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 T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Pray desist, afford me liberty to retire, I cannot alter my resolution. Yet reclaim it; some devil's spleen has lately fraught Your breast, and banished thence mild de pity, (boisterous winds, Force so the gentle and untroubled seas, To swallow up some ships, its natural calmness Would have transported safely with their wealth To their desired harbours) were my thoughts, Not fixed with that religion upon you That are my prayers (when I repent) on heaven, I should not thus transcend the laws and strength Of manhood, and like some distressed babe Left by its parent to the desolate woods, Or airs cold charity, so long implore A new and holier union twixt our souls, Then ere had linked them which when you have tied, 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 heat of sighs Shall be your monument. I shall relent spite of my settled will, if be continued These moving supplications: Sir because You shall not blame my cruelty, or judge 'tis for regard of any thing but my honour, I do forsake you, if ere tomorrow night You find that woman, get her to renounce Freely her title to you, I again On promise of your future loyalty Will stand the trial of your wavering faith, Perhaps be yours again: you have Received my utmost meaning, How I adore This constancy of worth in her, though It make against myself, well I must to my task, That labour's richest that most pains doth ask. 'tIS a strange humour Madam, and condemns Your judgement of much indiscretion, Did I not know it lawful; nay no way But that for the recovery of your health, I should not urge it thus, you are lately fall'n Into a desperate melancholy, and your blood Can no way purge so well as by Performance of what I have declared. Truth sir I weigh not at so high a rate, my life That to prolong it to an irksome age, I should destroy my honour, neither do I Find any such strange sickness raining on me As you have urged; pray as you love me sir, Unless you mean to drive me from The house, repeat this argument no more. Why look you sir, my master has Persuaded her as much as lay in him, and He has a tongue able to cozen the devil: but 'twill not do, She is too honest believe it, for your nephew Sir Martine, she His kept her chamber ever since she came, None but myself has seen her. It shall be so, the holy law of heaven Made us one individual; the strict league twixt man and wife, aught to confine both souls To a most constant union, injured woman.
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Pray desist, affoord me liberty to retire, I cannot alter my resolution. Yet reclaime it; some divells spleene has lately fraught Your brest, and banish'd thence milde de pitty, (bostrous winds, Force so the gentle and untroubled seas, To swallow up some ships, its naturall calmenesse Would have transported safely with their wealth To their desired harbors) were my thoughts, Not fix'd with that religion upon you That are my prayers (when I repent) on heaven, I should not thus transcend the lawes and strength Of manhood, and like some distressed babe Left by its parent to the desolate woodes, Or ayres cold charity, so long implore A new and holier union twixt our soules, Then ere had link'd them which when you have tied, 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 strong heat of sighes Shall be your monument. I shall relent spight of my setled will, if be continue These moving supplications: Sir because You shall not blame my cruelty, or judge Tis for regard of any thing but my honour, I doe forsake you, if ere to morrow night You finde that woman, get her to renounce Freely her title to you, agen On of your future loyalty Will stand the triall of your wavering faith, Perhaps be yours agen: you have Receiv'd my utmost meaning, How I adore This constancy of worth in her, though It make against myselfe, well I must to my taske, That labour's richest that most paines doth ask. TIS a strange humour Madam, and condemnes Your judgement of much indiscretion, Did I not know it lawfull; nay no way But that for the recovery of your health, I should not urge it thus, you are lately falne Into a desperate melancholy, and your blood Can no way purge so well as by Performance of what I have declar'd. Truth sir I weigh not at so high a rate, my life That to prolong it to an irke some age, I should destroy my honour, neither doe I Finde any such strange sickenesse raining on me As you have urg'd; pray as you love me sir, Unlesse you meane to drive me from The house, repeate this argument no more. Why looke you sir, my master has Perswaded her as much as lay in him, and He has a tounge able to cosen the divell: but twill not doe, She is too honest believe it, for your nephew Sir Martine, shee His kept her chamber ever since she came, None but my selfe has seene her. It shall be so, the holy law of heaven Made us one individuall; the strickt league 'Iwixt man and wife, ought to confine both soules To a most constant union, injur'd woman.