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 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
My Lord, if you will with patience hear me, I will tell you whom. Speak quickly, give me that case. For I vow the earth shall not long bear us both. I will not tell you, unless you will promise To follow my advice, which if you will, I will show you a clear way to your desires. What, do you riddle me; is she contracted, And can I by your counsel attain my wishes? No, the House of Fate, though they should all Take Counsel, cannot back restore the happiness thoust robbed me of in saying she's contracted. My Lord, do not thus waste yourself In fruitless passion, but hear the remedy That I'll propound. First let me know which of the Gods it is, That in a mortal shape hath gained her love, That thou suspectest she is contracted, Or else some King, that in disguise hath left His Kingdom, to obtain her Love Who is worth many Kingdoms. Name not a meaner Rival, if thou dost Expect I should believe. My Lord, it is a man, to whom Your valorous hand gave life. Cursed be my hand then for that unkind office, Against my heart; name him. It is the young Lord Lysander. Take that ignorant fool, Lysander! How! struck: is this my hop't reward? By all that's good, I'll be revenged. I was too rash, She is a Woman, and may dissemble, Lysander to Is noble courteous valiant, handsome, But yet compared with me his fortunes nothing. Alas, that cannot bar love, out of a noble breast, Such as Clarinda's is: what ways my Birth Or greatness with the King, in her consideration? Lysander's equal fortunes, and her own, In that their Fathers suffer for one cause, His banished, hers a prisoner (till I released him) Hath I fear, begot a mutual love betwixt them. Friend, prithee pardon me, I was too rash, I'll heal thy hurt with gold. My Lord, I am a Gentleman, And were you not a Kinsman to the King, The blow you gave me might have cost you dear. I'll heal thy reputation, and thy head With store of crowns; here: but prithee tell me, What moved thee to discover this to me? Or how cam'st thou thyself to know of it? I think her Father doth not. I think he doth not, it is long since, Since I suspected it; and to assure myself, The other night I crept behind the Arbour, Where they use to meet sometimes, and soon by their Discourse, I found what I suspected, to be most true: My love unto your Grace made me so curious; For I protest there is no man alive, That's more ambitious to do your Lordship service; It grieved my soul to see a man that so deserved, So much neglected and abused. Some of this is true.
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My Lord, if you will with patience heare me, I will tell you whom. Speake quickly, giue me that caſe. For I vow the earth ſhall not long beare vs both. I will not tell you, vnleſſe you will promiſe To follow my aduice, which if you will, I will ſhew you a cleare way to your deſires. What, do you riddle me; is ſhe contracted, And can I by your counſell attaine my wiſhes? No, the Houſe of Fate, though they ſhould all Take Counſell, cannot backe reſtore the happineſſe Th'aſt rob'd me of in ſaying ſhee's contracted. My Lord, do not thus waſt your ſelfe In fruitleſſe paſſion, but heare the remedy That Ile propound. Firſt let me know which of the Gods it is, That in a mortall ſhape hath gain'd her loue, That thou ſuſpect'ſt ſhe is contracted, Or elſe ſome King, that in diſguiſe hath left His Kingdome, to obtaine her Loue Who is worth many Kingdomes. Name not a meaner Riuall, if thou doſt Expect I ſhould belieue. My Lord, it is a man, to whom Your valorous hand gaue life. Curſt be my hand then for that vnkinde office, Againſt my heart; name him. It is the young Lord Lyſander. Take that ignorant foole, Lyſander! How! ſtrucke: is this my hop't reward? By all that's good, Ile be reueng'd. I was too raſh, She is a Woman, and may diſſemble, Lyſander to Is noble courteous valiant, handſome, But yet compar'd with me his fortunes nothing. Alas, that cannot barr loue, out of a noble breaſt, Such as Clarinda's is: what wayes my Birth Or greatneſſe with the King, in her conſideration? Lyſanders equall fortunes, and her owne, In that their Fathers ſuffer for one cauſe, His baniſht, hers a priſoner (till I releaſt him) Hath I feare, begot a mutuall loue betwixt them. Friend, prethee pardon me, I was too raſh, Ile heale thy hurt with gold. My Lord, I am a Gentleman, And were you not a Kinſman to the King, The blow you gaue me might haue coſt you deare. Ile healechy reputation, and thy head With ſtore of crownes; here: but prethee tell me, What mou'd thee to diſcouer this to me? Or how camſt thou thy ſelfe to know of it? I thinke her Father doth not. I thinke he doth not, it is long ſince, Since I ſuſpected it; and to aſſure my ſelfe, The other night I crept behind the Arbour, Where they vſe to meet ſomtimes, and ſoon by their Diſcourſe, I found what I ſuſpected, to be moſt true: My loue vnto your Grace made me ſo curious; For I proteſt there is no man aliue, That's more ambitious to do your Lordſhip ſeruice; It grieu'd my ſoule to ſee a man that ſo deſeru'd, So much neglected and abus'd. Some of this is true.