Tancred and Gismund (Gismond of Salerne) · chunk 12 of 29
Wilmot, Robert / Hatton, Christopher / Noel, HenryAl., G.Stafford, Roderick · published 1591 · first performed or written 1567 [1567-1568; revised 1591] (Annals) tragedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Keeping herself from danger of defame. In happy hour right now I did receive This cane from her: which gift though it be small, Receiving it what joys I did conceive, Within my fainting spirit therewithal, Who knoweth love aright may well conceive, By like adventures that to them befall. " For needs the Lover must esteem that well, Which comes from her with whom his heart doth dwell. Assuredly it is not without cause She gave me this: something she meant thereby: For therewithal I might perceive her pause Awhile, as though some weighty thing did lie Upon her heart, which he concealed, because The standers by should not our loves descry. This cleft bewrays that it hath been disclosed. Perhaps herein she hath something enclosed. O thou great thunderer! who would not serve, Where wit with beauty chosen have their place, Who could devise more wisely to conserve Things from suspect? O Venus, for this grace That deigns me, all unworthy, to deserve So rare a love, in heaven I should thee place. This sweet letter some joyful news contains. I hope it brings recure to both our pains. Mine own, as I am yours, whose hear: (I know) No less than mine, for lingering help of woe Doth long too long: Love tendering your case And mine, hath taught recure of both our pain. My chamber flower doth hide a cave, where was An old vaults mouth: the other in the plain doth rise Southward, a furlong from the wall, Descend you there. This shall suffice. And so I yield myself, mine honour, life and all, To you. Use you the same as there may grow Your bliss and mine (mine Earl) and that the same Free may abide from danger of defame. Farewell, and fare so well as that your joy Which only can, may comfort mine annoy. Yours more than his own, Gismund. O blissful chance my sorrows to assuage. Wonder of nature, marvel of our age, Comes this from Gismund? did she thus enfold This letter in the cane? may it be so? It were too sweet a joy, I am deceived. Why shall I doubt, did she not give it me? Therewith she smiled, she joyed, she raught the cane And with her own sweet hand she gave it me: And as we danced, she dallied with the cane, And sweetly whispered I should be her king, And with this cane the sceptre of our rule, Command the sweets of her surprised heart. Therewith she raught from her alluring locks, This golden tress, the favour of her grace, And with her own sweet hand she gave it me. O peerless Queen, my joy, my heart's decree; And thou fair Letter, how shall I welcome thee: Both hand and pen wherewith thou written wert, Blessed may ye be, such solace that impart, And blessed be this cane, and he that taught Thee to descry the hidden entry thus: Not only through a dark and dreadful vault, But fire and sword, and through whatever be, Mistress of my desires, I come to thee.
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Keeping her selfe from danger of defame. In happy houre right now I did receiue This cane from her: which gift though it be small, Receiuing it what ioyes I did conceiue, Within my fainting spiri therewithall, Who knoweth loue arightmay wel conceaue, By like aduentures that to them befall. "For needs the Louer must esteeme that well, "Which comes from her with whom his hart doth dwel. Assuredly it is not without cause She gaue me this: something she meant thereby: For therewithall I might perceiue her pause Awhile, as though some waightie thing did lie Vpon her heart, which he conceald, because The standers by should not our loues descrie. This clift bewraies that it hath been disclosde. Perhaps herein she hath something inclosde. O thou great thnderer! who would not serue, Where wit with beautie chosen haue their place, Who could deuise more wisely to conserue Things from suspect? O Venus, for this grace That daines me, all vnworthy, to deserue So rare a loue, in heauen I should thee place. This sweet letter some ioyfull newes conteines. I hope it brings recure to both our paines. Mine owne, as I am yours, whose hear: (I know) No lesse then mine, for lingering help of woe Doth long too long: Loue tendering your case And mine, hath taught recure of both our pain. My chamber floure doth hide a caue, where was An olde vautes mouth: the other in the plaine Doet rise Southward, a furlong from the wall, Descend you there. This shall suffice. And so I yeeld my selfe, mine honor, life and all, To you. Vse you the same as there may grow Your blisse and mine (mine Earle) and that the same Free may abide from danger of defame. Farewell, and fare so well as that your ioy Which onely can, may comfort mine annoy. Yours more then his owne, Gismund. O blisful chance my sorowes to asswage. Wonder of nature, maruell of our age, Comes this from Gismund? did she thus infold This letter in the cane? may it be so? It were too sweet a ioy, I am deceu'd. Why shall I doubt, did she not giue it me? Therewith she smilde, she ioyde, she raught the cane And with her owne sweet hand she gaue it me: And as we danst, she dallied with the cane, And sweetly whispered I should be her king, And with this cane the scepter of our rule, Command the sweets of her surprised heart. Therewith she raught from her alluring lockes, This golden tresse, the fauour of her grace, And with her owne sweet hand she gaue it me. O peereles Queene, my ioy, my hearts dcree; And thou faire Letter, how shall I welcome thee: Both hand and pen wherewith thou written wert, Blest may ye be, such solace that impart, And blessed be this cane, and he that taught Thee to descrie the hidden entrie thus: Not onely through a darke and dreadfull vaut, But fire and sword, and through what euer be, Mistres of my desires, I come to thee.