May, Thomas · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
I think you would not hit her with such stones as this, Lady look to yourself, he that now throws one Stone at you, hopes to hit you with two. But prithee tell me what dost think this Letter may do. Well I hope, 'tis ten to one this Lady oft hath seen you, You never lived obscure in Syracuse, Nor walked the streets unknown, and who can tell What place you bear in her affections, Loved or misliked; if bad, this letter sent, Will make her show her scorn, if otherwise, Fear not a woman's wit, she'll find a time To answer your kind Letter, and express What you desire she should, then send it boldly, You have a fairer make there. Cupid guide my arm, Oh be as just blind God as thou art great, And with that powerful hand, that golden shaft That I was wounded, wound you tender breast, There is no salve but that, no cure for me, See what a wonder it strikes 'em in, how it should come. she'll wonder more to see what man it comes from. I like her well, yet she is not afraid to open it: She starts, stay mark her action when she has read the Letter. " LEt it wrong this Letter that it came, From one that trembled to subscribe his name, " Fearing your hate, O let not hate descend, Nor make you cruel to so vowed a friend, " If you'll not promise love, grant but access, And let me know my woes are past redress, " Be just then beauteous judge, and like the laws Condemn me not till you have heard my cause, " Which when you have, from those fair lips return Either my life in love, or death in scorn. Am I awake or dream I, is it true Or does my flattering fancy but suggest What I most covet. madam the words are there, I'll swear it canna be, nor be illusion. It is too good for truth. Mock me not fortune, She kissed it, sawest thou her, by heaven she kissed it. And with a look that relished love, not scorn, This Letter may be forged, I much desire to know the certainty, Psecas thy help must further me. I'll not be wanting. Here comes my father, he must not see this. No nor your other sweet heart, he is with him yonder. Nay noble Count you are too old a Soldier To take a maids first no, for a denial, They will be nice at first, men must pursue That will obtain, woe her my Lord and take her, You have my free consent if you can get hers, Yonder she walks alone, go comfort her. I'll do the best I may, but we old men Are but cold comfort, I thank your Lordship's love. I wonder Roscio that the peevish Girl Comes on so slowly on persuasions That I can use, do move the setting forth Count Virro's greatness, wealth and dignity Seems not to affect her, Roscio.
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I think you would not hit her with ſuch ſtones as this, Lady looke to your ſelfe, he that now throwes one Stone at you, hopes to hit you with two. But prethee tell mee what doeſt thinke this Letter may doe. Well I hope, Tis ten to one this Lady oft hath ſeene you, You neuer liued obſcure in Syracuſe, Nor walk'd the ſtreetes vnknowne, and who can tell What place you beare in her affections, Lou'd or miſlik'd; if bad, this letter ſent, Will make her ſhew her ſcorne, if otherwiſe, Feare not a womans wit, ſheele find a time To anſwere your kind Letter, and expreſſe What you deſire ſhe ſhould, then ſend it boldly, You haue a fairer make there. Cupid guide my arme, Oh be as iuſt blind God as thou art great, And with that powerfull hand, that golden ſhaft That I was wounded, wound you tender breſt, There is no ſaluē but that, no cure for me, See what a wonder it ſtrikes vm in, how it ſhould come. Sheele wonder more to ſee what man it comes from. I like her well, yet ſhe is not afraid to open it: She ſtarts, ſtay marke her action when ſhee has read the Letter. "LEt it wrong this Letter that it came, "From one that trembled to ſubſcribe his name, "Fearing your hate, O let not hate deſcend, "Nor make you cruell to ſo vow'd a friend, "If youle not promiſe loue, grant but acceſſe, "And let me know my woes are paſt redreſſe, "Be iuſt then beautious Iudge, and like the lawes "Condemne me not till you haue heard my cauſe, "Which when you haue, from thoſe faire lips returne "Either my life in loue, or death in ſcorne. Am I awake or dreame I, is it true Or does my flattering fancy but ſuggeſt What I moſt couet. Madame the words are there, Ile ſweare it canna be, nor be illuſion. It is too good for truth. Mocke me not fortune, She kiſt it, ſaweſt thou her, by heauen ſhe kiſt it. And with a looke that reliſht loue, not ſcorne, This Letter may be forged, I much deſire to know the certainty, Pſecas thy helpe muſt further me. Ile not be wanting. Here comes my father, he muſt not ſee this. No nor your tother ſweet heart, hee is with him yonder. Nay noble Count you are too old a Souldier To take a maides firſt no, for a deniall, They will be nice at firſt, men muſt purſue That will obtaine, woe her my Lord and take her, You haue my free conſent if you can get hers, Yonder ſhe walkes alone, goe comfort her. Ile doe the beſt I may, but we old men Are but cold comfort, I thanke your Lordſhips loue. I wonder Roſcio that the peeuiſh Girle Comes on ſo ſlowly on peſwaſions That I can vſe, do mooue the ſetting forth Count Ʋirroes greatneſſe, wealth and dignity Seemes not to affect her, Roſcio.