Massinger, Philip · published 1623 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1623] (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 grant you move me: But to a Man confirmed; He try your temper: What think you of my Wife? As a thing Sacred: To whose fair Name, and memory, I pay gladly These signs of duty. Is the not the abstract Of all that's rare, or to be wished in Woman? It were a kind of blasphemy to dispute it: But to the purpose Sir. Add to her goodness, Her tenderness of me, Her care to please me, Her unsuspected chastity, ne'er equalled: Her Innocence, her honour: O I am lost In the Ocean of her virtues, and her graces, When I think of them. Now I find the end Of all your conjurations: there's some service To be done for this sweet Lady; If she have enemies That she would have removed? Alas Francisco, Her greatest enemy is her greatest lover, Yet in that hatred, her Idolater. One smile of hers would make a savage tame; One accent of that tongue would calm the Seas, Though all the winds at once strove there for Empire. Yet I, for whom she thinks all this too little, Should I miscarry in this present journey, (From whence it is all number to a cipher, I ne'er return with honour) by thy hand Must have her murdered. murdered? She that loves so, And so deserves to be beloved again? And I, (who sometimes you were pleased to favour) Picked out the instrument? Do not fly off: What is decreed, can never be recalled; 'Tis more than love to her, that marks her out, A wished companion to me, in both fortunes: And strong assurance of thy zealous faith, That gives up to thy trust a secret, that Racks should not have forced from me. O Francisco: There is no heaven without her: nor a hell, Where she resides. I ask from her but justice, And what I would have paid to her: had sickness, Or any other accident divorced, Her purer soul, from his unspotted body. The slavish Indian Princes when they die Are cheerfully attended to the fire, By the wife, and slave, that living they loved best, To do them service in another world: Nor will I be less honoured, that love more. And therefore trifle not, but in thy looks, Express a ready purpose to perform, What I command, or by Marcelia's soul, This is thy latest minute. 'Tis not fear Of death, but love to you, makes me embrace it; But for mine own security when 'tis done, What warrant have I? If you please to sign one, I shall, though with unwillingness and horror, Perform your dreadful charge. I will Francisco; But still remember, that a PRINCE's secrets Are balm, concealed: but poison, if discovered. I may come back; then this is but a trial, To purchase thee, if it were possible, A nearer place in my affection; but I know thee honest.
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I grant you moue me: But to a Man confirm'd; He try your temper: What thinke you of my Wife? As a thing Sacred: To whose faire Name, and memorie, I pay gladly These signes of dutie. Is the not the abstract Of all that's rare, or to be wish't in Woman? It were a kind of blasphemy to dispute it: But to the purpose Sir. Ad to her goodnesse, Her tendernesse of me, Her care to please me, Her vnsuspected chastity, nere equall'd: Her Innocence, her honor: O I am lost In the Ocean of her vertues, and her graces, When I thinke of them. Now I finde the end Of all your coniurations: there's some seruice To be done for this sweet Lady; If she haue enemies That she would haue remou'd? Alas Francisco, Her greatest enemy is her greatest louer, Yet in that hatred, her Idolater. One smile of hers would make a sauage tame; One accent of that tongue would calme the Seas, Though all the windes at once stroue there for Empire. Yet I, for whom she thinks all this too little, Should I miscarry in this present iourney, (From whence it is all number to a cypher, I ner'e returne with honor) by thy hand Must haue her murthered. Murther'd? Shee that loues so, And so deserues to be belou'd againe? And I, (who sometimes you were pleas'd to fauor) Pick'd out the instrument? Doe not flye off: What is decreed, can neuer be recal'd; 'Tis more than loue to her, that markes her out, A wish'd companion to me, in both fortunes: And strong assurance of thy zealous faith, That giues vp to thy trust a secret, that Racks should not haue forc'd from me. O Francisco: There is no heauen without her: nor a hell, Where she recides. I aske from her but iustice, And what I would haue payd to her: had sickenesse, Or any other accident diuorc'd, Her purer soule, from his vnspotted body. The slauish Indian Princes when they dye Are cheerefully attended to the fire, By the wife, and slaue, that liuing they lou'd best, To doe them seruice in another world: Nor will I be lesse honor'd, that loue more. And therefore trifle not, but in thy lookes, Expresse a ready purpose to performe, What I command, or by Marcelias soule, This is thy latest minute. 'Tis not feare Of death, but loue to you, makes me embrace it; But for mine owne security when 'tis done, What warrant haue I? If you please to signe one, I shall, though with vnwillingnesse aud horror, Perform your dreadfull charge. I will Francisco; But still remember, that a Princes secrets Are balme, conceal'd: but poyson, if discouer'd. I may come backe; then this is but a tryall, To purchase thee, if it were possible, A neerer place in my affection; but I know thee honest.