Heywood, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1594 (Annals) romance · Worcester's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
ay, ay, 'tis so. Upon my life she loves him. I must devise some plot, or they will use Some means to meet, and marry out of hand. Lady, he was my Master, but believe me, He is the most insatiate man for women, That ever breathed; nay, madam, which is more, He loves variety, and delights in change. And I heard him say, should he be married, he'd make his wife a cuck-quean. Why though he do; 'tis virtue in a woman, If she can bear his imperfections. Upon my life they are made sure already, she's pleased with any imperfections. What should I do? Now fair youth, list to me, I will acquaint thee with a secrecy. These Lords so trouble me with their vain suits, That I am tired and wearied, and resolve To steal away in secret from the Camp. My Guy is gone, and she would follow him: I must prevent it, or else lose my love. Wilt thou consort me, bear me company, And share with me in joy and misery? madam I will. She loves him, and no wonder. I'll go, be't but to keep them still asunder. Then from their Tents this night we'll steal away, And through the wide woods and the forests stray. Then your reports sound nought but death and war. The Christians would not lend an ear to peace. Since they demean themselves so honourably, This earth shall give them honourable graves. By pride herself are their proud Ensigns born: War in their tongues sits, in their faces scorn. Our resolutions shall control base fears. we are proud as they; our swords shall answer theirs. Didst thou deliver our strict Embassy? I did, my Lord. Did they not quake to hear it? No more than Rocks shake with a puff of breath, They come resolved, and not in fear of death. Looked they not pale? With fury, not with fear. the' were'were mad, because your forces were not there. Did you not dash their spirits? fell not their eyes. Down to the earth, when thou didst speak of us? Went not a fearful murmur through their Host, When thou didst number our unnumbered power? Did not their faint swords tremble in their hands, At that name Soldan? Or when thou named'st me, My power, my strength, my matchless chivalry: Fell they not flat upon the earth with fear? No, but their proud hearts bounded in their breasts, Their plumes flew bravely on their golden crests: And they were ready to have fallen at jar, Which of them first should with the Persian war. There was no tongue but breathed defiance forth: I could not see a face but menaced death: No hand, but brandished a victorious sword. They all cry Battle, Battle, peace defy, And not a heart but promised victory. There's not an heart shall scape our tyranny, Since they provoke our indignation, Like the vast Ocean shall our courage rise, To drown their pride, and all their powers surprise.
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I, I, 'tis so. Vpon my life sh loues him. I must deuise some plot, or they will vse Some meanes to meete, and mry out of hand. Lady, he was my Maister, but beleeue me, He is the most ine man for women, That euer breath'd; nay, Madame, which is more, He loues vary, ad delights in change. Ad I heard him say, should he be married, Hee'd make his wife a Cucke-queane. Why though he do; 'tis ver in a woman, If she can beare his imperfections. Vpon my life they are made sure alrady, Shee's pleas'd with any imperfections. Wat should I do? Now faire youth, list to me, I will acquaint thee with a secrecy. These Lords so trouble me with their vaine suites, That I am tir'd and wearied, and resolue To steale away in secret from the Campe. My Guy is gone, and she would follow him: I must preuent it, or else loose my loue. Wilt thou consort me, beare me company, And share with me in ioy and misery? Madame I will. She loues him, and no wonder. I'le go, be't but to keepe them still assunder. Then from their Tents this night wee'le steale away, And through the wide woods and the Forrests stray. Then your reports sound nought but death and war. The Christians would not lend an eare to peace. Since they demeane themselues so honourably, This earth shall giue them honourable graues. By pride her selfe are their proud Ensignes bone: Warre in their tongues sits, in their faces scorne. Our resolutions shall controule base feares. Wee are proud as they; our swords shall answere theirs. Didst thou deliuer our strict Embassie? I did, my Lord. Did they not quake to heare it? No more then Rockes hake with a puffe of breath, They come resolu'd, and not in feare of death. Lookt they not pale? With fury, not with feae. The'were mad, because your forces were not there. Did you not dah their spirits? fell not their . Downe to the earth, when thou didst speake of vs? Went not a fearefull murmu through their Hoast, When thou did'st number our vnnumbred power? Did not their faint swords tremble in their hands, At that name Soldan? Or when thou namd'st mee, My power, my strength, my matchlesse chiualry: Fell they not flat vpon the earth with feare? No, but their proud hearts bounded in their breasts, Their plumes flew brauely on their golden crests: And they were ready to haue fallen at iarre, Which of them first should with the Persian warre. There was no tongue but breath'd defiance forth: I could not see a face but menac'd death: No hand, but brandisht a victorious sword. They all cry Battaile, Battaile, peace defie, And not a heart but promist victory. There's not an heart shall scape our tyranny, Since they prouoke ou indignation, Like the vaste Ocean shall our courage rise, To drown their pride, and all their powers surprise.