Massinger, Philip · published 1624 · first performed or written 1623 [licensed for stage, Dec 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 461 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Come, we are stayed for, The General's afire for a remove, And longs to be in action. 'tis my wish too, We must part, nay to tears, my best Cleora, I shall melt too, and that were ominous. Millions of blessings on thee, all that's mine, I give up to thy charge, and sirrah, look You, with that care and reverence observe her Which you would pay to me, a kiss, farewell Girl. Peace wait upon you, fair one. 'twere impertinence To wish you to be careful of your Honour, That ever keep in pay a Guard about you Of faithful virtues: Farewell friend, I leave you To wipe our kisses off, I know that lovers Part with more circumstance and ceremony, Which I give way to. 'tis a noble favour, For which, I ever owe you, we are alone, But how I should begin, or in what language Speak the unwilling word, of parting from you, I am yet to learn. And still continue ignorant, For I must be most cruel to myself, If I should teach you. Yet it must be spoken, Or you will chide my slackness, you have fired me With the heat of noble action, to deserve you, And the least spark of honour, that took life From your sweet breath, still famed by it, and cherished, Must Mount up in a glorious flame, or I Am much unworthy. May it not burn here, And as a sea-mark, serve to guide true Lovers, (Tossed on the Ocean of luxurious wishes) Safe from the rocks of Lust into the harbour, Of pure affection? rising up an example, Which after-times shall witness, to our glory, First took from us beginning. 'tis a happiness, My duty to my Country, and mine Honour Cannot consent too, beside, add to these, It was your pleasure, fortified by persuasion, And strength of reason, for the general good, That I should go. Alas, I then was witty To plead against myself, and mine eye fixed, Upon the hill of Honour, ne'er descended To look into the veil of certain dangers, Through which, you were to cut your passage to it. I'll stay at home then. No, that must not be, For so to serve my own ends, and to gain A petty wreath myself; I rob you of A certain triumph, which must fall upon you, Or virtue's turned a handmaid to blind Fortune: How is my soul divided! to confirm you, In the opinion of the world, most worthy To be beloved, (with me you are at the height, And can advance no further) I must send you To Court the Goddess of stern War, who if She see you with my eyes, will ne'er return you, But grow enamoured of you.
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Come, we are stay'd for, The General's a fire for a remoue, And longs to be in action. Tis my wish too, We must part, nay to teares, my best Cleora, I shall melt too, and that were ominous. Millions of blessings on thee, all that's mine, I giue vp to thy charge, and sirra, looke You, with that care and reuerence obserue her Which you would pay to me, a kisse, farewell Girle. Peace wayte vpon you, faire one. Twere impertinence To wish you to be carefull of your Honour, That euer keepe in pay a Guard about you Of faithfull vertues: Farewell friend, I leaue you To wipe our kisses off, I know that Louers Part with more circumstance and ceremony, Which I giue way to. Tis a noble fauour, For which, I euer owe you, we are alone, But how I should begin, or in what language Speake the vnwilling word, of parting from you, I am yet to learne. And still continue ignorant, For I must be most cruell to my selfe, If I should teach you. Yet it must be spoken, Or you will chide my slacknesse, you haue fir'd me With the heate of noble action, to deserue you, And the least sparke of honour, that tooke life From your sweet breath, still fam'd by it, and cherish'd, Must Mount vp in a glorious flame, or I Am much vnworthy. May it not burne heere, And as a Sea-marke, serue to guide true Louers, (Toss'd on the Ocean of luxurious wishes) Safe from the rockes of Lust into the harbour, Of pure affection? rising vp an example, Which after-times shall witnesse, to our glory, First tooke from vs beginning. Tis a happinesse, My duty to my Countrey, and mine Honour Cannot consent too, besides, adde to these, It was your pleasure, fortifide by perswasion, And strength of reason, for the generall good, That I should goe. Alas, I then was wittie To pleade against my selfe, and mine eye fix'd, Vpon the hill of Honour, ne're descended To looke into the vayle of certaine dangers, Through which, you were to cut your passage to it. Ile stay at home then. No, that must not be, For so to serue my own ends, and to gaine A petty wreath my selfe; I rob you of A certaine triumph, which must fall vpon you, Or Vertue's turn'd a hand-maide to blinde Fortune: How is my soule deuided! to confirme you, In the opinion of the world, most worthy To be belou'd, (with me you are at the heigth, And can aduance no further) I must send you To Court the Goddesse of sterne Warre, who if Shee see you with my eies, will ne're returne you, But grow enamour'd of you.