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 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
If there were no such Instruments as thou, We Kings could never act such wicked deeds: Seek out a man that mocks Divinity, That breaks each precept both of Gods and man's, And Natures too, and does it without lust; merely because it is a law, and good, And live with him: for him thou canst not spoil. Away I say; I will not do this sin. I'll press it here till it do break my breast; It heaves to get out: but thou art a sin And spite of torture, I will keep thee in. Have you written Madam? Yes, good Gobrias. And with a kindness, and such winning words As may provoke him at one instant fee e His double fault, your wrong, and his own rashness. I have sent words enough, if words may win him From his displeasure, and such words I hope As shall gain much upon his goodness, Gobrius: Yet fearing since theyare many, and a woman's, A poor belief may follow; I have woven As many truths within 'em to speak for me, That if he be but gracious, and receive 'em. Good Lady, be not fearful; if he should not Give you your present end in this believe it You shall feel (if your virtue can induce you To labour out this tempest, which I know Is but a poor proof against your patience, All those contents your spirit will arrive at Newer and sweeter to you; your royal brother (When he shall once collect himself, and see How far he has been asunder from himself, What a mere stranger to his golden temper) Must from those roots of virtue, (never dying Though somewhat stopped with humour) shoot again Into a thousand glories bearing his far branches high as our hopes can look at straight as justice, loaden with rich contents: he loves you dearly, I know it, and I hope I need not further Win you to understand it. I believe it, Howsoever I am sure I love him dearly, So dearly, that if any thing I write For my enlarging, should beget high anger; Heaven be a witness with me, and my faith I had rather live entombed here. You shall not feel a worse stroke than your grief, I am sorry 'tis so sharp: I kiss your hand, and this night will deliver this true story with this hand to your brother. Peace go with you, You are a good man; my Spaconia Why are you ever sad thus? O dear Lady. Many, and strange ones, I feel my old fire flame again, and burn So strong and violent, that should I see her Again, the grief, and that would kill me lady. Your token I acknowledge, you may pass; There is the King. I thank your Lordship for it. she comes, she comes, shame hide me ever from her; would I were buried, or so far removed Light might not find me out: I dare not see her.
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If there were no ſuch Inſtruments as thou, We Kings could neuer act ſuch wicked deeds: Seeke out a man that mockes Diuinitie, That breakes each precept both of Gods and Mans, And Natures too, and does it without luſt; Merely becauſe it is a law, and good, And liue with him: for him thou canſt not ſpoile. Away I ſay; I will not doe this ſinne. Ile preſſe it here till it doe breake my breaſt; It heaues to get out: but thou art a ſinne And ſpight of torture, I wil keep thee in. HAue you written Madam? Yes, good Gobrias. And with a kindneſſe, and ſuh winning words As may prouoke him at one inſtant fee e His double fault, your wrong, and his owne raſhneſſe. I haue ſent words enough, if words may winne him From his diſpleaſure, and ſuch words I hope As ſhall gaine much vpon his goodneſſe, Gobrius: Yet fearing ſince th'are many, and a womans, A poore beliefe may follow; I haue wouen As many truthes within vm to ſpeake for me, That if he be but gracious, and receiue vm. Good Ladie, be not fearefull; if he ſhould not Gie vou your preſent end in this beleeue it You ſha l feele (if your vertue can induce you To labour out this temeſt, which I know Is but a poore proofe gainſt your patience▪) All thoſe contents your ſpirit will arriue at Newer and ſweeter to you; your royall brother (VVhen he ſhall once collect himſelfe, and ſee How farre e beene aſunder from himſelfe, What a meere ſtranger to his golden temper) Mſt from thoſe rootes of vertue, (neuer dying Though ſomewhat ſtopt with humour) ſhoote againe Into a thouſand glories bearing his fa re branches Hie as our hopes can looke at ſtraight as Iuſtice, Loden with ri e contents: he loues you dearely, I know it, and I hope I neede not further Winne you to vnderſtand it. I beleeue it, Howſoeuer I am ſure I loue him dearely, So dearely, that if any thing I write For my inlarging, ſhould bege hi anger; Heauen e a itneſſe with mee, and my faith I had rather liue inomb'd here. You ſhall not feele a vorſe ſtroke then your griefe, I am ſorr tis ſo ſharpe: I kiſſe your hand, and this night will deliuer this true ſtorie with this hand to your brother. Peace goe with you, You are a good man; my paconia VVhy are you euer ſad thus? O deere Ladie. Many, and ſtrange ones, I feele my olde fire flame againe, and burne So ſtrong and violent, that ſhould I ſee her Againe, the griefe, and that would kill me . Your token I acknowledge, you may paſſe; There is the King. I thanke your Lordſhip for it. Shee comes, ſhee comes, ſhame hide me euer from her; would I were buried, or ſo farre remou'd Light might not find me out: I dare not ſee her.