The Ladies' Privilege (The Lady's Privilege) · chunk 9 of 31
Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1640] (Annals) not in BritDrama · before the Court unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Come Signiors, will you walk? Cosen Bonivet, I should be glad, after some minutes, to Enjoy your Company. I shall attend your Ladyship. Corimba what answer from Vitelli? do I live? Or in the killing rigour of his scorn Must I die wretched. Sincerely Madam, You are too timorous of your own deserts, Or else you durst not doubt, that he, or any You being so neat yourself, and dressed as neatly As any Lady in the Court, should hazard The reputation of his wit, by slighting Such an accomplished beauty. You talk, And play the cunning flatterer, to excuse Your negligence; but know affection's fire Once kindled by desire, and blown by thought Into a heat, expires a thousand sighs, Which as love's smoke, like incense flies to heaven, While the light fire with nimble wings do soar To its own sphere, true lovers hearts who cherish The flame, till they to ashes burn, and perish. Why Ladybird, are you so passionate, the gentleman Is a kind gentleman, has all that may Set forth a man; for when I told him how Like a hurt deer you wounded were with love, Life how he leapt for joy, as if the self Same arrow which struck you, had glanced on him, And as a token of his love, he sent you A bleeding heart in a Cornelion, which Beshrew me, most unfortunately I lost. Cornuba see If General Doria be within— Eurione I have been seeking thee, how dost thou sister? I must demand a question that concerns The safety of your fame. I rest Secure in mine own innocence, and no malice Can forge an accusation which can blemish My meanest thought with scandal. I believe, but know Eurione I am informed You do affect Vitelli, and conjure you By the dear memory of our mother, tell me If the report be certain. Should I deny't, My love would muster thousand blushes up To invade my guilty Cheeks, I must confess I love him so, as modesty and truth Afford me warrant. 'tis ill done, and childishly so easily to impart The treasure of your liberty, to keeping Of a neglected stranger. His own worth Deserves as noble knowledge here, as many Who borrow titular glory from the dust Of their forgotten Ancestors. You defend him Like a brave Championess, as if you meant, T'engage your dearest pawn of life and honour In his protection. Say I did, the evenest, Though most strict justice would allow as lawful My honourable purpose. Fie, you are led on too wildly by your fancy sister, It ill befits the greatness of your blood To seek to mix its pure stream with a poor Regardless River. He appears to me Broad in his own dimensions as the sea, Clear as a brook, whose crystal lips salute Only the freshest meadows: such a Creature That were some cunning painter to express An Angel clothed in humane shape, he might From his derive a pattern.
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Come Signiors, will you walke? Cosen Bonivet, I should be glad, after some minutes, to Enjoy your Company. I shall attend your Ladyship. Corimba what answer from Vitelli? do I live? Or in the killing rigour of his scorne Must I dye wretched. Sincerely Madam, You are too timorous of your owne deserts, Or else you durst not doubt, that he, or any You being so neat your selfe, and drest as neatly As any Lady in the Court, should hazzard The reputation of his wit, by slighting Such an accomplish'd beauty. You talke, And play the cunning flatterer, to excuse Your negligence; but know affections fire Once kindled by desire, and blowne by thought Into a heat, expires a thousand sighes, Which as loves smoak, like incense flyes to heaven, While the light fire with nimble wings doe soare To its owne spheare, true lovers hearts who cherish The flame, till they to ashes burne, and perish. Why Ladybird, are you so passionate, the gentleman Is a kind gentleman, has all that may Set forth a man; for when I told him how Like a hurt Deare you wounded were with love, Life how he leapt for joy, as if the selfe Same arrow which struck you, had glanc'd on him, And as a token of his love, hee sent you A bleeding heart in a Cornelion, which Beshrew me, most unfortunately I lost. Cornuba see If Generall Doria be within—Eurione I have beene seeking thee, how dost thou sister? I must demand a question that concernes The safety of your fame. I rest Secure in mine owne innocence, and no malice Can forge an accusation which can blemish My meanest thought with scandall. I beleeve, but know Eurione I am enform'd You doe affect Vitelli, and conjure you By the deare memory of our mother, tell me If the report be certaine. Should I deny't, My love would muster thousand blushes up To invade my guilty Cheeks, I must confesse I love him so, as modesty and truth Afford me warrant. Tis ill done, and childishly so easily to impart The treasure of your liberty, to keeping Of a neglected stranger. His owne worth Deserves as noble knowledge here, as many Who borrow titular glory from the dust Of their forgotten Ancestours. You defend him Like a brave Championesse, as if you meant, T'ingage your dearest pawne of life and honour In his protection. Say I did, the even'st, Though most strict justice would allow as lawfull My honourable purpose. Fie, you are lead on too wildly by your fancy sister, It ill befits the greatnesse of your blood To seeke to mixe its pure streame with a poore Regardlesse River. He appeares to me Broad in his owne dimensions as the sea, Cleare as a brooke, whose Christall lips salute Onely the freshest medowes: such a Creature That were some cunning painter to expresse An Angell cloath'd in humane shape, he might From his derive a patterne.