The Hector of Germany, or The Palsgrave, Prime Elector · chunk 21 of 31
Smith, William · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) history; pseudo-history · Red Bull unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
My soul and body are the gift of heaven, And I will use them to my maker's praise: If other service (great King) you require, I am ready, attend your hearts desire. I think sweet creature, what thy tongue has uttered Is distant many paces from thy heart. My heart's desire, 'tis not in bending low, After the officious custom of a Court: Nor lies it in the use of common things, To bring and take away; my heart's desire Is to enjoy thee in another sort, Which if thou yield unto, thou shalt be great, Greatest in France, next, nay before my Queen: For I'll find means to to take away her life, So I may have thee as a second wife. The Saint of France forbid it, & all powers, That have continued both so long together In sacred rites of Marriage, heaven deny I should be Author of her Tragedy: Or give content where murder is opposed. If I should yield, and your Queen made away, Might you not use me so another day? 'tis fearful building upon any sin, One mischief entered, brings another in: The second pulls a third, the third draws more, And they for all the rest set ope the door: Till custom take away the judging sense, That to offend we think it no offence. Wherefore my Lord, kill mischief while 'tis small, So by degrees you may destroy it all. Divine is thy discourse, like to thy beauty. Does not Idolatrize, beauties a flower, Which springs and withers almost in an hour: Sickness impairs it, but death kills it quite, It vades as fast as shadows in the night. Why should your Grace call it Divinity? There's nought divine, but that which cannot die. lest I offend by staying here too long, I'll take my leave, and so curb in my tongue. Speak still, I'll hear thee. To our Sex 'tis bar, We should be twice seen, ere we be once heard. she'll never yield! why do I woo her then? Because I cannot bridle my desires, Nor sleep, nor eat, but as I dream of her: she's to me as my Genius, or my soul, And more than they, because she governs them. Some way I'll take, my freedom to recover: That there's no physic made to cure a Lover! My Lord. My Love. Yes. Infortuna. How! Infortuna? I mistook thy name: Yet now I think on't, I had busy thoughts How I might raise that Virgin to some Honour, And match her with some worthy Peer of France. yourself my Lord in some Adulterate kind. Nay then you wrong me, I meant virtuously; Believe me Sweet I did, I love thee so, No evil thought should make me wrong thy bed, By this it shall not, this, and this, my Love. Kisses her. You flatter me.
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My soule and body are the gift of heauē, And I will vse them to my Makers praise: If other seruice (great King)you require, I am ready, attend your hearts desire. I think sweet creature, what thy tongue has vtterd Is distant many paces from thy heart. My hearts desire, tis not in bending low, After the afficious custome of a Court: Nor lyes it in the vse of common things, To bring and take away; my hearts desire Is to enioy thee in another sort, Which if thou yeeld vnto, thou shalt be great, Greatest in France, next, nay before my Queene: For Ile finde meanes to to take away her life, So I may haue thee as a second wife. The Saint of France forbid it, & all powers, That haue continued both so long together In sacred rites of Mariage, heauen deny I should be Authour of her Tragedy: Or giue content where murther is oppos'd. If I should yeeld, and your Queene made away, Might you not vse me so another day? Tis fearefull building vpon any sinne, One mischiefe entred, brings another in: The second pulls a third, the third drawes more, And they for all the rest set ope the dore: Till custome take away the iudging sence, That to offend we thinke it no offence. Wherefore my Lord, kill mischiefe while tis small, So by degrees you may destroy it all. Diuie is thy discourse, like to thy beauty. Does not Idolatrize, beauties a flowre, Which springs and withers almost in an houre: Sicknesse impayres it, but death kills it quite, It vades as fast as shaddowes in the night. Why should your Grace call it Diuinitie? There's nought diuine, but that which cannot dye. Least I offend by staying here too long, Ile take my leaue, and so curbe in my tongue. Speake still, Ile heare thee. To our Sex tis bard, We should be twice seene, ere we be once heard. Shee'll neuer yeeld! why do I woo her then? Because I cannot bridle my desires, Nor sleepe, nor cate, but as I dreame of her: Shee's to me as my Genius, or my soule, And more then they, because she gouernes them. Some way Ile take, my freedome to recouer: That there's no physicke made to cure a Louer! My Lord. My Loue. Yes. Infortuna. How! Infortuna? I mistooke thy name: Yet now I thinke on't, I had busie thoughts How I might raise that Virgin to some Honour, And match her with some worthy Peere of France. Your selfe my Lord in some Adulterate kinde. Nay then you wrong me, I meant vertuously; Beleeue me Sweet I did, I loue thee so, No euill thought should make me wrong thy bed, By this it shall not, this, and this, my Loue.Kisses her. You flatter me.