Mason, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1607 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 447 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
The truth is I am earthly, and like not to participate with the element of the fire: good Eunuchus commend me to your Lady, and tell her by importuning my affection, she seeks the fall of an innocent. True Sir, but with a firm belief of your rising again. I see no hope of it. The harder is her fortune: but hear me, methinks reward should prick you on with more courage, to such an honourable encounter. Faith Eunuch I have made a vow not to uncase myself to any of that sex. It may be you grounded your oath upon the uncleanness of your shirt. Verily since the relapse of my Sempstress, I have not addicted myself to that neat & cleanly carriage 'sfoot I thought some soul cause or other, interposed itself twixt you and my Lady: But sir, I'll see all wants supplied, thy debts satisfied, thy fortunes eternally mounted: only be tractable to my poor lovesick Lady and mistress, just and loving. As I am, so fates assist me: and Eunuchus here's my hand thou shalt have ample share in my fortunes. By this hand sir but I will not: do not fail sir at eight of the clock to meet me here, where I'll deliver you the key of my ladies chamber: with further instructions in the business, and with assuredness of preferment and promotion. Dear Eunuch let me hug thee: how I long to manifest thy service to my Lady Timoclea. You will meet? My hand and promise for it. It shall suffice. By women man first fell, by them I'll rise. Ha ha ha: Protector, here's a slave Shall stuff thy coffin: him thou shalt sacrifice Unto Timocleas ghost, whose humorous soul Shall in his passage over Acheron Make Charon laugh, and the stern judge of hell Smile at his folly: this is the fatal key Conducts him to those shades by Borgias hand. Thus fools must fall, that wise men firm my stand. SEt down that heavy load of misery, SO would the easing you, might ease my heart! Pure virgin Hark: O let it not impeach The gravity of age to let some tears Fall at thy funeral: true relic of that love I did inherit from thy father's mouth, When to my charge he left his heir and Dukedom In thee I am deprived of all that honour I should have purchased by that thankful care Was due unto thy father's memory: Did not my grief load all my powers of speech, Oh I could spend my age in commenting Of those true virtues died with him and thee, But sorrow shuts my breast: Prior, thine office.
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The truth is I am earthly, and like not to participate with the element of the fire: good Eunuchus commend me to your Lady, and tell her by importuning my affection, she seekes the fall of an innocent. True Sir, but with a firme beliefe of your rising againe. I see no hope of it. The harder is her fortune: but heare me, me thinkes reward should pricke you on with more courage, to such an honorable encounter. Faith Eunuche I haue made a vow not to vncase my selfe to any of that sexe. It may be you grounded your oath vpon the vncleanes of your shirt. Verily since the relapse of my Sempstresse, I haue not addicted my selfe to that neat & cleanly carriage Sfoot I thought some soule cause or other, interposed it selfe twixt you and my Lady: But sir, Ile see all wants supplyed, thy debts satisfied, thy fortunes eternally mounted: onely bee tractable to my poore loue-sicke Lady and mistresse, iust and louing. As I am, so fates assist me: and Eunuchus here's my hand thou shalt haue ample share in my fortunes. By this hand sir but I will not: doe not faile sir at eight of the clocke to meete me here, where Ile deliuer you the key of my Ladyes chamber: with further instructions in the businesse, and with assurednesse of preferment and promotion. Deere Eunuch let me hugge thee: how I long to manifest thy seruice to my Lady Timoclea. You will meete? My hand and promise for it. It shall suffice. By women man first fell, by them Ile rise. Ha ha ha: Protector, here's a slaue Shall stuffe thy coffin: him thou shalt sacrifice Vnto Timocleas ghost, whose humerous soule Shall in his passage ouer Acheron Make Charon laugh, and the sterne judge of hell Smile at his folly: this is the fatall key Conducts him to those shades by Borgias hand. Thus fooles must fall, that wise men firme my stand. SEt downe that heauy load of misery, SO would the easing you, might ease my heart! Pure virgin Hearke: O let it not impeach The grauity of age to let some teares Fall at thy funerall: true relique of that loue I did inherit from thy fathers mouth, When to my charge he left his heire and Dukedome In thee I am depriu'd of all that honour I should haue purchac'd by that thankefull care Was due vnto thy fathers memory: Did not my griefe load all my powers of speech, Oh I could spend my age in commenting Of those rue vertues dyed with him and thee, But sorrow shuts my brest: Prier, thine office.