May, Thomas · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti typicality 0.78 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
there's Music in her voice, and in her face More than a mortal beauty: Oh my heart, I shall be lost in passion if I hear her, I'll here no more, convey her from my presence, Quickly I say. This is strange. I told you what he would do, I knew He would not here of a pardon, and I against it, He respects me. No doubt he does my Lord. I like this passage well. But stay, Stay Lady, let me hear you, beshrew my heart My mind was running of another matter. Where the devil hath his mind been all this while, Perhaps he heard none of us neither, We may e'en tell our tales again. No sure he heard us, but 'tis very strange. 'tis such a tempting poison I draw in, I cannot stay my draught, rise up Lady. Never until your grace's pardon raise me, there's pity in your eye, oh show it Sir, Say Pardon gracious King, 'tis but a word And short, but welcome as the breath of life. I'll further here the manner of this fact, Avoid the presence all, all but the Lady, And come not till I send. I like not this. Nor I hear is mad dancing. Heaven bless thy suit thou mirror of thy sex, And best example of true constant love, That in the Sea of thy transcendent virtues Drownest all thy father's malice, and redeemest More in my thoughts then all thy kin can lose. Now Lady what would you do to save the life Of him you love so dearly. I cannot think that thought I would not do, Lay it in my power, and beyond my power I would attempt. You would be thankful then To me if I should grant his pardon. If ever I were thankful to the gods For all that I call mine, my health and being, Could I to you be unthankful for a gift I value more than those, without which These blessings were but wearisome. Those that are thankful study to requite A courtesy, would you do so? would you requite This favour? I cannot Sir, For all the service I can do your Grace Is but my duty, you are my Sovereign, And all my deeds to you are debts not merits, But to those powers above that can requite, That from their vastless treasures hope rewards, More out of grace then merit on us mortals, To those i'll ever pray that they would give you More blessings than I have skill to ask. Nay but Leucothoe, this lies in thy power to requite, thy love will make requital, wilt thou love me? I ever did my Lord. I was instructed from my infancy, To love and honour you my Sovereign. But in a nearer bond of love. There is no nearer nor no truer love Than that a loyal subject bears a Prince.
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Ther's Muſicke in her voice, and in her face More then a mortall beauty▪ Oh my heart, I ſhall be loſt in paſſion if I heare her, Ile heere no more, conuey her from my preſence, Quickly I ſay. This is ſtrange. I told you what he would doe, I knew He would not here of a pardon, and I againſt it, He reſpects me. No doubt he does my Lord▪ I like this paſſage well. But ſtay, Stay Lady, let me heare you, beſhrew my heart My minde was running of another matter. Where the diuell hath his minde bin all this while, Perhaps he heard none of vs neither, We may eene tell our tales againe. No ſure he heard vs, but tis very ſtrange. Tis ſuch a tempting poiſon I draw in, I cannot ſtay my draught, riſe vp Lady. Neuer vntill your graces pardon raiſe me, Ther's pitty in your eye, oh ſhew it Sir, Say Pardon gracious King, tis but a word And ſhort, but welcome as the breath of life. Ile further here the manner of this fact, Auoid the preſence all, all but the Lady, And come not till I ſend. I like not this. Nor I here is mad dancing. Heauen bleſſe thy ſute thou mirror of thy ſex, And beſt example of true conſtant loue, That in the Sea of thy tranſcendent vertues Drown'ſt all thy fathers malice, and redeem'ſt More in my thoughts then all thy kin can loſe. Now Lady what would you doe to ſaue the life Of him you loue ſo deerely. I cannot thinke that thought I would not doe, Lay it in my power, and beyond my power I would attempt. You would be thankefull then To me if I ſhould grant his pardon. If euer I were thankefull to the gods For all that I call mine, my health and being, Could I to you be vnthankefull for a gift I value more then thoſe, without which Theſe bleſſings were but weariſome. Thoſe that are thankefull ſtudy to requite A courteſie, would you doe ſo? would you requite This fauour▪ I cannot Sir, For all the ſeruice I can doe your Grace Is but my duty, you are my Soueraigne, And all my deedes to you are debts not merits, But to thoſe powers aboue that can requite, That from their vaſtleſſe treaſures hope rewards, More out of grace then merrit on vs mortals, To thoſe ile euer pray that they would giue you More bleſſings then I haue skill to aske. Nay but Leucothoe, this lies in thy power to requite, thy loue will make requitall, wilt thou loue me? I euer did my Lord. I was inſtructed from my infancy, To loue and honour you my Soueraigne. But in a neerer bond of loue. There is no neerer nor no truer loue Then that a loyall ſubiect beares a Prince.