Day, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 507 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Court me, court a woman my Liege? Why that's the very happiness of the jest, but in any case confess thyself a man. A man my Liege? I ha' no colour for't. Tush, I'll furnish thee, say thou art a Prince, no matter who, and hast to do with this disguise of purpose to court my daughter Violetta. Is this scene of your own inventing my Liege? Mine own i'faith, and to confirm't the rather, use more oft and private conference with my daughter, interchange discourse & amorous dalliance, oh 'twill set my Duchess affections afire, to think her rivalld by her daughter, and give us smooth passage to our love. How occasion plays the wanton with me. Well my liege, do but you work my admittance to your daughter, and ●le bestow all the art I am worth in courting her; and see, as if Fortune had a hand in our Comedy, she hath entered the Duchess just at her cue, shadow yourself in your Ark, and leave me to give her entertainment. Forget not to personate some Prince in any case. I warrant you, I'll play the Prince with much art. This way he went, on this sweet violet bed Still dwells the print of his enamoured tread, The depressed flowers have strengthened their sweet By stealing amorous kisses from his feet. Absolute Poet. Penelope was a ballad-maker to her. Oh do not fly my presence, gentle wanton stay, What have I found you, faith you runaway I'll tie a chain about your waist for this, And make you buy your freedom with a kiss. Fie Madam, this courtesy is more than needs. Be not so coy, let not a loving Dame Find thee less kind than senseless elements, Thou never walkest, but the enamoured air Like an officious lover bears thy train, Whilst the cool wind doth with his velvet wing Fan the thin air upon thy sweaty cheek, Stealing sweet kisses from thy silken lip. Shield this vain breath, beat at some Lady's ear. But you are none, you are not, come you are not. Your valour, looks, and gesture show you are not, Your manly brow, and your commanding eye, Where war and fortune dwell in majesty, Your private walks, and varied passions, Your glances to my daughter, sure you are not, And my firm love is confident you are not. There's a lover of a right temper, she'll outface the name of her sex instantly. Well Madam, sith your observation hath discovered me, upon promise of your secrecy, I confess myself a man. Good, excellent, how truly she takes my directions. I knew my judgement could not be deceived, Nor durst proud love have done me so much wrong To cast my thoughts unto a woman's eye. Love durst not, good, good, excellent, what next? But Madam, now I am known to you, what further request you? Exchange of looks, and freedom of thy bed, Thy presence, thy embracements, thy kind love, For which my amorous thoughts have long lain sick.
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Court me, court a woman my Liege? Why that's the very happineſſe of the jeſt, but in any caſe confeſſe thy ſelfe a man. A man my Liege? I ha no colour for't. Tuſh, Ile furniſh thee, ſay thou art a Prince, no matter who, and haſt to doe with this diſguiſe of purpoſe to court my daughter Violetta. Is this ſcene of your owne inventing my Liege? Mine own ifaith, and to confirm't the rather, uſe more oft and private conference with my daughter, interchange diſcourſe & amorous dalliance, oh twill ſet my Dutcheſſe affections afire, to think her rivalld by her daughter, and give us ſmooth paſſage to our love. How occaſion playes the wanton with me. Well my liege, do but you work my admittance to your daughter, and le beſtow al the art I am worth in courting her; and ſee, as if Fortune had a hand in our Comoedy, ſhe hath entred the Dutcheſſe juſt at her cue, ſhaddow your ſelfe in your Arke, and leave me to give her entertainment. Forget not to perſonate ſome Prince in any caſe. I warrant you, Ile play the Prince with much art. This way he went, on this ſweet violet bed Still dwells the print of his inamour'd tread, The depreſt flowers have ſtrengthened their ſweet By ſtealing amorous kiſſes from his feet. Abſolute Poet. Penelope was a ballad-maker to her. Oh doe not fly my preſence, gentle wanton ſtay, What haue I found you, faith you run-away Ile tye a chaine about your waſt for this, And make you buy your freedome with a kiſſe. Fie Madam, this courteſy is more then needes. Be not ſo coy, let not a loving Dame Find thee leſſe kind then ſenſeleſſe elements, Thou never walk'ſt, but the enamour'd aire Like an officious lover beares thy traine, Whil'ſt the coole wind doth with his velvet wing Fanne the thinne ayre upon thy ſweaty cheeke, Stealing ſweet kiſſes from thy ſilken lip. Shield this vain breath, beat at ſome Ladies eare. But you are none, you are not, come you are not. Your valour, lookes, and geſture ſhow you are not, Your manly brow, and your commanding eye, Where warre and fortune dwell in majeſtie, Your private walkes, and varied paſſions, Your glances to my daughter, ſure you are not, And my firme love is confident you are not. There's a lover of a right temper, ſhee'l out-face the name of her ſexe inſtantly. Well Madam, ſith your obſervation hath diſcover'd me, upon promiſe of your ſecrecy, I confeſſe my ſelfe a man. Good, excellent, how truely ſhe takes my directions. I knew my judgement could not be deceiv'd, Nor durſt proud love have done me ſo much wrong To caſt my thoughts unto a womans eye. Love durſt not, good, good, excellent, what next? But Madam, now I am known to you, what further requeſt you? Exchange of lookes, and freedome of thy bed, Thy preſence, thy embracements, thy kind love, For which my amorous thoughts have long lyen ſicke.