Davenant, William · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [1626-1629] (Annals) tragedy · Unacted unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
But you young soldiers are so boisterous, You'll think anon, you're battering some Town-wall. Follow, Sir, I'll direct ye to the place, Where, when the dark hour arrives, you must Address your visit. The early Lark climbs higher than his voice; And whispers into Phoebus' ear, a glad Welcome; who smiles, and seems to prophecy A gaudy day. Valdaura? madam? speak, Sweet Lady! or, if for concealment of Our stolen rapture you silence still assume; Yet rise, and bless my eyesight with thy fair Presence. Come, and eclipse the envious day! Not talk i'th' business, nor yet behold The ground we till, as if we both were blind And dumb. I'll no more by stealth engender; Cripples are got thus. Kind Valdaura, speak! See, a new day breaks in her hand! These are The rosy fingers of the Morn! Hah! the Queen! Valdaura! Bride, where art thou? In vain thou call'st. The cannon's Iron throat, Although high mounted on you' Pinnacle, Scarce could reach her ear. She's in Pavia now, Two Leagues situate from hence. Thou art mysterious as an Oracle! I sent her thither, with pretence she should Survey the model of a Garden-work. But 'twas done, that Thesina might entice With apter leisure, thy person to my bed. At noon thy wife returns. I've mistaken than my warm embraces, And sinned with thee th' adulterous Queen! Thou hast enjoyed what Albovine with all His Royal sighs, his tears swollen bigger than His eyes, despaired to merit. O horror! gape, rugged Earth! Suck me in Like some old Pyramid, whose ponderous limbs Have been thy burden since the Flood, and now Their own foundation sink. Could you make No choice to quench your ravenous lust, but me? Where were the broad-chinned Switzers of your Guard? This (Paradine) denotes a melting brain: Which out of vulgar pity I forgive. 'Twas not the wanton taste of thy smooth limbs, That could provoke me use this stratagem. But love of my revenge. I've strongly now Engaged thy power, to kill the King. Hah! Which do: and ere the Sun arrive i'th' West; Or with dishevelled hair, my vestments torn (As if I'd wandered thorough some hawthorn hedge) I will approach the Tyrant, acquaint him With this deed, and call my own adultery Thy foul rape. Who 's within there, hoa! My hogshead's empty. I was not borne with so much brains, as would Bedew a clout, that my cold nostril stopped. These Court smocks contain the very Devil. Good heaven! how lean should I have made my heart With studious thoughts, ere I the skill had reached Of such a damned projection. Collect thy scattered thoughts. What thy respect To thy captived Country, could ne'er charm thee To revenge; be prompted to, by a kind Affection of thy own dear life: revenge Upon a Tyrant; One, that loves not me, Nor thee; unless in speech: he hath a smooth Tongue, but a rugged heart. My Hermegild Perceives this truth, and can deliver it With all the pride of knowledge.
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But you young ſouldiers are ſo boyſterous, You'll thinke anon, y'are battering ſome Towne-wall. Follow, Sir, Ile direct ye to the place, Where, when the darke howre arriues, you muſt Addreſſe your viſit. The early Lark climbes higher then his voice; And whiſpers into Phoebus eare, a glad Welcome; who ſmiles, and ſeemes to prophecy A gawdy day. Valdaura? Madame? ſpeake, Sweet Lady! or, if for concealement of Our ſtolne rapture you ſilence ſtill aſſume; Yet riſe, and bleſſe my eye-ſight with thy faire Preſence. Come, and eclipſe the enuious day! Not talke ith' buſineſſe, nor yet behold The ground we till, as if we both were blinde And dumbe. Ile no more by ſtealth ingender; Cripples are got thus. Kind Valdaura, ſpeake! See, a new day breakes in her hand! Theſe are The roſie fingers of the Morne! Hah! the Queene! Valdaura! Bride, where art thou? In vaine thou call'ſt. The Cannons Iron throat, Although high mounted on you' Pinacle, Scarce could reach her eare. She's in Pauia now, Two Leagues ſituate from hence. Thou art myſterious as an Oracle! I ſent her thither, with pretence ſhe ſhould Suruay the modell of a Garden-worke. But 'twas done, that Theſina might intice With apter leaſure, thy perſon to my bed. At noone thy wife returnes. I'ue miſtaken then my warme embraces, And ſinn'd with thee th' adulterous Queene! Thou haſt inioy'd what Albouine with all His Royall ſighs, his teares ſwolne bigger then His eyes, deſpair'd to merit. O horror! gape, rugged Earth! Suck me in Like ſome old Pyramid, whoſe ponderous limmes Haue been thy burden ſince the Flood, and now Their owne foundation ſinke. Could you make No choice to quench your rauenous luſt, but me? Where were the broad-chin'd Zwitzers of your Guard? This (Paradine) denotes a melting braine: Which out of vulgar pity I forgiue. 'Twas not the wanton taſte of thy ſmooth limmes, That could prouoke me vſe this ſtratagem. But loue of my reuenge. I'ue ſtrongly now Ingag'd thy power, to kill the King. Hah! Which do: and ere the Sun arriue ith'Weſt; Or with diſheuell'd haire, my veſtments torne (As if I'd wandred thorow ſome Hathorne hedge) I will approach the Tyrant, acquaint him With this deed, and call my owne adultery Thy fowle rape. Who 's within there, hoa! My Hogs-head's empty. I was not borne with ſo much braines, as would Bedew a clout, that my cold Noſthrill ſtopt. Theſe Court ſmocks containe the very Deuill. Good heauen! how leane ſhould I haue made my heart With ſtudious thoughts, ere I the skill had reach'd Of ſuch a damn'd proiection. Collect thy ſcatter'd thoughts. What thy reſpect To thy captiu'd Country, could ne're charme thee To reuenge; be prompted to, by a kinde Affection of thy owne deare life: reuenge Vpon a Tyrant; One, that loues not me, Nor thee; vnleſſe in ſpeech: he hath a ſmooth Tongue, but a rugged heart. My Hermegild Perceiues this truth, and can deliuer it With all the pride of knowledge.