The Ladies' Privilege (The Lady's Privilege) · chunk 6 of 31
Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1640] (Annals) not in BritDrama · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
My loyalty will not Permit that strong rebellion in my breast, To doubt the meanest falsehood in a word Her voice can utter, which should charm the world To a belief, some Cherubin has left Its room in heaven, to carol to the earth Celestial Anthems, and I now begin To question my own frailty; but by all Which we call good or holy, be't your will I should invade inevitable death, In its most ugly horror, my obedience Shall like a careless Pilot cast this bark On that pale rock of ruin. Will you swear this? Yes, invent A form of oath so binding, that no Law Or power can dispense with: and i'll seal With my best blood: pray Madam tell me what The imposition is you judge so easily, Will stagger my just truth, that I may fly On love's light wings to act it. Hear it then, and do not, As you respect your oath, or love, request The cause of what I shall command. Still Suspicions: My honour be my witness, which no action Shall violate, I will not. Enough, that vow Cannot but be material, receive it, I must no longer love you. That's no command: what did you say Chrisea? I must no longer love you, and command you, Leave your affection to me. You're very pleasant Lady. You'll find me very serious: nay more, I love another, and I do enjoin you, Since 'tis a man you may o'errule, to assist me In my obtaining him, without whose love I'm resolute to perish. Sure I dream, Or some strange sudden death has changed his frame To immortality; for were I flesh And should hear this, certain my violent rage Would pull me to some desperate act beyond The reach of fury; these are words would infect Rose-coloured patience; Clear and lovely front With loathsome leprosy, change flames to tears And with unusual harshness of the sound Deafen the genius of the world. Where's now The strength of soul you boasted, does the noise Of the death speaking Cannon, not affright Your settled resolution, and the voice Of a weak woman shake your youthful blood Into an ague: since you so ill bear this When you shall hear the man, whose love has stolen Your interest, you will rage more than unlimited fire In populous Cities. Sure 'tis she who speaks: I do enjoy yet sound untainted sense, Each faculty does with a peaceful harmony retain Its proper Organ; yet she did rehearse She must no longer love me: oh that word transforms The soul of quiet into rage, Above distracted madness: madam tell me, What place is this? for you have led me Into a subtle Labyrinth, where I never Shall have fruition of my former freedom, But like an humble anchorite, that digs With his own nails his grave, must live confined To the sad maze for ever. Sir you cannot By most submissive and continued prayers Reclaim my affection, which stands fixed as Fate Upon your friend Vitelli. My friend Vitelli?
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My loyalty will not Permit that strong rebellion in my breast, To doubt the meanest falsehood in a word Her voyce can utter, which should charme the world To a beliefe, some Cherubim has left Its roome in heaven, to carroll to the earth Celestiall Anthems, and I now beginne To question my owne frailty; but by all Which we call good or holy, be't your will I should invade inevitable death, In its most ugly horrour, my obedience Shall like a carelesse Pilot cast this bark On that pale rocke of ruine. Will you sweare this? Yes, invent A forme of oath so binding, that no Law Or power can dispense with: and ile seal With my best blood: pray Madam tell me what The imposition is you judge so easily, Will stagger my just truth, that I may flye On Loves light wings to act it. Heare it then, and doe not, As you respect your oath, or love, request The cause of what I shall command. Still Suspitions: My honour be my witnesse, which no action Shall violate, I will not. Enough, that vow Cannot but be materiall, receive it, I must no longer love you. That's no command: what did you say Chrisea? I must no longer love you, and command you, Leave your affection to me. Y'are very pleasant Lady. You'll finde me very serious: nay more, I love another, and I doe enjoyne you, Since tis a man you may o're-rule, to assist me In my obtaining him, without whose love I'me resolute to perish. Sure I dreame, Or some strange suddaine death has chang'd his frame To immortality; for were I flesh And should heare this, certaine my violent rage Would pull me to some desperate act beyond The reach of fury; these are words would infect Rose-colour'd patience; Cleere and lovely front With loathsome leprosie, change flames to teares And with unusuall harshnesse of the sound Deafen the genius of the world. Where's now The strength of soule you boasted, does the noyse Of the death speaking Cannon, not affright Your setled resolution, and the voyce Of a weak woman shake your youthfull blood Into an ague: since you so ill beare this When you shall heare the man, whose love has stolne Your interest, you will rage more than unlimited fire In populous Cities. Sure tis she who speakes: I doe enjoy yet sound untainted sence, Each faculty does with a peacefull harmony retaine Its proper Organ; yet she did rehearse She must no longer love me: oh that word transformes The soule of quiet into rage, Above distracted madnes: madam tell me, What place is this? for you have led me Into a subtle Labyrinth, where I never Shall have fruition of my former freedome, But like an humble anchorite, that digs With his owne nayles his grave, must live confin'd To the sad maze for ever. Sir you cannot By most submissive and continued prayers Reclaime my affection, which stands fixt as Fate Vpon your friend Vitelli. My friend Vitelli?