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 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
I should account myself happy, were I So furnished: but my Lord, I must not look Upon myself in the flattering glass Of your praises; for I hate flattery though a woman; And as I am myself armed against flattery, So would I have you be; therefore I tell you That I can never be yours, to arm you against The flattery of hope; yet I must tell you That your deserts, if it were possible For me to love, might sooner do it then any other, But as I am a votaress to Diana, in whose Temple I do shortly mean to dwell, I am free From any fire that can be kindled By desert in Man. Though your intention in this cruel answer May be charitable, as intending To allay my heat, by manifesting your boldness, Yet it hath wrought deadly Effects; for it Forceth me tell you, that I must disobey you: For rather than I and the rest of the world Will lose so great a blessing, there shall not Be a Temple left standing, that is sacred To Diana within this Kingdom, when this is done, To make your cruelty admired. I'll build An Altar to self-love; it is that power you obey, And not Diana's, on which some friend shall lay My bleeding heart, which now in thought, And then in act, shall be a real Sacrifice: Smile not, nor think this jest; For by that Dian whom you seem to worship Being yourself a greater Deity, When you do cruelly perform what You have rashly said, this heart Which now seals what my tongue hath spoke, Shall make the covenant perfect. I see this is no way my Lord, This rash oath you have made, may cost you dear. In that consider the greatness of my love. The greatness of your folly rather, That think by threatning punishments to yourself, To make me pity you, when since I do not love you, I am not touched with any feeling of your griefs. If not for mine, yet for your goddess' sake, Give over your ill grounded resolution. My Lord the King is newly lighted at the garden gate, And in all haste calls for you. madam the King, to whom my person is a subject, Commands my presence, and I must obey him: But my heart which I have made you Sovereign of Shall stay to wait on you; my return must needs Be speedy, since I leave my heart at the mercy Of you my cruel enemy. My Lord I shall so martyr it before I come again, That you will repent you. You cannot give it deeper wounds Then you have done already, and in that Confidence I'll leave you. madam, will it please you walk into the gallery, There are some pictures will be worth your seeing. Will none go call the Duke? Welcome dear cousin; You lost a brave chase today, but you had other game A foot: what says your cruel Mistress will she love you?
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I ſhould account my ſelfe happie, were I So furniſhed: but my Lord, I muſt not looke Vpon my ſelfe in the flattering glaſſe Of your praiſes; for I hate flattery though a woman; And as I am my ſelfe arm'd againſt flatterie, So would I haue you be; therefore I tell you That I can neuer be yours, to arme you againſt The flatterie of hope; yet I muſt tell you That your deſerts, if it were poſſible For me to loue, might ſooner doe it then any other, But as I am a votreſſe to Diana, in whoſe Temple I doe ſhortly meane to dwell, I am free From any fire that can bee kindled By deſert in Man. Tho your intention in this cruell anſwere May bee charitable, as intending To allay my heat, by manifeſting your boldneſſe, Yet it hath wrought deadly Effects; for it Forceth me tell you, that I muſt diſobey you: For rather then I and the reſt of the world Will loſe ſo great a bleſſing, there ſhall not Be a Temple left ſtanding, that is ſacred To Diana within this Kingdome, when this is done, To make your crueltie admir'd. Ile build An Alter to ſelfe-lone; it is that power you obey, And not Diana's, on which ſome frend ſhall lay My bleeding heart, which now in thought, And then in act, ſhall be a reall Sacrifice: Smile not, nor thinke this ieſt; For by that Dian whom you ſeeme to worſhip Being your ſelfe a greater Deitie, When you doe cruelly performe what You haue raſhly ſaid, this heart Which now ſeales what my tongue hath ſpoke, Shall make the couenant perfect. I ſee this is no way my Lord, This raſh oath you haue made, may coſt you deare. In that conſider the greatneſſe of my loue. The greatneſſe of your folly rather, That thinke by threatning puniſhments to your ſelfe, To make me pitty you, when ſince I doe not loue you, I am not toucht with any feeling of your greefes. If not for mine, yet for your Goddeſſe ſake, Giue ouer your ill grounded reſolution. My Lord the King is newly lighted at the garden gate, And in all haſt cals for you. Madame the King, to whom my perſon is a ſubiect, Commands my preſence, and I muſt obey him: But my heart which I haue made you Soueraigne of Shall ſtay to wait on you; my returne muſt needs Be ſpeedy, ſince I leaue my heart at the mercy Of you my cruell enemy. My Lord I ſhall ſo martyr it before I come agen, That you will repent you. You cannot giue it deeper wounds Then you haue done already, and in that Confidence Ile leaue you. Madame, will it pleaſe you walke into the gallery, There are ſome pictures will be worth your ſeeing. Will none go call the Duke? Welcome deare Cozen; You loſt a braue chaſe to day, but you had other game A foote: what ſayes your cruell Miſtris will ſhe loue you?