The Ladies' Privilege (The Lady's Privilege) · chunk 7 of 31
Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1640] (Annals) not in BritDrama · before the Court unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Sir, I not use To jest my life away: Vitelli is The person, to obtain whose precious love I do conjure you by all ties of honour To employ your utmost diligence. Can I be So tame o'th' sudden? has the feeble spirit Of some degenerate Coward frighted hence My resolution, which has given a Law To fate itself, that I must now become The stale to my own ruin: oh Chrisea, Who wert so good that virtue would have sighed At the unwelcome spectacle, had you Appeared but woman in a passion, Though of the slightest consequence: oh do not Abjure that Saintlike temper, it will be A change hereafter, burdenous to your soul: A sin to one, who all his life-time blessed With peace of conscience, at his dying minute Falls into mortal enmity with heaven, And perishes eternally. My will guides my determination, and you must In honour act your promise. Yes, I will, Since you can urge it tho, but two Things precious to me, and one cruel word Robs me of both; my friend and her, Chrisea I have not left another sigh to move, Nor tear to beg your pity. They are but vain, You may as easily think to kiss the stars, 'Cause they shine on you, as recall my vows, Which I will urge no further; but wish you Regard your honour: But farewell, I must Be cruel e'er, to my own love unjust. She's gone; what vapour, which the flattering Sun Attracts to heaven, as to create a star, And throw it a fading meteor to the earth, Has fall'n like me: I am not yet grown ripe For perfect sorrow, but as a bubbling brook, That sports and curls within its flowery Banks, Till the vast sea devour it, only falling Into the abyss of mischief; passions surround My intellectual powers, only my heart, Like to a rocky Island does advance Above the foe my violence of the flood, It's unmoved head: love be my careful guide, Who sails 'gainst danger both of wind and tide. THanks good Adorni, we are much endeared To your relation; this rich corsic wine Erected our dull spirits, and you shall Command our service in as high and jocund A Nature. Sir, although I am One that affects not the nice phrase of Court, Having been nursed in war, yet I can frame myself to imitation of what honour Shall there, or anywhere appear to be. Worthy my laughter. You have explained your knowledge, we who breath Only the air of Genoa, and ne'er tasted Foreign behaviour, covet nothing more Than certain knowledge of it, as 'tis proper to Complexions intellectual to delight. In novelties; your Spaniard as you say, Is of a staid, serious, and haughty garb: Acts all his words with shrugs and gestures, kisses His hand away in kindness, is of diet Sparing, will pick his teeth as formally After an Orange, or a clove of Garlic, which is his ordinary morsel, as he'd fed On Partridges or Pheasant.
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Sir, I not use To jest my life away: Vitelli is The person, to obtaine whose pretious love I doe conjure you by all tyes of honour To imploy your utmost diligence. Can I bee So tame o'th' suddaine? has the feeble spirit Of some degenerate Coward frighted hence My resolution, which has given a Law To fate it selfe, that I must now become The stale to my owne ruine: oh Chrisea, Who wert so good that vertue would have sigh'd At the unwelcome spectacle, had you Appeard but woman in a passion, Though of the slightest consequence: oh doe not Abjure that Saint-like temper, it will be A change hereafter, burdenous to your soule: A sinne to one, who all his life-time blest With peace of conscience, at his dying minute Falls into mortall enmity with heaven, And perishes eternally. My will guides my determination, and you must In honour act your promise. Yes, I will, Since you can urge it tho, but two Things pretious to me, and one cruell word Robs me of both; my friend and her, Chrisea I have not left another sigh to move, Nor teare to beg your pitty. They are but vaine, You may as easily thinke to kisse the starres, 'Cause they shine on you, as recall my vowes, Which I will urge no further; but wish you Regard your honour: But farewell, I must Be cruell e're, to my owne love unjust. She's gone; what vapour, which the flattering Sunne Attracts to heaven, as to create a starre, And throw it a fading meteor to the earth, Has falne like me: I am not yet growne ripe For perfect sorrow, but as a bubling brooke, That sports and curles within its flowry Bankes, Till the vast sea devoure it, onely falling Into theabysse of mischiefe; passions surround My intellectuall powers, only my heart, Liketo a rocky Island does advance Above the fo my violence of the flood, Its unmov'd head: love be my carefull guide, Who sailes 'gainst danger both of wind and tide. THanks good Adorni, we are much endeer'd To your relation; this rich corsick wine Erected our dull spirits, and you shall Command our service in as high and jocund A Nature. Sir, although I am One that affects not the nice phrase of Court, Having bin nurs'd in warre, yet I can frame My selfe to imitation of what honour Shall there, or any where appeare to be. Worthy my laughter. You have explain'd your knowledge, we who breath Onely the aire of Genoa, and ne're tasted Forraigne behaviour, covet nothing more Than certaine knowledge of it, as 'tis proper to Complexions intellectuall to delight. In novelties; your Spaniard as you say, Is of a staid, serious, and haughty garbe: Acts all his words with shrugs and gestures, kisses His hand away in kindnesse, is of dyet Sparing, will pick his teeth as formally After an Orenge, or a clove of Garlicke, which is his ordinary morsell, as he'd fed On Partridges or Pheasant.