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 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
O this is fine. No marry is she not an't please your Majesty: I never thought she was, she's nothing like you. No, 'tis true, she is not: Thou shouldst be hanged. Sir, I will speak but once: By the same power You make my blood a stranger unto yours; You may command me dead, and so much love A stranger may importune, pray you do; If this request appear too much to grant, Adopt me of some other Family By your unquestioned word; else I shall live Like sinful issues that are left in streets By their regardless Mothers, and no name Will be found for me. I will hear no more; Why should there be such music in a voice, And sin for me to hear it: All the world May take delight in this, and 'tis damnation For me to do so; you are fair, and wise, And virtuous I think, and he is blessed That is so near you as your brother is: But you are nought to me but a disease, Continual torment without hope of ease; Such an ungodly sickness I have got, That he that undertakes my cure, must first o'erthrow Divinity, all moral Laws, And leave mankind as unconfined as beasts, Allowing them to do all actions As freely as they drink, when they desire. Let me not hear you speak again; yet so I shall but languish for the want of that, The having which would kill me: No man here Offer to speak for her; for I consider As much as you can say: I will not toil My body, and my mind too, rest thou there, Here's one within will labour for you both. I would I were past speaking. Fear not Madam, The King will alter, 'tis some sudden change, And you shall see it end some other way. Pray God it do. Though she to whom I swore be here, I cannot Stifle my passion longer: If my Father Should rise again disquieted with this, And charge me to forbear, yet it would out: Madam, a stranger, and a prisoner begs To be bid welcome. You are welcome Sir I think, but if you be not, 'tis past me To make you so: for I am here a stranger, Greater than you: we know from whence you come, But I appear a lost thing, and by whom Is yet uncertain; found here in the Court, And only suffered to walk up and down, As one not worth the owning. O, I fear Tigranes will be caught, he looks methinks As he would change his eyes with her; some help There is above for me I hope. Why do you turn away, and weep so fast, And utter things that misbecome your looks, Can you want owning? O, 'tis certain so. Acknowledge yourself mine. How now?
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O this is fine. No marry is ſhee not an't pleaſe your Maieſtie: I neuer thought ſhee was, ſhees nothing like you. No, tis true, ſhee is not: Thou ſhouldſt be hang'd. Sir, I will ſpeake but once: By the ſame power You make my bloud a ſtranger vnto yours; You may command me dead, and ſo much loue A ſtranger may importune, pray you doe; If this requeſt appeare too much to grant, Adopt me of ſome other Family By your vnqueſtion'd word; elſe I ſhall liue Like ſinfull iſſues that are left in ſtreetes By their regardleſſe Mothers, and no name Will be found for me. I will heare no more; Why ſhould there be ſuch muſicke in a voice, And ſinne for me to heare it: All the world May take delight in this, and tis damnation For me to doe ſo; you are faire, and wiſe, And vertuous I thinke, and he is bleſt That is ſo neere you as your brother is: But you are naught to me but a diſeaſe, Continuall torment without hope of eaſe; Such an vngodly ſickneſſe I haue got, That he that vndertakes my cure, muſt firſt Orethrow Diuinity, all morall Lawes, And leaue mankinde as vnconfinde as beaſts, Allowing them to doe all actions As freely as they drinke, when they deſire. Let me not heare you ſpeake againe; yet ſo I ſhall but languiſh for the want of that, The hauing which would kill me: No man here Offer to ſpeake for her; for I conſider As much as you can ſay: I will not toyle My body, and my mind too, reſt thou there, Heres one within will labour for you both. I would I were paſt ſpeaking. Feare not Madam, The King will alter, tis ſome ſudden change, And you ſhall ſee it end ſome other way. Pray God it doe. Though ſhee to whom I ſwore be here, I cannot Stifle my paſſion longer: If my Father Should riſe againe diſquieted with this, And charge me to forbeare, yet it would out: Madam, a ſtranger, and a priſoner begs To be bid welcome. You are welcome Sir I thinke, but if you be not, tis paſt me To make you ſo: for I am here a ſtranger, Greater then you: we know from whence you come, But I appeare a loſt thing, and by whom Is yet vncertaine; found here in the Court, And onely ſufferd to walke vp and downe, As one not worth the owning. O, I feare Tigranes will be caught, he lookes me thinkes As he would change his eyes with her; ſome helpe There is aboue for me I hope. VVhy doe you turne away, and weepe ſo faſt, And vtter things that misbecome your lookes, Can you want owning? O, tis certaine ſo. Acknowledge your ſelfe mine. How now?