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 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Who speaks so loud? He that speaks life Timoclea. You wake me. Such power I challenge Lady in my voice, To wake you from your grave. Where am I? In your grave. Hah, my grave! Be not amazed madame: you are safe. Who speaks unto me? oh forbear: I am not for your presence: see my bed Lies much unseemly: who attends me there? What means this impudent intrusion? Take time to your amazement: know where you are 'tis Mulleasses speaks to you: him you once loved: 'tis not now time to fear. I know your face and yet I fear my being Gives cause of fear. Give yourself, to me and on those rites Due to the sweets of love, here is no danger. Accept me in your arms. See where you are, know you this place? Some Church I think. And these the trophies of your Ancestors. This is the burial common to your blood. Oh free me from amazement, what strange accident Brought me so near my death? I am now myself And truly capable of a discourse. Then know madame your life hath been pursued, And myself bribed to be your poisoner, But that my love turned death unto a sleep, And brought you thus alive unto your grave: Say on my dearest Lord, who bribed thy love? What barbarism, or what desert of mine Moved this attempt against my life? My soul durst justify your innocence, But that disease that bred in Paradise, Swells like the prester's poison in our veins (To which all men are heirs ambition) Desire to be like God: 'twas that corruption Gave me occasion thus to show my love On your lives safety: My love and life are thine: speak openly, What breast could be so cruelly ambitious? Whose honour or whose fortunes could my life Eclipse or darken? First madame you must swear, By life, by love, and by that happiness Your soul assures you in the faith you hold With me, this night to prosecute revenge On your lives enemy. By life, by love and by that happiness, My soul assures me in the faith I hold, By that which binds me more— by this I swear this night to prosecute revenge On my lives enemy. Enough: thy resolution like a fire, Makes my warm blood boil: Borgias. My husband. Your husband: start not Lady, 'twas he that by a promise of your daughter The fairest Amada to me for wife Made my tongue say, that I would poison you: Silence dear Lady: choke all passion, And feminine complaints in thoughts of vengeance. Forget you are a woman: and be like your wrongs Full swollen with death: let your inventive brains Carry more fate in their conception, Than Hecubas womb to Troy: my plots are yours, Are you revengeful? As full as jealousy: or the wife of Iason robbed by the fair Corinthian of her love.
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Who speakes so lowd? He hat speakes life Timoclea. You wake me. Such power I chalenge Lady in my voice, To wake you from your graue. Where am I? In your graue. Hah, my graue! Be not amased madame: you are safe. Who speakes vnto me? oh forbeare: I am not for your presence: see my bed Lyes much vnseemely: who attends me there? What meanes this impudent intrusion? Take time to your amazement: know where you are Tis Mulleasses speakes to you: him you once lou`d: Tis not now time to feare. I know your face and yet I feare my being Giues cause of feare. Giue your selfe, to me and on those rites Due to the sweets of loue, here is no daunger. Accept me in your armes. See where you are, know you this place? Some Church I thinke. And these the Tropheyes of your Ancestours. This is the buriail common to your blood. Oh free me from amazement, what strange accident Brought me so nere my death? I am now my selfe And truely capable of a discourse. Then know madame your life hath bene pursued, And my selfe brib'd to be your poisoner, But that my loue turnd death vnto a sleepe, And brought you thus aliue vnto your graue: Say on my deerest Lord, who brib'd thy loue? What barbarisme, or what desert of mine Mou'd this attempt against my life? My soule durst iustifie your innocence, But that desease that bred in Paradise, Swels like the Presters poison in our vaines (To which al men are heirs ambition) Desire to be like God: t'was that corruption Gaue me occasion thus to shew my loue On your liues safety: My loue and life are thine: speake openly, What brest could be so cruelly ambitious? Whose honor or whose fortunes could my life Ecclipse or darken? First madame you must sweare, By life, by loue, and by that happinesse Your oule assures you in the faith you hold With me, this night to prosecute reuenge On your liues enemy. By life, by loue and by that happinesse, My soule assures me in the faith I hold, By that which binds me more—by this I sweare this night to prosecute reuenge On my liues enemie. Enough: thy resolution like a fire, Makes my warme blood boyle: Borgias. My husband. Your husband: start not Lady, Twas he that by a promise of your daughter The fairest Amada to me for wife Made my tongue say, that I would poyson you: Silence deere Lady: choke all passion, And feminine complaints in thoughts of vengance. Forget you are a woman: and be like your wrongs Full swolne with death: let your inuentiue braines Carry more fate in their conception, Then Hecubas wombe to Troy: my plots are yours, Are you reuengefull? As full as Iealousie: or the wife of Iason Rob'd by the faire Corinthian of her loue.