Carlell, Lodowick · published 1629 · first performed or written 1629 [c.1622-1629] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Sir, she may torture me, and justly too, For my presumption: since I have dared To tell so much perfections that I love, Not being first made worthy by my suffering For her. My Lord, if you'll be pleased to grace my house This day she either shall requite your sufferings, O I will deny her for a child of mine. My Lord, most willing, I would see fair Clarinda, But not upon such conditions; nothing But gentle entreaties must be used: for though the King Were pleased to say that my humility Would make her proud; I would not have a subject Say, not you that are her Father, that she can Do an act or think a thought that tends not To perfection. Come my Lords, we will go hunt a Stag today, And leave my cousin to his amorous thoughts. I thank your Majesty for this day's licence: My Lord Utrante, shall I then see Clarinda, And will you lend your best assistance To make me Master of a happiness, the world may envy. My Lord, you make an Idol of a peevish Girl, Who hath indeed no worth but what you please To give her in your opinion. I must not hear you thus blaspheme. You might as well say Pallas wanted wisdom, Diana chastity, or Venus' beauty, As say she wanted worth, for every several excellence That shined in them, and made them By men's admirations Goddesses, Flow mixed in her; indeed she hath Too much of Diane's Ice about her heart, And none of Venus' heat: but come my Lord, I lose myself in her vast praises, and so Defer the joy of seeing what I so commend. Good morrow honest Iacomo, is my young Lady ready? She is my Lord. And where's her Father? He was this morning early sent for by the King. Tell your Lady I would speak with her. My Lord I will. The Count Utrante is happy in this honest servant: Let me before I do persuade Clarinda, consider well; Surely that hour in which I see her led to the Temple, And there made fast with Hymeneal rights unto another, Will be my utmost limit, and death is terrible; Not where there is so glorious a reward proposed, As is her happiness: she shall be happy, And in her happiness consisteth mine, Have I not often sworn I loved her better Than myself? and this is only left to make it good. Good morrow noble Brother, for by that title I am proud to call you, being denied a nearer. It is a title that I am blessed in, Nor can there be a nearer betwixt us two, Our souls may embrace, but not our bodies. Let us go walk into the Garden, and there we may freely speak, and think upon some remedy Against this disaster.
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Sir, ſhe may torture me, and iuſtly too, For my preſumption: ſince I haue dared To tell ſo much perfections that I loue, Not being firſt made worthy by my ſuffering For her. My Lord, if you'l be pleas'd to grace my houſe This day ſhe either ſhall requite your ſufferings, O I will deny her for a child of mine. My Lord, moſt willing, I would ſee faire Clarinda, But not vpon ſuch conditions; nothing But gentle intreaties muſt be vs'd: for tho the King Were pleas'd to ſay that my humility Would make her proud; I would not haue a ſubiect Say, not you that are her Father, that ſhe can Doe an act or thinke a thought that tends not To perfection. Come my Lords, we will goe hunt a Stag to day, And leaue my Cozen to his amorous thoughts. I thanke your Maieſtie for this dayes licence: My Lord Vtrante, ſhall I then ſee Clarinda, And will you lend your beſt aſſiſtance To make me Maſter of a happineſſe, the world may enuy. My Lord, you make an Idol of a peeuiſh Girle, Who hath indeed no worth but what you pleaſe To giue her in your opinion. I muſt not heare you thus blaſpheme. You might as well ſay Pallas wanted wiſdome, Diana chaſtitie, or Ʋenus beautie, As ſay ſhe wanted worth, for euery ſeueral excellence That ſhin'd in them, and made them By mens admirations Goddeſſes, Flow mixt in her; indeed ſhee hath Too much of Dians Ice about her heart, And none of Ʋenus heate: but come my Lord, I loſe my ſelfe in her vaſt praiſes, and ſo Deferre the ioy of ſeeing what I ſo commend. Good morrow honeſt Iacomo, is my young Ladie readie? She is my Lord. And where's her Father? He was this morning early ſent for by the King. Tell your Ladie I would ſpeake with her. My Lord I will. The Count Ʋtrante is happie in this honeſt ſeruant: Let me before I doe perſwade Clarinda, conſider well; Surely that houre in which I ſee her led to the Temple, And there made faſt with Hymeneall rights vnto another, Will be my vtmoſt limit, and death is terrible; Not where there is ſo glorious a reward propos'd, As is her happineſſe: ſhee ſhall be happie, And in her happineſſe conſiſteth mine, Haue I not often ſworne I lou'd her better Then my ſelfe? and this is onely left to make it good. Good morrow noble Brother, for by that title I am proud to call you, being deny'd a neerer. It is a title that I am bleſt in, Nor can there be a neerer betwixt vs two, Our ſoules may embrace, but not our bodies. Let vs goe walke into the Garden, and there Wee may freely ſpeake, and thinke vpon ſome remedy Againſt this diſaſter.