Shakespeare, William / Wilkins, George · published 1609 · first performed or written 1608 [1606-1608] (Annals) romance · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 519 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
I have one myself, who shall not be more dear to my respect then yours, my Lord. Madam, my thanks and prayers. we'll bring your Grace e'en to the edge ath' shore, then give you up to the masked Neptune, and the gentlest winds of heaven. I will embrace your offer, come dearest Madam, O no tears Lichorida, no tears, look to your little Mistress, on whose grace you may depend hereafter: come my Lord. Madam, this Letter, and some certain jewels, Lay with you in your Coffer, which are at your command: Know you the Character? It is my Lords, that I was shipped at sea I well remember, even on my learning time, but whether there delivered, by the holy gods I cannot rightly say: but since King Pericles my wedded Lord, I near shall see again, a vestal livery will I take me to, and never more have joy. Madam, if this you purpose as ye speak, Diana's Temple is not distant far, Where you may abide till your date expire, Moreover if you please a Niece of mine, Shall there attend you. My recompense is thanks, that's all, Yet my good will is great, though the gift small. Imagine Pericles arrived at Tyre, Welcomed and settled to his own desire: His woeful Queen we leave at Ephesus; Unto Diana there's a Votarisse. Now to Marina bend your mind, Whom our fast growing seen must find At Tharsus, and by Cleon trained In musics letters, who hath gained Of education all the grace, Which makes high both the art and place Of general wonder: but alack monster envy oft the wrack Of earned praise, Marina's life Seek to take off by treasons knife, And in this kind, our Cleon hath One daughter and a full grown wench, Even right for marriage sight: this Maid height Philoten and it is said For certain in our story, she Would ever with Marina be. Beet when they weaved the sleded silk, With fingers long, small, white as milk, Or when she would with sharp needle wound, The Cambric which she made more sound By hurting it or when toth' Lute She sung, and made the night bed mute, That still records with moan, or when She would with rich and constant pen, vail to her Mistress Dian still, This Phyloten contends in skill With absolute Marina: so The Dove of Pap●os' might with the crow Vie feathers white, Marina gets All praises, which are paid as debts, And not as given, this so darks In Phyloten all graceful marks, That Cleon's wife with Envy rare, A present murderer does prepare For good Marina, that her daughter Might stand peerless by this slaughter. The sooner her vile thoughts to stead, Lichorida our nurse is dead, And cursed Dioniza hath The pregnant instrument of wrath. priest for this blow, the unborn event, I do commend to your content, Only I carried winged Time, Post one the lame feet of my rhyme, Which never could I so convey, unless your thoughts went on my way, Dioniza does appear, With Leonine a murderer.
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I haue one my selfe, who shall not be more deere to my respect then yours, my Lord. Madam, my thanks and prayers. Weel bring your Grace ene to the edge th shore, then giue you vp to the mask'd Neptune, and the gentlest winds of heauen. I will imbrace your offer, come deerest Madame, O no teares Licherida, no teares, looke to your litle Mistris, on whose grace you may depend hereafter: come my Lord. Madam, this Letter, and some certaine Iewels, Lay with you in your Coffer, which are at your command: Know you the Charecter? It is my Lords, that I was shipt at sea I well remember, euen on my learning time, but whether there deliuered, by the holie gods I cannot rightly say: but since King Pericles my wedded Lord, I nere shall see againe, a vastall liuerie will I take me to, and neuer more haue ioy. Madam, if this you purpose as ye speake, Dianaes Temple is not distant farre, Where you may abide till your date expire, Moreouer if you please a Neece of mine, Shall there attend you. My recompence is thanks, thats all, Yet my good will is great, though the gift small. Imagine Pericles arriude at Tyre, Welcomd and setled to his owne desire: His wofull Queene we leaue at Ephesus; Vnto Diana ther's a Votarisse. Now to Marina bend your mind, Whom our fast growing seene must finde At Thasus▪ and by Cln traind In Muicks letters, who hath gaind Of education all the grace, Whch makes hie both the art and place Of gene all wonder: but alacke Tht moster wracke Of praise, arin ife Seeke to take off by treasons knife, And in this kinde, our Clon hath Oe daughter and a full growne wench, Euen right for marriage ight: this Maid and it is said For certaine in our storie, shee Would er with Marina bee. Beet when they weaue the eded silke, Wth fingers long, small, white as milke, Or when she would with sharpe needle wound, The Cambricke which she made more sound By hurting it or when too'th Lue She sung, and made the night bed mute, That stll records with mone, or when She would with rich and constant pen, Vle to her Mistresse Dan still, Ths Phylaten contends in skill With absolute Marina: so The Doue of Papos might with the cro Vie feathers white, Marina gets All prayses, which are paid as debts, And not as guen, this so darkes In Phylten all gracefull markes, That Clns wife with Enuie rare, A present murderer does prepare For good Marina, that her daughter Might stand peerlesse by this slaughter. The sooner her vile thoughts to stead, our nurse is dead, And cursed Doza hath The pregnant instrument of wrath. Prest for this blow, the vnboreuent, I doe commend to your content, Onely I carrid winged Time, Post one the lame ete of my rime, Which neuer coul I so conuy, Vnlsse your thoughts went on my way, Dioniza oes appeare, With Leoin a murthrer.