The Ladies' Privilege (The Lady's Privilege) · chunk 11 of 31
Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1640] (Annals) not in BritDrama · before the Court T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.86 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Try me by any attempt, whose danger does surpass The common path of daring, beet to snatch, A fiery boult when it from heaven comes wrapped In sheets of lightning to afford true proof Of my affection, and with eager haste, Such as inspires a husband to enjoy His spouse's virgin purity, i'll run To the achievement. These are but protests; such as be got by ceremony, proceed Not from intensive zeal, yet i'll experience The truth of your affection by a trial Of such a noble and effective weight, Which if you bravely do support, you'll stand As some tall Pyramid or Column for Your own memorial to tell after-times The power and strength of friendship. Pray name't, and 'twere a burden would o'erpress the earth, I'll be the able Atlas to sustain Heaven on my willing shoulders. There is a Lady in whose each eye sits fire, & on her cheek Victorious beauty captive to her smiles Dances in lovely triumph, one who emblems The glory of mortality in each look, Contracts the orb of lustre to a glance, Brandishes beams, whose purity dispense, Light more immaculate than the gorgeous east, Wears when the prostrate Indian does adore Its rising brightness, yet this wonder dotes On you with such inevitable fervour That I in pity of her sufferings come T'entreat you love her. Whom my Lord? You cannot appear so strangely stupid not to acknowledge creation's miracle, when I point out Her very figure you as well may seem, When the bleak North does with congealing blasts Bind up the crizzling streams in chains of ice, Not to know Winter, ignorant of her Who had she lived when superstitious mists Shaded the world, more groves of gammes had famed, T'her Divinest beauty, then to all The race of idle deities: 'tis Chrisea, The fair Chrisea loves you. The fair Chrisea, your Lordship's merry. Do you slight What I delivered with that unfeigned zeal, That penitents do their prayers, I say, Chrisea, A name whose every accent sweetlier sounds, Than quires of Syrens sense bereaving notes, Chrisea loves you infinitely above Expressive terms; the Orators should strive To paint her masculine fancy, and i'm bound To pay this homage to her best content, As to conjure you, by all sacred ties Of honour, amity, and what else may serve To enforce the endearment with your noblest love To gratify her fancy. No persuasion Can make me think this serious, good my Lord, Do not you love Chrisea? More than a babe does the kind Nurse that feeds it with her blood, More than I do my quiet, or the joys Of aught but blessed eternity; Vitelli, No other argument can more convince, Suspicion should it doubt my love: but this That to procure her peace, I have confined The greatness of my passion, and give up To thy dispose, a jewel which the earth And sea should both unlade their hidden wealth, Should not have purchased from me.
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Try me by any attempt, whose danger does surpasse The common path of daring, beet to snatch, A firy boult when it from heaven comes wrap'd In sheetes of lightning to afford true proofe Of my affection, and with eager haste, Such as inspires a husband to enjoy His spouses virgine purity, ile runne To the atchievement. These are but protests; such as be got by ceremony, proceed Not from intensive zeale, yet ile experience The truth of your affection by a triall Of such a noble and effective weight, Which if you bravely doe support, you'l stand As some tall Pyramid or Columne for Your owne memoriall to tell after-times The power and strength of friendship. Pray nam't, and 'twere a burden would orepresse the earth, Ile be the able Atlas to sustaine Heaven on my willing shoulders. There is a Lady in whose each eye sits fire, & on her cheek Victorious beauty captive to her smiles Dances in lovely triumph, one who emblemes The glory of mortality in each looke, Contracts the orbe of lusture to a glance, Brandishes beames, whose purity dispence, Light more immaculate then the gorgeous east, Weares when the prostrate Indian does adore Its rising brightnesse, yet this wonder doates On you with such inevitable fervor That I in pitty of her sufferings come T'intreate you love her. Whom my Lord? You cannot appeare so strangely stupid not to acknowledge Creations miracle, when I point out Her very figure you as well may seeme, When the bleake North does with congealing blasts Binde up the crisling streames in chaines of Ise, Not to know Winter, ignorant of her Who had she liv'd when superstitious mists Shaded the world, more groves of gammes had fam'd, T'her Divinest beauty, then to all The race of idle deities: tis Chrisea, The faire Chrisea loves you. The faire Chrisea, your Lordship's merry. Doe you slight What I deliver'd with that unfain'd zeale, That penitents doe their prayers, I say, Chrisea, A name whose every accent sweetlier sounds, Then quires of Syrens sence bereaving notes, Chrisea loves you infinitely above Expressive termes; the Orators shoud strive To paint her masculine fancy, and i'me bound To pay this homage to her best content, As to conjure you, by all sacred ties Of honour, amity, and what else may serve To inforce the indeerement with your noblest love To gratifie her fancy. No perswasion Can make me thinke this serious, good my Lord, Doe not you love Chrisea? More then a babe does the kind Nurse that feedes it with her blood, More then I doe my quiet, or the joyes Of ought but blest eternity; Uitelli, No other argument can more convince, Suspition should it doubt my love: but this That to procure her peace, I have confinde The greatnesse of my passion, and give up To thy dispose, a Iewell which the earth And sea should both unlade their hidden wealth, Should not have purchas'd from me.