Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) pastoral; romance · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig typicality 0.74 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
I know not what to say, where is my father I had a mother too, this Chamber they Used to call their's They are safe Philoclea, Let not your cheek look pale, their absence wrought For such a minute doth encourage me To tell you now or never you must show There dwells a pity in you, oh look smooth On him whose life and fortunes you may now Advance or ruin ever, if you can Remember who I am, and what your virtue Hath made me sister, think me worthy of A life, let it begin from your consent To love poor Pyrocles, 'tis in your power To be no more a prisoner to this rude And solitary dwelling, such a brightness Is lost in caves, extend your arm and reach A throne where seated with becoming greatness You may disperse with moving of your eye An influence beyond the stars, and quicken A world that waits to be your creature Pyrocles For so you call yourself, and such I dare Believe you are, for falsehood cannot dwell A neighbour to that tongue although I might Demand with reason, and my duty first What does concern my parents, such a truth Shines in your language, and such Innocence In what you call affection, I must Declare you have not placed one good thought here Which is not answered with my heart, the fire Which sparkled in your bosom long since leapt Into my breast and there burns modestly It would have spread into a greater flame But still I curbed it with my tears, oh Pyrocles I would thou wert Zelmane again, and yet I must confess I loved thee then, I know not With what prophetic soul but I did wish Often, thou were no man, or I no woman Thou wert the comfort of my sleeps And you The object of my watches, when the night Wanted a spell to cast me into slumber Yet when the weight of my own thoughts grew heavy For my tear dropping eyes, and drew these Curtains My dreams wert still of thee, forgive my blushes And the imagination thou wert then My harmless bed fellow I arrive too soon At my desires, gently oh gently drop These joys into me, lest at once let fall I sink beneath the tempest of my blessings And you swell my heart too fast If you be Pyrocles You will rest satisfied with this confession You only shall obtain my love Although my soul acknowledge this a blessing Such as no service can reward enough There remains something, something which your honour May easily consent to in this absence Of both your parents whom with several promises Of my return, I have already sent Toth' Cave where they in vain this night expect me We must forsake this place, I have provided For our conveyance to my father's kingdom If after all these arguments of love You dare trust Pyrocles to convey you thither,
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I know not what to say, where is my father I had a mother too, this Chamber they Vs'd to call their's They are safe Philoclea, Let not your cheeke looke pale, their absence wrought For such a minute doth encourage me To tell you now or never you must shew There dwells a pittle in you, oh looke smooth On him whose life and fortunes you may now Advance or ruine ever, if you can Remember who I am, and what your vertue Hath made me suster, thinke me worthy of A life, let it begin from your consent To love poore Pyrocles, 'tis in your power To be no more a prisoner to this rude And solitarie dwelling, such a brightnes Is lost in caves, extend your arme and reach A throane where seated with becomming greatnes You may disperse with moving of your eye An influence beyond the starrs, and quicken A world that waites to be your creature Pyrocles For so you call your selfe, and such I dare Beleeve you are, for falsehood cannot dwell A neighbor to that tongue although I might Demand with reason, and my dutie first What does concerne my parents, such a truth Shines in your language, and such Innocence In what you call affection, I must Declare you have not plac'd one good thought heere Which is not answerd with my heart, the fire Which sparkled in your bosome long since leap'd Into my brest and there burnes modestly It would have spread into a greater flame But still I curb'd it with my teares, oh Pyrocles I would thou wert Zelmane agen, and yet I must confesse I lov'd thee then, I know not With what propheticke soule but I did wish Often, thou were no man, or I no woman Thou wert the comfort of my sleepes And you The object of my watches, when the night Wanted a spell to cast me into slumber Yet when the weight of my owne thoughts grew heavie For my teare dropping eyes, and drew these Curtaines My dreames wert still of thee, forgive my blushes And the imagination thou wert then My harmelesse bed fellow I arive too soone At my desires, gently oh gently drop These joyes into me, least at once let fall I sinke beneath the tempest of my blessings And you swell my heart too fast If yo be Pyrocles You will rest satisfied with this confession You onely shall obtaine my love Although my soule acknowledge this a blessing Such as no service can reward enough There remaines something, something which your honor May easily consent to in this absence Of both your parents whom with severall promises Of my returne, I have already sent To 'th Cave where they in vaine this night expect me We must for sake this place, I have provided For our conueiance to my fathers kingdome If after all these arguments of love You dare trust Pyrocles to convey you thether,