Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals) history · King's Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 524 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
O my Lord, The Times and Titles now are altered strangely With me, since first you knew me. But I pray you, What is your pleasure with me? Noble Lady, First mine own service to your Grace, the next The King's request, that I would visit you, Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me Sends you his Princely Commendations, And hearty entreats you take good comfort. O my good Lord, that comfort comes too late, 'Tis like a Pardon after Execution; That gentle Physic given in time, had cured me: But now I am passed all Comforts here, but Prayers. How does his Highness? Madam, in good health. So may he ever do, and ever flourish, When I shall dwell with Worms, and my poor name Banished the Kingdom. Patience, is that Letter I caused you write, yet sent away? No Madam. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver This to my Lord the King. Most willing Madam. In which I have commended to his goodness The Model of our chaste loves: his young daughter, The dews of Heaven fall thick in Blessings on her, Beseeching him to give her virtuous breeding. She is young, and of a Noble modest Nature, I hope she will deserve well; and a little To love her for her Mother's sake, that loved him, Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor Petition, Is, that his Noble Grace would have some pity Upon my wretched women, that so long Have followed both my Fortunes, faithfully, Of which there is not one, I dare avow (And now I should not lie) but will deserve For Virtue, and true Beauty of the Soul, For honesty, and decent Carriage A right good Husband (let him be a Noble) And sure those men are happy that shall have 'em. The last is for my men, they are the poorest, (But poverty could never draw 'em from me) That they may have their wages, duly paid 'em, And something over to remember me by. If Heaven had pleased to have given me longer life And able means, we had not parted thus. These are the whole Contents, and good my Lord, By that you love the dearest in this world, As you wish Christian peace to souls departed, Stand these poor people's Friend, and urge the King To do me this last right. By Heaven I will, Or let me lose the fashion of a man. I thank you honest Lord. Remember me In all humility unto his Highness: Say his long trouble now is passing Out of this world. Tell him in death I blessed him (For so I will) mine eyes grow dim. Farewell My Lord. Griffith farewell. Nay Patience, You must not leave me yet. I must to bed, Call in more women. When I am dead, good Wench, Let me be used with Honour; strew me over With Maiden Flowers, that all the world may know I was a chaste Wife, to my Grave: Embalm me, Then lay me forth (although vnqueened) yet like A Queen, and Daughter to a King enterre me. I can no more.
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O my Lord, The Times and Titles now are alter'd ſtrangely With me, ſince firſt you knew me. But I pray you, What is your pleaſure with me? Noble Lady, Firſt mine owne ſeruice to your Grace, the next The Kings requeſt, that I would viſit you, Who greeues much for your weakneſſe, and by me Sends you his Princely Commendations, And heartily entreats you take good comfort. O my good Lord, that comfort comes too late, 'Tis like a Pardon after Execution; That gentle Phyſicke giuen in time, had cur'd me: But now I am paſt all Comforts heere, but Prayers. How does his Highneſſe? Madam, in good health. So may he euer do, and euer flouriſh, When I ſhall dwell with Wormes, and my poore name Baniſh'd the Kingdome. Patience, is that Letter I caus'd you write, yet ſent away? No Madam. Sir, I moſt humbly pray you to deliuer This to my Lord the King. Moſt willing Madam. In which I haue commended to his goodneſſe The Modell of our chaſte loues: his yong daughter, The dewes of Heauen fall thicke in Bleſſings on her, Beſeeching him to giue her vertuous breeding. She is yong, and of a Noble modeſt Nature, I hope ſhe will deſerue well; and a little To loue her for her Mothers ſake, that lou'd him, Heauen knowes how deerely. My next poore Petition, Is, that his Noble Grace would haue ſome pittie Vpon my wretched women, that ſo long Haue follow'd both my Fortunes, faithfully, Of which there is not one, I dare auow (And now I ſhould not lye) but will deſerue For Vertue, and true Beautie of the Soule, For honeſtie, and decent Carriage A right good Husband (let him be a Noble) And ſure thoſe men are happy that ſhall haue 'em. The laſt is for my men, they are the pooreſt, (But pouerty could neuer draw 'em from me) That they may haue their wages, duly paid 'em, And ſomething ouer to remember me by. If Heauen had pleas'd to haue giuen me longer life And able meanes, we had not parted thus. Theſe are the whole Contents, and good my Lord, By that you loue the deereſt in this world, As you wiſh Chriſtian peace to ſoules departed, Stand theſe poore peoples Friend, and vrge the King To do me this laſt right. By Heauen I will, Or let me looſe the faſhion of a man. I thanke you honeſt Lord. Remember me In all humilitie vnto his Highneſſe: Say his long trouble now is paſſing Out of this world. Tell him in death I bleſt him (For ſo I will) mine eyes grow dimme. Farewell My Lord. Griffith farewell. Nay Patience, Vou muſt not leaue me yet. I muſt to bed, Call in more women. When I am dead, good Wench, Let me be vs'd with Honor; ſtrew me ouer With Maiden Flowers, that all the world may know I was a chaſte Wife, to my Graue: Embalme me, Then lay me forth (although vnqueen'd) yet like A Queene, and Daughter to a King enterre me. I can no more.