Anonymous / Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1621 · first performed or written 1617 [1613-1621] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
I see you full of wonder, therefore noblest And truest amongst women, I will tell you The end of this strange accident. Amazement Has so much wove upon my heart, that truly I feel myself unfit to hear, o Sir, My Lord has slighted me. O no sweet Lady. Robbed me of such a glory by his pity And most unprovident respect. Dear Lady, It was not meant to you. Else where the day is, And hours distinguish time, time runs to ages, And ages end the world, I had been spoken. I'll tell you what it was, if but your patience Will give me hearing. If I have transgressed, Forgive me Sir. Your noble Lord was counseled, Grieving the barrenness between you both, And all the kingdom with him, to seek out A man that knew the secrets of the gods, He went, found such a one, and had this answer, That if he would have issue, on this morning For this hour was prefixed him, he should kill The first he met being female, from the Temple; And than he should have children, the mistake Is now to perfect Lady. Still 'tis I Sir, For may this work be done by common women, Durst any but myself that knew the blessing, And felt the benefit, assume this dying, In any other, t'had been lost, and nothing, A curse, and not a blessing; I was figured; And shall a little fondness bar my purchase? Where should he then seek children? Where they are In wombs ordained for issues, in those beauties That bless a marriage bed, and makes it proceed With kisses that conceive, and fruitful pleasures; Mine like a grave, buries those loyal hopes, And to a grave it covets. You are too good, Too excellent, too honest; rob not us And those that shall hereafter seek example, Of such inestimable worthies in woman, Your Lord of such obedience, all of honour In coveting a cruelty is not yours, A will short of your wisdom; make not error A tombstone of your virtues, whose fair life Deserves a constellation: your Lord dare not, He cannot, ought not, must not run this hazard, He makes a separation nature shakes at, The gods deny, and everlasting justice Shrinks back and sheathes her sword at. All's but talk Sir, I find to what I am reserved, and needful, And though my Lords compassion makes me poor And leaves me in my best use, yet a strength Above mine own, or his dull fondness finds me, The gods have given it to me. draws a knife. Self destruction, Now all good angels bless thee, o sweet Lady You are abused, this is a way to shame you, And with you all that knows you, all that loves you, To ruin all you build, would you be famous, Is that your end? I would be what I should be.
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I see you full of wonder, therefore noblest And truest amongst women, I will tell you The end of this strange accident. Amazement Has so much woue vpon my hart, that truely I feele my selfe vnfit to heare, o Sir, My Lord has slighted me. O no sweete Lady. Robd me of such a glory by his pitty And most vnprouident respect. Deare Lady, It vvas not meant to you. Else where the day is, And houres distinguish time, time runnes to ages, And ages end the world, I had bin spoken. I'le tell you what it was, if but your patience Will giue me hearing. If I haue transgrest, Forgiue me Sir. Your noble Lord was counsell'd, Grieuing the barrennesse betweene you both, And all the kingdome with him, to seeke out A man that knew the secrets of the gods, He went, found such a one, and had this answere, That if he woo'd haue issue, on this morning For this houre was prefixt him, he should kill The first he met being female, from the Temple; And then he should haue children, the mistake Is now to perfect Lady. Still 'tis I Sir, For may this worke be done by common women, Durst any but my selfe that knew the blessing, And felt the benefit, assume this dying, In any other, t'ad bin lost, and nothing, A curse, and not a blessing; I was figur'd; And shall a little fondnesse barre my purchase? Where should he then seeke children? Where they are In wombes ordainde for issues, in those beauties That blesse a marriage bed, and makes it proceede With kisses that conceiue, and fruitefull pleasures; Mine like a graue, buries those loyall hopes, And to a graue it couets. You are too good, Too excellent, too honest; robbe not vs And those that shall hereafter seeke example, Of such inestimable worthies in woman, Your Lord of such obedience, all of honor In coueting a cruelty is not yours, A will short of your wisedome; make not error A tombestone of your vertues, whose faire life Deserues a constellation: your Lord dare not, He cannot, ought not, must not run this hazard, He makes a separation nature shakes at, The gods deny, and euerlasting iustice Shrinkes backe and sheathes her sword at. All's but talke Sir, I find to what I am reseru'd, and needefull, And though my Lords compassion makes me poore And leaues me in my best vse, yet a strength Aboue mine owne, or his dull fondnesse finds mee, The gods haue giuen it to me. drawes a knife. Selfe destruction, Now all good angells blesse thee, o sweete Lady You are abus'd, this is a way to shame you, And with you al that knowes you, al that loues you, To ruine all you build, would you be famous, Is that your end? I would be what I should be.