Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
O Tigranes, I know you are to see a Lady there, To see, and like I fear: perhaps the hope Of her makes you forget me ere we part, Be happier than you know to wish: farewell. Spaconia stay, and hear me what I say: In short destruction meet me, that I may See it, and not avoid it when I leave To be thy faithful Lover: part with me Thou shalt not, there are none that know our love; And I have given gold to a Captain That goes unto Iberia from the King, That he would place a Lady of our Land With the king's sister that is offered me; Thither shall you, and being once got in, Persuade her by what subtle means you can To be as backward in her love as I. Can you imagine that a longing maid When she beholds you, can be pulled away With words from loving you? Dispraise my health, My honesty, and tell her I am jealous: Why, I had rather lose you: Can my heart Consent to let my tongue throw out such words, And I that ever yet spoke what I thought, Shall find it such a thing at first to lie: Yet do thy best. What is your Majesty ready? There is the Lady Captain. Sweet Lady by your leave, I could wish myself more full of Courtship for your fair sake. Sir I shall find no want of that. Lady, you must haste, I have received new letters from the King, that requires more speed than I expected he will follow me suddenly himself, and begins to call for your Majesty already. He shall not do so long. Sweet Lady shall I call you my charge hereafter? I will not take upon me to govern your tongue Sir, you shall call me what you please: MY Lord Bacurius, you must have regard Unto the Queen, she is your prisoner, 'tis at your peril if she make escape. My Lord I know't, she is my prisoner From you committed; yet she is a woman, And so I keep her safe: you will not urge me To keep her close, I shall not shame to say I sorrow for her. So do I my Lord. I sorrow for her that so little grace Doth govern her, that she should stretch her arm Against her King, so little womanhood And natural goodness, as to think the death Of her own Son. Thou know'st the reason why, Dissembling as thou art, and wilt not speak. There is a Lady takes not after you, Her Father is within her, that good man Whose tears paid down his sins, mark how she weeps, How well it does become her; and if you Can find no disposition in yourself To sorrow, yet by gracefulness in her Find out the way, and by your reason weep: All this she does for you, and more she needs, When for yourself you will not lose a tear, Think how this want of grief discredits you, And you will weep, because you cannot weep:
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O Tigranes, I know you are to ſee a Ladie there, To ſee, and like I feare: perhaps the hope Of her makes you forget me ere we part, Be happier then you know to wiſh: farewell. Spaconia ſtay, and heare me what I ſay: In ſhort deſtruction meete me, that I may See it, and not auoid it when I leaue To be thy faithfull Louer: part with me Thou ſhalt not, there are none that know our loue; And I haue giuen gold to a Captaine That goes vnto Iberia from the King, That he would place a Ladie of our Land With the Kings ſiſter that is offer'd me; Thither ſhall you, and being once got in, Perſwade her by what ſubtile meanes you can To be as backward in her loue as I. Can you imagine that a longing maide VVhen ſhee beholds you, can be puld away VVith words from louing you? Diſpraiſe my health, My honeſtie, and tell her I am iealous: VVhy, I had rather looſe you: Can my heart Conſent to let my tongue throw out ſuch words, And I that euer yet ſpoke what I thought, Shall find it ſuch a thing at firſt to lie: Yet doe thy beſt. VVhat is your Maieſtie readie? There is the Ladie Captaine. Sweet Ladie by your leaue, I could wiſh my ſelfe more full of Courtſhip for your faire ſake. Sir I ſhall find no want of that. Lady, you muſt haſte, I haue receiued new letters from the King, that requires more ſpeed then I expected he will follow me ſuddenly himſelfe, and beginnes to call for your Maieſtie alreadie. He ſhall not doe ſo long. Sweet Ladie ſhall I call you my charge hereafter? I will not take vpon me to gouerne your tongue Sir, you ſhall call me what you pleaſe: MY Lord Bacurius, you muſt haue regard Vnto the Queene, ſhee is your priſoner, Tis at your perill if ſhee make eſcape. My Lord I know't, ſhee is my priſoner From you committed; yet ſhee is a woman, And ſo I keepe her ſafe: you will not vrge me To keepe her cloſe, I ſhall not ſhame to ſay I ſorrow for her. So doe I my Lord. I ſorrow for her that ſo little grace Doth gouerne her, that ſhee ſhould ſtretch her arme Againſt her King, ſo little womanhood And naturall goodneſſe, as to thinke the death Of her owne Sonne. Thou know'ſt the reaſon why, Diſſembling as thou art, and wilt not ſpeake. There is a Ladie takes not after you, Her Father is within her, that good man Whoſe teares paid downe his ſinnes, marke how ſhee weeps, How well it does become her; and if you Can find no diſpoſition in your ſelfe To ſorrow, yet by gracefulneſſe in her Find out the way, and by your reaſon weepe: All this ſhee does for you, and more ſhee needes, When for your ſelfe you will not loſe a teare, Thinke how this want of griefe diſcredits you, And you will weepe, becauſe you cannot weepe: