The Reign of King Edward the Third · chunk 9 of 39
Anonymous / Shakespeare, William · published 1596 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1590-1595] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Pardon my boldness my thrice gracious Lords, Let my intrusion here be called my duty, That comes to see my sovereign how he fares, Go draw the same I tell thee in what form. I go. Sorry I am to see my liege so sad, What may thy subject do to drive from thee. Thy gloomy consort, sullen melancholy, Ah Lady I am blunt and cannot straw, The flowers of solace in a ground of shame, Since I came hither Countess I am wronged. Now God forbid that any in my house Should think my sovereign wrong, thrice gentle King: Acquaint me with their cause of discontent. How near then shall I be to remedy. As near my Liege as all my woman's power, Can pawn itself to buy thy remedy. If thou speakst true then have I my redress, Engage thy power to redeem my joys, And I am joyful Countess else I die. I will my Liege. Swear Counties that thou wilt. By heaven I will, Then take thyself a little way aside, And tell thyself a King doth dote on thee, Say that within thy power doth lie. To make him happy, and that thou hast sworn, To give him all the joy within thy power, Do this and tell me when I shall be happy. All this is done my thrice dread sovereign, That power of love that I have power to give. Thou hast with all devout obedience, Employ me how thou wilt in proof thereof, Thou hearst me say that I do dote on thee, if on my beauty take it if thou canst, Though little I do prize it ten times less, If on my virtue take it if thou canst, For virtues store by giving doth augment, Be it on what it will that I can give, And thou canst take away inherit it. It is thy beauty that I would enjoy, O were it painted I would wipe it of, And dispose myself to give it thee, But sovereign it is soldered to my life, Take one and both for like an humble shadow, It haunts the sunshine of my summer's life, But thou mayst leave it me to sport with all, As easy may my intellectual soul, Be lent away and yet my body live, As lend my body palace to my soul, Away from her and yet retain my soul, My body is her bower her Court her abbey, And she an Angel pure divine unspotted, If I should leave her house my Lord to thee, I kill my poor soul and my poor soul me, Didst thou not swear to give me what I would, I did my liege so what you would I could. I wish no more of thee than thou mayst give, Nor beg I do not but I rather buy, That is thy love and for that love of thine, In rich exchange I tender to thee mine,
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Pardon my boldnes my thrice gracious Lords, Let my intruſion here be cald my duetie, That comes to ſee my ſoueraigne how he fares, Go draw the ſame I tell thee in what forme. I go. Sorry I am to ſee my liege ſo ſad, What may thy ſubiect do to driue from thee. Thy gloomy conſort, ſullome melancholie, Ah Lady I am blunt and cannot ſtrawe, The flowers of ſolace in a ground of ſhame, Since I came hither Countes I am wronged. Now God forbid that anie in my howſe Should thinck my ſoueraigne wrong, thrice gentle King: Acquant me with theyr cauſe of diſcontent. How neere then ſhall I be to remedie. As nere my Liege as all my womans power, Can pawne it ſelfe to buy thy remedy. Yf thou ſpeakſt true then haue I my redreſſe, Ingage thy power to redeeme my Ioyes, And I am ioyfull Countes els I die. I will my Liege. Sweare Counties that thou wilt. By heauen I will, Then take thy ſelfe a litel waie a ſide, And tell thy ſelf a King doth dote on thee, Say that within thy power doth lie. To make him happy, and that thou haſt ſworne, To giue him all the Ioy within thy power, Do this and tell me when I ſhall be happie. All this is done my thrice dread ſouereigne, That power of loue that I haue power to giue. Thou haſt with all deuout obedience, Inploy me how thou wilt in profe therof, Thou hearſt me ſaye that I do dote on thee, Yfon my beauty take yt if thou canſt, Though litle I do priſe it ten tymes leſſe, If on my vertue take it if thou canſt, For vertues ſtore by giuing doth augment, Be it on what it will that I can giue, And thou canſt take awaie inherit it. It is thy beauie that I woulde enioy, O were it painted I would wipe it of, And diſpoſſe my ſelfe to giue it thee, But ſouereigne it is ſouldered to my life, Take one and both for like an humble ſhaddow, Yt hauntes the ſunſhine of my ſummers life, But thou maiſt leue it me to ſport with all, As eaſie may my intellectual ſoule, Be lent awaie and yet my bodie liue, As lend my bodie pallace to my ſoule, Awaie from her and yet retaine my ſoule, My bodie is her bower her Courther abey, And ſhee an Angell pure deuine vnſpotted, If I ſhould leaue her houſe my Lord to thee, I kill my poore ſoule and my poore ſoule me, Didſt thou not ſwere to giue me what I would, I did my liege ſo what you would I could. I wiſh no more of thee then thou maiſt giue, Nor beg I do not but I rather buie, That is thy loue and for that loue of thine, In rich exchaunge I tender to thee myne,