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 T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
My thanks, are humble debtors to you for it, Mistress, The nimble minutes have with crafty theft, Stolen time away, reduced your limited hour To an unwelcome period: I have sought With the same diligence good men seek heaven, What you enjoined me, but the rain that falls In Summer time upon the parched dust, May easier be restored to the moist Clouds, Than she to my discovery. Wherefore since Her loss is certain, and the loss of you Depends on her, to satisfy your soul That I have man about me, I am come With the same confidence your scorn has taught me, To tell you, I as lightly prize your love, As you have valued mine, nor can you blame me, since 'twas your own desire. Credit me I'm very glad on't: but pray tell me sir, Why you come thus adorned with Nuptial wreathes Into my presence? is't to invite me to your wedding, or expression Of your contempt, I have not merited so harsh an usage. Neither: This branch of forsaken Willow I resign To your own wearing, that when after times Shall know our mutual parting; 't may report, That we were both forsaken, though we sever With the unwillingness that flourishing trees, Divest themselves of greenness, yet no blemish Of harsh unkindness shall defile our thoughts: We'll part fair, though for ever. This gentleman seems so noble, I repent that I advised her from him. This Laurel wreath, that circles My uncaptived brow, I do justly challenge, Since I have conquered the greatest enemy, Mankind can combat (passion) yet the dew (That on the red lips of the blushing Rose Bestows a weeping kiss) leaves not so sadly The amorous flower, that curls its purple leaves, To hide it from the Suns enforcing Rays, As do my thoughts your memory, which did once Preserve it as inviolable, as heaven Does the bright souls of innocents. You might Have had so much humanity, as to have kept Your purpose to yourself: though your loose sin Constrains my honour to renounce your love, I would not have my ears disturbed with this Relation of your contempt, for so Trust me I take it Freewit. Why, good Madam? can you condemn my too officious truth, Of a conceit of falsehood, when the spring Of my Revolt, derives its head from yours. You for a trivial, and scarce known offence, Could without scruple banish me your heart, When Angels should, for a desertless kiss From an impure lip, have renounced their bliss, Ere the most urgent reason of suspect, Should upon me have practised a contempt Of you: Had not your breath exposed a mist Of infidelity before the eyes Of my clear seeing soul, and left it blind As the black Mole, that like a Pioneer digs A winding Labyrinth through the earth to find A passage to the comfortable light, He never has fruition of. But sir, suppose my sister did it for a proof, Of your affection, and now should reclaim The harsh prescription she imposed, you would not Continue in this temper.
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My thanks, are humble debtors to you for it, Mistris, The nimble minutes have with crafty theft, Stolne time away, reduc'd your limited houre To an unwelcome period: I have sought With the same diligence good men seeke heaven, What you injoyn'd me, but the raine that falls In Summer time upon the parched dust, May easier be restor'd to the moyst Clouds, Then she to my discovery. Wherefore since Her losse is certaine, and the losse of you Depends on her, to satisfie your soule That I have man about me, I am come With the same confidence your scorne has taught me, To tell you, I as lightly prize your love, As you have valued mine nor can you blame me, since 'twas your owne desire. Credit me Ime very glad on't: but pray tell me sir, Why yo come thus adorned with Nuptiall wreathes Into my presence? is't to invite me to your wedding, or expression Of your contempt, I have not merited so harsh an usage. Neither: This branch of forsaken Willow I resigne To your owne wearing, that when after times Shall know our tuall parting; 't may report, That we were both forsaken, though we sever With the unwillingnesse that flourishing rees, Divest themselves of greenenesse, yet no blemish Of harsh unkindnesse shall defile our thoughts: We'll part faire, though for ever. This gentleman seems so noble, I repent that I advis'd her from him. This Laurell wreath, that circles My uncaptiv'd brow, I doe justly challenge, Since I have conquerd the greatest enemy, Mankind can combate (passion) yet the dew (That on the red lips of the blushing Rose Bestowes a weeping kisse) leaves not so sadly The amorous flower, that curles its purple leaves, To hide it from the Suns enforcing Rayes, As doe my thoughts your memory, which did once Preserve it as inviolable, as heaven Does the bright soules of innocents. You might Have had so much humanity, as to have kept Your purpose to your selfe: though your loose sinne Constraines my honour to renounce your love, I would not have my eares with this Relation of your contempt, for so Trust me I take it Freewit. Why, good Madam? can you condemne my too officious truth, Of a conceite of falshood, when the spring Of my Revolt, derives its head from yours. You for a triviall, and scarce knowne offence, Could without scruple banish me your heart, When Angels should, for a desertlesse kisse From an impure lip, have renounc'd their blisse, Ere the most urgent reason of suspect, Should upon me have practis'd a contempt Of you: Had not your breath epos'd a mist Of infidelity before the eyes Of my cleare seeing soule, and left it blinde As the blacke Mole, that like a Pioner digs A winding Labyrinth through the earth to finde A passage to the comfortable light, He never has fruition of. But sir, suppose my sister did it for a proofe, Of your affection, and now should reclaime The harsh prescription she impos'd, you would not Continue in this temper.