Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) pastoral; romance · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
You compliment. Are you not weary Madam I shall never In thy society, yet we may rest A little in this shade, oh M He should be enemy to virtue now To cherish one suspectful thought of thee Some wild licentious Prince had now undone me And careless of his own ruined my honour. It were not simple theft but Sacrilege To rob you of one peaceful thought, if any Service already have obtained so much Trust I am so familiar with mine own Desires, that hereafter I'll deserve to keep Your fair opinion of me, lust could never Intrude himself a guest here, I should not Love mine own eyes, had they been but tempted To see an unchaste picture with delight What's that behind the trees? Nothing, the birds are dancing on the leaves Called hither by the music of your tongue Those that are silent do but listen to Your voice to mend their singing Still methinks I hear another noise It is your fear There's some thing whispers Shall I tell Pamela Pray if you can It is the wind that would Steal through the boughs to give you more refreshing Whom the trees envy, I do hear it murmur To be kept from your lips which it would kiss And mixing with your breath catch odours thence Enough to sweeten all the wood, there can No other danger enter here We are betrayed help Ha, villains, you'd better lay violent hands Upon your mothers Let your courage cool, and hear us you were best If you do love this Gentlewoman's life. Put up your tool, d'ee see this bodkin sir With it, I'll punch her heart, if you but offer A blow at any of my train, I'll do't As I am true Rebel and for the more security Deliver up your whinyard to our uses Or I'll make an eyelet-hole presently Do not resign your sword but use it. Hold hear me Let us both die with honour, do not give Your strength and trust t'the mercy of those slaves In humane villains to us But thy life,— as you are men but hear me Drop your steel quickly, or Alas she is my wife Your wife, if you love her be not troublesome I tell you again Pamela bids thee fight, fear not for me If I die I shall not be dishonoured And thou shalt take a brave revenge on them, Pity not me to lose us both, we'll meet Again in death and love eternally My soul's divided, shall I venture her? I'll stay no longer Hold and take my sword But swear by some religion you will use No violence to her We swear So first and foremost throw his sword out of the way, we have no use on't, secondly bind him to a tree Set her at liberty And use what cruelty you please on me Kill me, and I'll forgive you.
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You complement. Are you not weary Madam I shall never In thy societie, yet we may ret A little in this shade, oh M He should be enemy to vertue now To cherrish one suspectfull thought of thee Some wild licencious Prince had now me And carelesse of his owne ruin'd my honor. It were not simple theft but Sacriledge To rob you of one peacefull thought, if any Service already have obtaind so much Trust I am so familliar with mine owne Desires, that hereafter Ile deserve to keepe Your faire opinion of me, lust could never Intrude himselfe a guest heere, I should not Love mine owne eyes, had they been but tempted To see an unchast picture with delight What's that behinde the trees? Nothing, the birds are dancing on the leaves Call'd heither by the musique of your tongue Those that are silent doe but listen to Your voyce to mend their singing Still methinkes I heare annother noyse It is your feare There's some thing whispers Shall I tell Pamela Pray if you can It is the winde that would Steale through the boughes to give you more refreshing Whom the trees envie, I doe heare it murmer To be kept from your lips which it would kisse And mixing with your breath catch odors thence Enough to sweeten all the wood, there can No other danger enter heere We are betray'd helpe Ha, villaines, y'ad better lay violent hands Vpon your mothers Let your courage coole, and heare us you were best If you doe love this Gentlewomans life. Put up your toole, dee see this bdkin sir With it, Ile punch her heart, if you but offer A blow at any of my traine, Ile doo't As I am true Rebell and for the more security Deliver up your whinyard to our use Or Ile make an oylet-hole presently Doe not resigne your sword but use it. Hold heare me Let us both die with honor, doe not give Your strength and trust t'the mercy of those slaves In humane villanes to us But thy life,—as you are men but heare me Drop your steele quickly, or Alas she is my wife Your wife, if you love her be not troublesome I tell you againe Pamela bids thee fight, feare not for me If I die I shall not be dishonord And thou shalt take a brave revenge on them, Pitty not me to loose us both, weel meete Again in death and love eternally My soule's devided, shall I venture her? Ile stay no longer Hold and take my sword But sweare by some religion you will use No violence to her We sweare So first and formost throw his sword out of the way, we have no vse on't, secondly bind him to a tree Set her at liberty And use what cruelty you please on me Kill me, and Ile forgive you.