancy. What this same shadow seems to be, In Flanders thou shalt real see; The Maid that seemed to conquer Death, And give thee longer leaf of breath, Dotes on thy air; report hath been Lavish in praising thee unseen. Make haste to Flanders, time will be Accused of slothfulness, if she Be longer tortured: do not stay, My power shall guide thee on the way. He is asleep. See how he struggles, as if some visions Had assumed a shape fuller of horror Than his troubled thoughts. His conscience gripes him to purpose: see he wakes; Let us observe. Stay gentle power, leave Hostage that thy promise Thou'lt perform, And I will offer to thy deity More than my lazy heart has offered yet. But stay Antonio, can thy easy faith Give credit to a dream? an airy vision, Framed by strangling fancy, to delude weak Sense with a gay nothing? recollect thyself, Advise thee by thy fears, it may force hence This midnight's shade of grief; And guild it with a morn as fall of joy. As does bright Phoebus to our Eastern World, When blushing he arises from the lap Of Seagreen Thetis to give a new day birth.
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Attend your Lady—so her forward spleene, Tickled with thought of greatnesse makes the Scene attempts run smooth: the haughty Moore shall bee the Lader, on whose servile backe Ile mount to greatnesse, If calme peace deny me easie way. Rough War shall force it, which done, Raimond And his Philippa must goe seeke an Empire in Elizium; for to rule, predominance belongs Alone to me: slaves are unworthy rule, What state wo'd set a Crowne upon a a Mule? My soule is heavy, and my eye-lids feele The weighty power of lazy Morpheus: Each element that breathes a life within me Runs a contrary course, and conspire To counterfeit a Chaos: whilst the frame And weake supporters of my inward man (Cracke) as beneath the weight of Atlas burthen: A suddaine change, how my blear'd eye-lids strive To force a sleepe 'gainst nature. O you Powers That rule the better thoughts, if you have ought To act on my fraile body, let it be with eagles Speed; or if your wills so please, Let my fore past and undejested wrongs O're whlme my thoughts, and sinke me to the ground With their no lesse then deaths remembrances. Cease bastard slave, to clog my sences With the leaden weights of an unwilling sleepe; unlesse Thy raw-bon'd brother joyne his force, and make A seperation twixt my aiery soule, And my all earthly body: I am o're come, heaven worke your wills, my breath, Submits to this us 'twould submit to death. Sleepe intranced man, but be Wakefull in thy fancy; see Love hath left his Pallace faire, And beates his wings against the ayre, To ease thy panting breasts of ill: Loves a Phisitian, our Will Must be obey'd; therefore with hast To Flanders fly, the ecchoing blast Of Fame shall usher thee along, And leave thee pester'd in a throng Of searching troubles, which shall be But Bug-beares to thy constancy. What this same shadow seemes to be, In Flanders thou shalt reall see; The Maid that seem'd to conquer Death, And give thee longer leafe of breath, Dotes on thy aire; report hath bin Lavish in praysing thee unseene. Make hast to Flanders, time will be Accus'd of slothfulnesse, if she Be longer tortur'd: doe not stay, My power shall guide thee on the way. He is asleepe. See how he strugles, as if some visions Had assum'd a shape fuller of horrour Then his troubled thoughts. His conscience gripes him to purpose: see he wakes; Let us observe. Stay gentle power, leave Hostage that thy promise Thou'lt performe, And I will offer to thy Diety More then my lazy heart has offer'd yet. But stay Antonio, can thy easie faith Give credit to a dreame? an aiery vision, Fram'd by strangling fancy, to delude weake Sence with a gay nothing? recollect thy selfe, Advise thee by thy feares, it may force hence This midnights shade of griefe; And guild it with a morne as fall of joy. As do's bright Phaebus to our Easterne World, When blushing he arises from the lap Of Sea-greene Thetis to give a new day birth.