Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William / Nashe, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1590 (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Damsel of France, I think I have you fast, Unchain your spirits now with spelling Charms, And try if they can gain your liberty. A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace. See how the ugly Witch doth bend her brows, As if with Circe, she would change my shape. Changed to a worse shape thou canst not be: Oh, Charles the Dolphin is a proper man, No shape but his can please your dainty eye. A plaguing mischief light on Charles, and thee, And may ye both be suddenly surprised By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds. Fell banning Hag, Enchantress hold thy tongue. I prithee give me leave to curse awhile. Curse Miscreant, when thou com'st to the stake Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner. Oh Fairest Beauty, do not fear, nor fly: For I will touch thee but with reverend hands, I kiss these fingers for eternal peace, And lay them gently on thy tender side. Who art thou, say? that I may honour thee. Margaret my name, and daughter to a King, The King of Naples, who so ere thou art. An Earl I am, and Suffolk am I called. Be not offended Nature's miracle, Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me: So doth the Swan her downy Signets save, Keeping them prisoner underneath his wings: Yet if this servile usage once offend, Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend. Oh slay: I have no power to let her pass, My hand would free her, but my heart says no. As plays the Sun upon the glassy streams, Twinkling another counterfeited beam, So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes. fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak: I'll call for Pen and Ink, and write my mind: Fie De la Pole, disable not thyself: Hast not a Tongue? Is she not here? Wilt thou be daunted at a Woman's sight? I: Beauties Princely Majesty is such, Confounds the tongue, and makes the senses rough. Say Earl of Suffolk, if thy name be so, What ransom must I pay before I pass? For I perceive I am thy prisoner. How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit, Before thou make a trial of her love? Why speakest thou not? What ransom must I pay? She's beautiful; and therefore to be Wooed: She is a Woman; therefore to be Won. Wilt thou accept of ransom, yea or no? Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife, Then how can Margaret be thy Paramour? I were best to leave him, for he will not hear. There all is marred: there lies a cooling card. He talks at random: sure the man is mad. And yet a dispensation may be had. And yet I would that you would answer me:
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Damſell of France, I thinke I haue you faſt, Vnchaine your ſpirits now with ſpelling Charmes, And try if they can gaine your liberty. A goodly prize, fit for the diuels grace. See how the vgly Witch doth bend her browes, As if with Circe, ſhe would change my ſhape. Chang'd to a worſer ſhape thou canſt not be: Oh, Charles the Dolphin is a proper man, No ſhape but his can pleaſe your dainty eye. A plaguing miſcheefe light on Charles, and thee, And may ye both be ſodainly ſurpriz'd By bloudy hands, in ſleeping on your beds. Fell banning Hagge, Inchantreſſe hold thy tongue. I prethee giue me leaue to curſe awhile. Curſe Miſcreant, when thou comſt to the ſtake Be what thou wilt, thou art my priſoner. Oh Faireſt Beautie, do not feare, nor flye: For I will touch thee but with reuerend hands, I kiſſe theſe fingers for eternall peace, And lay them gently on thy tender ſide. Who art thou, ſay? that I may honor thee. Margaret my name, and daughter to a King, The King of Naples, who ſo ere thou art. An Earle I am, and Suffolke am I call'd. Be not offended Natures myracle, Thou art alotted to be tane by me: So doth the Swan her downie Signets ſaue, Keeping them priſoner vnderneath his wings: Yet if this ſeruile vſage once offend, Go, and be free againe, as Suffolkes friend. Oh ſlay: I haue no power to let her paſſe, My hand would free her, but my heart ſayes no. As playes the Sunne vpon the glaſſie ſtreames, Twinkling another counterfetted beame, So ſeemes this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes. Faine would I woe her, yet I dare not ſpeake: Ile call for Pen and Inke, and write my minde: Fye De la Pole, diſable not thy ſelfe: Haſt not a Tongue? Is ſhe not heere? Wilt thou be daunted at a Womans ſight? I: Beauties Princely Maieſty is ſuch, 'Confounds the tongue, and makes the ſenſes rough. Say Earle of Suffolke, if thy name be ſo, What ranſome muſt I pay before I paſſe? For I perceiue I am thy priſoner. How canſt thou tell ſhe will deny thy ſuite, Before thou make a triall of her loue? Why ſpeak'ſt thou not? What ranſom muſt I pay? She's beautifull; and therefore to be Wooed: She is a Woman; therefore to be Wonne. Wilt thou accept of ranſome, yea or no? Fond man, remember that thou haſt a wife, Then how can Margaret be thy Paramour? I were beſt to leaue him, for he will not heare. There all is marr'd: there lies a cooling card. He talkes at randon: ſure the man is mad. And yet a diſpenſation may bee had. And yet I would that you would anſwer me: