The Ladies' Privilege (The Lady's Privilege) · chunk 16 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 · 453 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
My expectation did not Sage this softness in you, I had thought You had come furnished with a full resolve To act your friend's request. Yet I must needs Speak in a cause so moving; Madam think How much more noble 'tis in you to save, Than to destroy; behold three bleeding hearts Imploring pity from you, mine, your sisters, And your adorer Dorias, which one word Of yours would ransom from approaching death, Oh be not sparing of that breath, 'twill sound In the just ears of heaven more sweet than prayers Offered by Cloistered virgins, of resume Your native charity, and fulfil my suit, And in requital of that sacred grant. Time shall depend like summer on your brow, And your whole life be one continued youth. Such were the springs in Paradise, and when You pass to be a sharer in heaven's bliss, Virgins and innocent lovers spotless tears, Hardened to pearl by the strong hair of finger, Shall be your monument. This whole discourse Should you enlarge it to a volume, cannot Alter my meanest thought, I only wish you As you are noble to respect your honour; That's all my answer. But do you mean Vitelli, to perform what Doria has enjoined you. I shall melt Into a willing pity, if the flame Of friendship did not with its effectual heat, Dry up loves moisturer dear Madam he That has commanded me this deathful task, Claims such a lawful Interest in my life, That spite of my affection, I must yield To his resistless will: yet I will love you So far as honour gives me warrant, and Wish you the best of women, the best joys Happiness can impart to you, farewell, 'Tis a befiting gratitude to give That life a being; by whose gift I live. sorrows flow high; grief unto grief succeed, Wounds are more dangerous which do inward bleed. Come let not this dishearten you, your French Is a thing easily gotten, and when you have it, As hard to shake it off, runs in your blood, As 't were your mother language, but there is An observation far more necessary T'improve your judgement, still let your discourse Concern the foreign business, and be sure To applaud outlandish fashions, and take off from What is native, as if you shall hear Any commend the Genoa garb, or state Answer in France, in Naples, or in Spain, No Matter where, so it be far enough. From hence, they are more politic, more witty; Every way more deserving, this will speak Infinitely judicious, when to praise Our own domestic manners, is as if A man should praise himself, and be accounted A self conceited gull for't.
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My expectation did not Sage this softnesse in you, I had thought You had come furnish'd with a full resolve To act your friends request. Yet I must needs Speake in a cause so moving; Madam thinke How much more noble tis in you to save, Then to destroy; behold three bleeding hearts Imploring pitty from you, mine, your sisters, And your adorer Dorias, which one word Of yours would ransome from approaching death, Oh be not sparing of that breath, 'twill sound In the just eares of heaven more sweet then prayers Offerd by Cloyster'd virgins, of resume Your native charity, and fulfill my suite, And in requitall of that sacred grant. Time shall depend like summer on your brow, And your whole life be one continued youth. Such were the springs in Paradise, and when You passe to be a sharer in heavens blisse, Virgins and innocent lovers spotlesse teares, Hardned to pearle by the stronge heare of finger, Shall be your monument. This whole discourse Should you inlarge it to a volumne, cannot Alter my meanest thought, I only wish you As you are noble to respect your honour; That's all my answer. But doe you meane Uitelli, to performe what Doria has enjoyn'd you. I shall melt Into a willing pitty, if the flame Of friendship did not with its effectuall heat, Dry up loves moysturer deere Madam he That has commanded me this deathfull taske, Claimes such a lawfull Interest in my life, That spight of my affection, I must-yield To his resistlesse will: yet I will love you So far as honour gives me warrant, and Wish you the best of women, the best joyes Happinesse can impart to you, farewell, 'Tis a befitting gratitude to give That life a being; by whose guift I live. sorrowes flow high; griefe unto griefe succeed, Wounds are more dangerous which doe inward bleed. Come let not this dishearten you, your French Is a thing easily gotten, and when you have it, As hard to shake it off, runnes in your blood, As 't were your mother language, but there is An observation farre more necessary T'improve your judgement, still let your discourse Concerne the forraigne businesse, and be sure To applaud out-landish fashions, and take off from What is native, as if you shall heare Any commend the Genoa garbe, or state Answer in France, in Naples, or in Spaine, No Matter where, so it be farre enough. From hence, they are more politicke, more witty; Every way more deserving, this will speake Infinitely judicious, when to praise Our owne domesticke manners, is as if A man should praise himselfe, and be accounted A selfe conceited gul for't.