Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) pastoral; romance · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
This was your poetry, Zelmane You are beholding to him, he would make You another I see, Gynoecia I am silent— Philoclea is too near I am not well o'th' sudden, break off your mirth What ails Gynoecia? My heart is sick Forbid it heaven Retire, come my Zelmane I attend Look to your charge Dametas I have a precious time; will you pace it governor? Trot, amble or gallop I'll run in your hand Lady. Come Dorus Your humble servant Thou art cruel. To an innocent bosom love, there is no way Within thy power to save me, oh Philoclea Where shall I cool my heart, oh if there be One shaft can kill, good Cupid aim at me. I warrant you Madam they shall have good luck if they whisper together in my hearing, Where is Zelmane? In some of the Arbours, she took a Lute abroad with her but I left Philoclea with her father Prithee be careful and watch them well good Miso They sha'not scape me, I'll watch their waters narrowly I warrant you. I see through his disguise 'tis so, and love Hath put this shape on him for Philoclea, In what a miserable flame I burn! Zelmane thou hast stolen. My virtue from me, I ha' not power to think A harmless thought, ha Music, From whence breathes that sound? it is Zelmane. What miserable accident brought her? Zelmane Madam I hope you'll pardon The trespass of a rude hand and voice, I meant not This for your curious care 'Twas harmony It was no light air I'm sure Indeed it carried something methought Of sorrow's descant, I heard love i''nt too Who is so happy to deserve a memory But in your sigh, come who's your servant? I have no servant. Nay then I see you can dissemble, my husband Madam I hope Nay I am so far from jealousy I should not Be angry to see you both a-bed together How Madam Why I can love you too, come thou shalt be my bedfellow I am not worthy Believe me I could take as much delight In thy embraces as my husbands, why Are we so nice to one another, I Am a woman, are not you so too? Why should we not be bold then, I have a mind To call thee Mistress, Yes and I'll disguise. myself in some quaint shape to court thy love: Disguise Nay do not blush: thou shalt be a man Your discourse appears. Strange to me Madam. As you would to me And yet you may as easily perceive Gynoecia's mind as I distinguish you Through all your clouds, Cupid doth dictate rarely. To those that come to school to him, instruct With handsome shadows to deceive the eye But cannot change my substance, I have a sense Can look beyond the superficial bark Come you're transparent Madam what d'ee mean?
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This was your poetrie, Zelmane You are beholding to him, he would make You another I see, Gynecia I am silent—Philoclea is too neere I am not well'oth sudden, breake off your mirth What ayles Gynecia? My heart is sicke Forbid it heaven Retire, come my Zelmane I attend Looke to your charge Dametas I have a pretious time; will you pace it governor? Trot, amble or gallop Ile runne in your hand Lady. Come Dorus Your humble servant Thou art cruell. To an innocent bosome love, there is no way Within thy power to save me, oh Philoclea Where shall I coole my heart, oh if there be One shaft can kill, good Cupid ayme at me. I warrant you Madam they shall have good lucke if they whisper together in my hearing, Where is Zelmane? In some of the Arbours, she tooke a Lute abroad with her but I left Philoclea with her father Prithee be carefull and watch them well good Miso They shano't scape me, Ile watch their waters narrowlie I warrant you. I see through his disguise 'tis so, and love Hath put this shape on him for Philoclea, In what a miserable flame I burne! Zelmane thou hast stolne. My vertue from me, I ha'not power to thinke A harmelesse thought, ha Musique, From whence breathes that sound? it is Zelmane. What miserable accident brought her? Zelmane Madam I hope you'l pardon The trespasse of a rude hand and voyce, I meant not This for your curious care 'Twas harmony It was no light aire I'me sure Indeede it carried something me thought Of sorrowes descant, I heard love i'nt too Who is so happie to deserve a memorie But in your sigh, come whoe's your servant? I have no servant. Nay then I see you can dissemble, my husband Madam I hope Nay I am so farre from Iealosie I should not Be angry to see you both a bed together How Madam Why I can love you too, come thou sha't be my bed-fellow I am not worthy Beleeve me I could take as much delight In thy imbraces as my husbands, why Are we so nice to one annother, I Am a woman, are not you so too? Why should we not be bould then, I have a mind To call thee Mistris, Yes and Ile disguise. My selfe in some queint shape to court thy love: Disguise Nay do not blush: thou shalt be a man Your discourse appeares. Strange to me Madam. As you would to me And yet you may as easily perceive Gynecias mindas I distinguish you Through all your clouds, Cupid doth dictate rarely. To those that come to schoole to him, instruct With hansome shaddowes to deceive the eye But cannot change my substance, I have a sense Can looke beyond the superficiall barke Come y'are transparen't Madam what dee meane?