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 · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
The gods reward her for it Was this his plot? A thousand blessings overtake my child But not a word, not a word Philoclea To thy mother I have learned my duty sir Beshrew your haste Remove, convey thyself away dear girl, I'll follow My heart is full, and though my tongue denies Him farewell, he may read it in my eye. I knew thou couldst not choose at last but give My heart an audience; I am not myself With the imagination Of what? Of any thing; come I allow thee modest, it is not fit we should say our pleasures, sweet but act them You are to violent my Lord, I shall Repent my freedom, if you give no limit To your desires, if you do love your servant, Husband your flame that it may last It shall Pardon me dear Zelmane, I have a stock Of blood, though you may think it could is high And active as the veins of promising youth I wear this snow but a disguise Poor winter, My hairs are black at root, and shall grow up Fair as the Ebony and curl themselves Into a thousand pretty caves for love itself to sit that best delights in darkness This will be strange. 'Tis you that work these miracles Upon Basilius, as I came hither I felt a score of years drop off, which hung Upon my locks A score of hairs you mean: 'tis molting time Contain yourself a while, you have A jealous queen, and yet it goes against my Conscience To wrong so sweet a Lady, pray my Lord Think better on't This Does inflame me more Be not so cruel to remember her Thou must preserve my life. Well I ha' thought a way Shall perfect all without suspicion There is a cave hard by which nature made Intending well to lovers, thither will I With licence of your grace pretending To exercise a few days some devotions We Amazons have obligation to At some convenient hour. May I come to thee I'll give you notice in some evening Zelmane now thou dost ravish me You may with ease secure all at the lodge Most excellent I imagine sir the rest but do not come till I desire you Be not tedious then, I will prepare all this I hope you do not Conclude me impudent that I incline To do this for you, by my hopes of a blessed Eternity nor love nor lust ere tempted My thoughts to yield thus much to any man Be careful of my honour. Oh divine Zelmane keep my soul. Philoclea mine Oh my dear Pyrocles How is't dear cousin Never till now could you salute me happy The gods have been propitious Will she know thee yet?
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The gods reward her for it Was this his plot? A thousand blessings overtake my child But not a word, not a word Philoclea To thy mother I have learnt my duty sir Beshrew your haste Remove, convey thy selfe away deere girle, Ile follow My heart is full, and tho my tongue denies Him farwell, he may reade it in my eye. I knew thou couldst not choose at last but give My heart an audience; I am not my selfe With the imagination Of what? Of any thing; come I allow thee modest, it is not fit we should say our pleasures, sweete but act them You are to violent my Lord, I shall Repent my freedome, if you give no limit To your desires, if you doe love your servant, Husband your flame that it may last It shall Pardon me deere Zelmane, I have a stock Of blood, tho you may thinke it could is high And active as the veynes of promising youth I weare this snow but a disguise Poore winter, My haires are black at roote, and shall grow up Faire as the Ebony and curle themselues Into a thousand pretty caves for love It selfe to sit that best delights in darknes This will be strange. 'Tis you that worke these miracles Vpon Basilius, as I came heither I felt a score of yeares drop off, which hung Vpon my locks A score of haires you meane: tis molting time Containe your selfe a while, you have A jealous queene, and yet it goes against my Conscience To wrong so sweete a Lady, pray my Lord Thinke better ont This Does inflame me more Be not so cruell to remember her Thou must preserve my life. Well I ha thought a way Shall perfect all without suspition There is a cave hard by which nature made Intending well to lovers, thether will I With licence of your grace pretending To exercise a few dayes some devotions We Amazons have obligation to At some convenient houre. May I come to thee Ile give you notice in some evening Zelmane now thou dostravish me You may with ease secure all at the lodge Most excellent I imagin sir the rest but doe not come till I desire you Be not tedious then, I will prepare all this I hope you doe not Conclude me impudent that I encline To doe this for you, by my hopes of a blest Eternitie nor love nor lust ere tempted My thoughts to yeild thus much to any man Be carefull of my honor. Oh devine Zelmane keepe my soule. Philoclea mine Oh my deere Pyrocles How ist deere Cozen Never till now could you salute me happy The gods have beene propitious Will she know thee yet?