Daniel, Samuel · published 1599 · first performed or written 1593 [revised 1607] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 485 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Ah sweet distressed Lady. What hard heart Can choose but pity thee, and love thee too? Thy worthiness, the state wherein thou art Requireth both, and both I vow to do. Although ambition lets not Caesar see The wrong he doth thy majesty and sweetness, Which makes him now exact so much of thee, To add unto his pride, to grace his greatness, He knows thou canst no hurt procure us now, Sith all thy strength is seized into our hands: Nor fears he that, but rather labours how He might show Rome so great a Queen in bands: That our great Ladies (envying thee so much That stained them all, and held them in such wonder,) Mightioy to see thee, and thy fortune such, Thereby exrolling him that brought thee under. But I will seek to stay it what I may; I am but one, yet one that Caesar loves, And o if now I could do more than pray, Then shouldst thou know how far affection moves. But what my power and prayer may prevail, I'll join them both, to hinder thy disgrace: And even this present day I will not fail To do my best with Caesar in this case. And sir, even now herself hath letters sent, I met her messenger as I came hither, With a dispatch as he to Caesar went, But know not what imports her sending thither. Yet this he told, how Cleopatra late Was come from sacrifice. How richly clad Was served to dinner in most sumptuous state, With all the bravest ornaments she had. How having dined, she writes, and sends away Him strait to Caesar, and commanded than All should departed the Tomb, and none to stay But her two maids, & one poor Countryman: Why then I know, she sends t'have audience now, And means t' experience what her state can do: To see if Majesty will make him bow To what affliction could not move him to. And o, if now she could but bring a view Of that fresh beauty she in youth possessed, (The argument where with she overthrew The wit of Julius Caesar, and the rest,) Then happily Augustus might relent, Whilst powerful Love, (far stronger than ambition) Might work in him, a mind to be content To grant her ask, in the best condition. But being as she is, yet doth she merit To be respected, for what she hath been: The wonder of her kind, of rarest spirit, A glorious lady, and a mighty Queen. And now, but by a little weakness falling To do that which perhaps sh'was forced to do: Alas, an error past, is past recalling, Take away weakness, and take women too. But now I go to be thy advocate, Sweet Cleopatra, now I'll use mine art. Thy presence will me greatly animate, Thy face will teach my tongue, thy love my heart.
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Ah sweet distressed Lady. What hard hart Could chuse but pity thee, and loue thee too? Thy worthines, the state wherein thou art Requireth both, and both I vow to doo. Although ambition lets not Caesar see The wrong he doth thy maiesty and sweetnes, Which makes him now exact so much of thee, To adde vnto his pride, to grace his greatnes, He knowes thou canst no hurt procure vs now, Sith all thy strength is seaz'd into our hands: Nor feares he that, but rather labours how He might shew Rome so great a Queene in bands: That our great Ladies (enuying thee so much That stain'd them al, and held them in such wonder,) Mightioy to see thee, and thy fortune such, Thereby exrolling him that brought thee vnder. But I will seeke to stay it what I may; I am but one, yet one that Caesar loues, And ô if now I could doe more then pray, Then should'st thou know how far affection moues. But what my powre and praier may preuaile, Ile ioine them both, to hinder thy disgrace: And euen this present day I will not faile To do my best with Caesar in this case. And sir, euen now her selfe hath letters sent, I met her messenger as I came hither, With a dispatch as he to Caesar went, But know not what imports her sending thither. Yet this he told, how Cleopatra late Was come from sacrifice. How richly clad Was seru'd to dinner in most sumptuous state, With all the brauest ornaments she had. How hauing dyn'd, she writes, and sends away Him straight to Caesar, and commanded than All should depart the Tombe, and none to stay But her two maides, & one poore Countryman: Why then I know, she sends t'haue audience now, And means t' experience what her state can do: To see if Maiesty will make him bow To what affliction could not moue him to. And ô, if now she could but bring a view Of that fresh beauty she in youth possest, (The argument where with she ouerthrew The wit of Julius Caesar, and the rest,) Then happily Augustus might relent, VVhilst powreful Loue, (far stronger then ambition) Might worke in him, a mind to be content To grant her asking, in the best condition. But being as she is, yet doth she merite To be respected, for what she hath beene: The wonder of her kind, of rarest spirit, A glorious lady, and a mighty Queene. And now, but by a little weakenesse falling To do that which perhaps sh'was forst to do: Alas, an error past, is past recalling, Take away weakenes, and take women too. But now I go to be thy aduocate, Sweet Cleopatra, now Ile vse mine arte. Thy presence will me greatly animate, Thy face will teach my tongue, thy loue my hart.