Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1636 [licensed for stage, Mar 12] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 482 words
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Pardon me Madam, he is my uncle. Which of his sister's sons are you? The Lady Popingays. My cosen Harry Popingay; I cry your mercy sir: your good mother knows, and grieves I'm sure, to see her brother wrong me as he does: should I tell her how you dealt with me too, she would chide you soundly. Your goodness Madam will forgive it on my submission and sorrow for it. we'll beg it for you sir. Sister he has it, were it possible To work a reclamation on this man, From his fond jealousy, I would not wish A change to be an Empress. Madam, my mother does entreat your ladyship's company in your chamber, Mrs. Mixum has brought the conserves my father did appoint her. 'tis the same face, or else some Angel does Assume this shape to mock mortality, With the true form of beauty. Nephew pray see us oftener, and use all means to gain your distracted uncle from his frenzy, sister shall's walk; Dalinea be it your care to see my Nephew forth. I shall Madam. Life, she speaks too A tempting language, such was our first mother's voice, While she was innocent, most perfect woman. Would you have aught with me sir? Yes bright virtue. That title relishes flattery for aught you know: I may be vicious. Goodness deludes itself then, I cannot flatter Lady, you mistake me: What I shall speak, comes from an innocence Yet undefiled by falsehood. Speak quickly, if it concern me, otherwise I must Entreat a licence to depart. You cannot afford example of such cruelty To following Lovers, to deprive my sight so soon Of yours, for whose least view, the dark Cimmerian, blinded With continual sleep, would rouse his heavy eyelids. Nay, and you begin to run a compliment out of breath, You'll drive me hence indeed: (believe me sir) had I not liked You well, my modesty would scarce have suffered the least Interchange of words (but since it has done) pray be brief, What tends your conference to? I love you Lady With the religious fancy, that one Saint Affects another; such a heat as mine Was that, with which the first whoe'er knew love, Had their souls warmed (essential) not as now The common garb is to adore a lip, Or any other lineament, but for The abstract of perfection, which does glory In being derived from one so good as you are, Am I become your captive. This to me, sounds as the empty whistling of the air Does in some hollow vault, unspotted truth Informs my ignorance, there's not a person In all the multitude of men loves chastely. Be so charitable As to believe I can, who never yet Knew flame was vicious, my desires retain Their maiden purity, no other object Did ere attract my soul's unblinded eyes, but your fair self.
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Pardon me Madam, he is my uncle. Which of his sisters sonnes are you? The Lady Popingaies. My cosen Harry Popingay; I cry your mercy sir: your good mother knowes, and grieves Ime sure, to see her brother wrong me as he does: should I tell her how you dealt with mee too, she would chide you soundly. Your goodnesse Madam will forgive it on my submission and sorrow for it. Weel beg it for you sir. Sister he has it, were it possible To worke a reclamation on this man, From his fond jealousie, I would not wish A change to be an Empresse. Madam, my mother does entreat your Ladyships company in your chamber, Mrs. Mixum has brought the conserves my father did appoint her. Tis the same face, or else some Angel does Assume this shape to mocke mortality, With the true forme of beauty. Nephew pray see us oftner, and use all meanes to gaine your distracted uncle from his frensie, sister shall's walke; Dalinea be it your care to see my Nephew forth. I shall Madam. Life, she speakes too A tempting language, such was our first mothers voyce, While she was innocent, most perfect woman. Would you have ought with me sir? Yes bright vertue. That title relishes flattery for ought you know: I may be vicio us. Goodnesse deludes it selfe then, I cannot flatter Lady, you mistake me: What I shall speake, comes from an innocence Yet undefild by falshood. Speake quickely, if it concerne me, otherwise I must Entreat a licence to depart. You cannot affoord example of such cruelty To following Lovers, to deprive my sight so soone Of yours, for whose least view, the darke Cimmerian, blinded With continuall sleepe, would rowse his heavy eyelids. Nay, and you begin to run a complementout of breath, You' l drive me hence indeed: (believe me sir) had I not lik'd You well, my modesty would scarce have suffered the least Enterchange of words (but since it has done) pray be briefe, What tends your conference to? I love you Lady With the religious fancy, that one Saint Affects another; such a heate as mine Was that, with which the first who ere knew love, Had their soules warm'd (essentiall) not as now The common garbe is to adore a lip, Or any other lineament, but for The abstract of perfection, which do's glory In being deriv'd from one so good as you are, Am I become your captive. This to me, sounds as the empty whistling of the ayre Does in some hollow vault, unspotted truth Informes my ignorance, there's not a person In all the multitude of men loves chastly. Be so charitable As to believe I can, who never yet Knew flame was vicious, my desires retaine Their maiden purity, no other object Did ere attract my soules unblinded eyes, but your faire selfe.