The Reign of King Edward the Third · chunk 15 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 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Why there it goes, that very smile of hers, Hath ransomed captive France, and set the King, The Dolphin and the Peers at liberty, Go leave me Ned, and revel with thy friends. Thy mother is but black, and thou like her. Dost put it in my mind how foul she is, Go fetch the Countess hither in thy hand, And let her chase away these winter clouds, For she gives beauty both to heaven and earth, The sin is more to hack and hew poor men, Then to embrace in an unlawful bed, The register of all rarities, Since leathern Adam, till this youngest hour. Go Lodwick, put thy hand into thy purse, Play, spend, give, riot, waste, do what thou wilt, So thou wilt hence awhile and leave me here. Now my soul's playfellow art thou come, To speak the more than heavenly word of yea, To my objection in thy beauteous love. My father on his blessing hath commanded. That thou shalt yield to me. I dear my liege, your due. And that my dearest love, can be no less, Then right for right, and render love for love. Then wrong for wrong, and endless hate for hate: But sith I see your majesty so bent, That my unwillingness, my husband's love, Your high estate, nor no respect respected, Can be my help, but that your mightiness: Will overbear and awe these dear regards, I bind my discontent to my content, And what I would not, I'll compel I will, Provided that yourself remove those lets, That stand between your highness love and mine, Name then fair Countess, and by heaven I will. It is their lives that stand between our love, That I would have choked up my sovereign. Whose lives my Lady? My thrice loving liege, Your Queen, and Salisbury my wedded husband, Who living have that title in our love, That we cannot bestow but by their death, Thy opposition is beyond our Law, So is your desire, if the law Can hinder you to execute the one, Let it forbid you to attempt the other: I Cannot think you love me as you say, Unless you do make good what you have sworn. No more, thy husband and the Queen shall die, Fairer thou art by far, than Hero was, Beardless Leander not so strong as I: He swum an easy current for his love, But I will throng a hellie spout of blood, To arrive at Cestus where my Hero lies. Nay you'll do more, you'll make the River to, With their heart bloods, that keep our love asunder, Of which my husband, and your wife are twain. Thy beauty makes them guilty of their death, And gives in evidence that they shall die, Upon which verdict I their judge condemn them. O perjured beauty, more corrupted judge: When to the great star-chamber o'er our heads, The universal Sessions calls to count, This packing evil, we both shall tremble for it.
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Why there it goes, that verie ſmile of hers, Hath ranſomed captiue Fraunce, and ſet the King, The Dolphin and the Peeres at liberty, Goe leaue me Ned, and reuell with thy friends. Thy mother is but blacke, and thou like her. Doſt put it in my minde how foule ſhe is, Goe fetch the Counteſſe hether in thy hand, And let her chaſe away theſe winter clouds, For ſhee giues beautie both to heauen and earth, The ſin is more to hacke and hew poore men, Then to embrace in an vnlawfull bed, The regiſter of all rarieties, Since Letherne Adam, till this youngeſt howre. Goe Lodwike, put thy hand into thy purſe, Play, ſpend, giue, ryot, waſt, do what thou wilt, So thou wilt hence awhile and leaue me heere. Now my ſoules plaiefellow art thou come, To ſpeake the more then heauenly word of yea, To my obiection in thy beautious loue. My father on his bleſſing hath commanded. That thou ſhalt yeeld to me. I deare my liege, your due. And that my deareſt loue, can be no leſſe, Then right for right, and render loue for loue. Then wrong for wrong, and endles hate for hate: But fith I ſee your maieſtie ſo bent, That my vnwillingnes, my husbands loue, Your high eſtate, nor no reſpect reſpected, Can be my helpe, but that your mightines: Will ouerbeare and awe theſe deare regards, I bynd my diſcontent to my content, And what I would not, Ile compell I will, Prouided that your ſelfe remoue thoſe lets, That ſtand betweene your highnes loue and mine, Name then faire Counteſſe, and by heauen I will. It is their liues that ſtand betweene our loue, That I would haue chokt vp my ſoueraigne. Whoſe liues my Lady? My thrice loning liege, Your Queene, and Salisbury my wedded husband, Who liuing haue that tytle in our loue, That we cannot beſtow but by their death, Thy oppoſition is beyond our Law, So is your deſire, if the law Can hinder you to execute the one, Let it forbid you to attempt the other: I Cannot thinke you loue me as you ſay, Vnleſſe you do make good what you haue ſworne. No mo, ethy husband and the Queene ſhall dye, Fairer thou art by farre, then Hero was, Beardles Leander not ſo ſtrong as I: He ſwome an eaſie curraunt for his loue, But I will throng a hellie ſpout of bloud, To arryue at Ceſtus where my Hero lyes. Nay youle do more, youle make the Ryuerto, With their hart bloods, that keepe our loue aſunder, Of which my husband, and your wife are twayne. Thy beauty makes them guilty of their death, And giues in euidence that they ſhall dye, Vpon which verdict I their Iudge condemne them. O periurde beautie, more corrupted Iudge: When to the great Starre-chamber ore our heads, The vniuerſell Seſſions cals to count, This packing euill, we both ſhall tremble for it.