Davenant, William · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [1626-1629] (Annals) tragedy · Unacted unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
At my humble suit, contain your fury! We shall discover all. My noble Lord, It is a grief that will deprive my life Of many years, to think, I'm held by your Suspect, an Agent in that practice. I have revealed the evidence, that doth Persuade my Creed. What, Lady, do you know of this?— Speak with Courage, I am your safety. I saw the King reach to Valdaura's hand A poisonous viol; and with religious hints, Taught her to mix it in her husband's draught. Hah! Persist in my instructions! 'T was that night when he enjoyed her person— Enjoyed her! how? As you enjoyed the Queen. Heaven! will these miracles ne'er cease? I shall convert to stone! Now retire, Thesina, till I have begged Your free restorement to the Queen's mercy. My Lord, you'll not forget your kind promise Of matrimony. I've nought else, to trouble my remembrance. Away, Away! What did remain suspense, is here confirmed: My forehead feels as rugged now as his. Now Sir, you've heard such real circumstance, As needs must settle your belief, and free My heart, from your unkind dislike. Valdaura's damned! she howls so loud, that she Disturbs all hell! O perjured Whore! Now Paradine! Instruct thyself with thoughts. Is't evident he ever could affect Thy person with sincere dotage, yet thus Betray thy strength in thy Fort? Where thy Honour still stood sentinel? I have other motives to teach you doubt His loyalty in love. Which my fond heart Cannot conceal, though't would advantage much My own profit. He hath of late, hung thus— Upon my neck; until his amorous weight Became my burden: and then lay slabbering o'er My lips; like some rheumatic Babe. This sport My serious brain abhorred. 'Twas my wonder (Since you are called his Minion) he could ere Affect my look. I that am like coughing Winter, old, and froward; you the darling Of the lusty Spring. Speak, is that Bag, that should contain thy Gall, Shrunk up; hast thou nothing bitter in thee? Thou art far, far more opportunely stored With time and place for thy revenge, than we. Ith' middle age of day; when the bright Sun Most powerfully doth warm the world; in thy Secret closet he takes his usual sleep. Go, drill his heart! and make the Couch whereon He lies, his easy monument. And then enjoy a Queen, with all that doth Belong to her achievement, or her birth. As for my services, they merit no Reward. I know my own creation much Unfit for Court affairs. If you but wrap Me in a shirt of hair, than seat me in A dark and gloomy Cell, where I may tumble o'er Some deep voluminous Rabbin, you make Me safe, and happy. do't, Paradine! and Fame no Trumpet then Shall need to speak thy praise. Thy Country will Afford thee power to sanctify the chief O'th' days within our Calendar.
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At my humble ſute, containe your fury! We ſhall diſcouer all. My noble Lord, It is a griefe that will depriue my life Of many yeeres, to thinke, I'm held by your Suſpect, an Agent in that practice. I haue reueal'd the euidence, that doth Perſwade my Creede. What, Lady, doe you know of this?—Speak with Courage, I am your ſafety. I ſaw the King reach to Valdaura's hand A poyſonous violl; and with religious hints, Taught her to mixe it in her husbands draught. Hah! Perſiſt in my inſtructions! 'T was that night when he enioy'd her perſon— Inioy'd her! how? As you inioy'd the Queene. Heauen! will theſe miracles ne'r ceaſe? I ſhall conuert to ſtone! Now retire, Theſina, till I haue begg'd Your free reſtorement to the Queene's mercy. My Lord, you'll not forget your kind promiſe Of matrimony. I'ue nought elſe, to trouble my remembrance. Away, Away! What did remaine ſuſpence, is heere confirm'd: My forehead feeles as rugged now as his. Now Sir, y'haue heard ſuch reall circumſtance, As needs muſt ſettle your beliefe, and free My heart, from your vnkind diſlike. Valdaura's damn'd! ſhe howles ſo loude, that ſhe Diſturbes all hell! O periur'd Whore! Now Paradine! Inſtruct thy ſelfe with thoughts. Is't euident he euer could affect Thy perſon with ſincere dotage, yet thus Betray thy ſtrength in thy Fort? Where thy Honor ſtill ſtood ſentinell? I haue other motiues to teach you doubt His loyaltie in loue. Which my fond heart Cannot conceale, though't would aduantage much My owne profit. He hath of late, hung thus— Vpon my neck; vntill his amorous weight Became my burden: and then lay ſlabbering o're My lips; like ſome rhumatick Babe. This ſport My ſerious braine abhor'd. 'Twas my wonder (Since you are cal'd his Minion) he could ere Affect my looke. I that am like coffing Winter, old, and froward; you the darling Of the luſty Spring. Speak, is that Bag, that ſhould containe thy Gall, Shrunke vp; haſt thou nothing bitter in thee? Thou art farre, farre more opportunely ſtor'd With time and place for thy reuenge, then wee. Ith' middle age of day; when the bright Sunne Moſt powerfully doth warme the world; in thy Secret Clozet he takes his vſuall ſleepe. Goe, drill his heart! and make the Couch whereon He lyes, his eaſie monument. And then enioy a Queene, with all that doth Belong to her atchieuement, or her birth. As for my ſeruices, they merit no Reward. I know my owne creation much Vnfit for Court affaires. If you but wrap Me in a ſhirt of haire, then ſeate me in A darke and gloomy Cell, where I may tumble o're Some deepe voluminous Rabbin, you make Me ſafe, and happy. Doe't, Paradine! and Fame no Trumpet then Shall neede to ſpeake thy praiſe. Thy Country will Afford thee power to ſanctifie the chiefe O'th' dayes within our Kalender.