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 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Slave that I was to trust that villain Iacomo, That told me she loved Lysander. Dear Lady You have in this comfortable answer revived a dying man, this mercy at the block, Shows you to be divine, and so an object Fit for my affection, which hath been still Above my reason: but would you in the mean time Command me something, where my faithful service Might appear, more than in words, I then should be Most happy. This offer I expected; My Lord, you know the injuries my Father Hath received: if you will see him righted, His Lands and Honours back to him restored, Which is but justice for a bribe, for even just causes Now have need of bribery: I'll give you thanks, And trust me that is more than great men Should expect for doing justice. Rather if it please you, Let it be something, wherein I shall have no other tie Upon me but only your command, my honour Ties me to see this performed. This once performed, Since you so much desire it, I will study Some Command, that may add honour to you In the fair performance. Come my Lord, we will draw near, I see their parley's at an end. Come sit fair Lady. My Lord, what says my Daughter? Will she yet yield to his own happiness. I hope she will at last make me a fitter mark For Envy, in that I am beloved of her, Then for my present greatness. My Lord, there is no cause of Envy for either, The greatness of your honors being but the Just Reward of your unequalled merit: and for Clarinda, Though her worth be great as you can wish it; Yet you do well deserve her, both for your worthy Love, And for the many favours you have done her Father. My Lord, believe me, he hath spoke my thoughts. Now when the King sent for me, I had prevented Your Daughter in a command that she laid upon me Concerning your restoring to your Lands, But that the King was angry at something that I said. I thought it had been Impossible, He could have been offended with your Grace. 'Tis true, at other times he could not, But the Lords told me that his Sister Fair Cleonarda, had received a hurt, By rescuing of the hounds from the Stags fury, When he stood at bay, and that made him it may be So apt for to be angry. Why did they suffer her so to endanger herself? My Lord, she apprehends not danger, Which you'll confess yourself, when you have heard Me tell, what I have seen her do. This act to me my Lord, is a sufficient testimony That she doth not fear; for by the laws of hunting It is not to any man thought a disparagement, To give way to a Stag, his head being hard.
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Slaue that I was to truſt that villaine Iacomo, That told me ſhe lou'd Lyſander. Deare Lady You haue in this comfortable anſwere Reuiu'd a dying man, this mercy at the blocke, Shewes you to be diuine, and ſo an obiect Fit for my affection, which hath beene ſtill Aboue my reaſon: but would you in the mean time Command me ſomthing, where my faithfull ſeruice Might appeare, more then in words, I then ſhould be Moſt happie. This offer I expected; My Lord, you know the iniuries my Father Hath receiu'd: if you will ſee him righted, His Lands and Honors backe to him reſtor'd, Which is but Iuſtice for a bribe, for euen iuſt cauſes Now haue need of bribery: Ile giue you thankes, And truſt me that is more then great men Should expect for doing iuſtice. Rather if it pleaſe you, Let it be ſomthing, wherein I ſhall haue no other tie Vpon me but only your command, my honor Ties me to ſee this perform'd. This once perform'd, Since you ſo much deſire it, I will ſtudie Some Command, that may adde honor to you In the faire performance. Come my Lord, we will draw neare, I ſee their parley's at an end. Come ſit faire Lady. My Lord, what ſayes my Daughter? Will ſhee yet yeeld to his owne happineſſe. I hope ſhe wil at laſt make me a fitter marke For Enuy, in that I am belou'd of her, Then for my preſent greatneſſe. My Lord, there is no cauſe of Enuy for either, The greatneſſe of your hnors being but the Iuſt Reward of your vnequal'd merit: and for Clarinda, Tho her worth be great as you can wiſh it; Yet you doe well deſerue her, both for your worthy Loue, And for the many fauors you haue done her Father. My Lord, belieue me, he hath ſpoke my thoughts. Now when the King ſent for me, I had preuented Your Daughter in a command that ſhe layd vpon me Concerning your reſtoring to your Landes, But that the King was angry at ſomething that I ſaid. I thought it had beene Impoſſible, He could haue beene offended with your Grace. 'Tis true, at other times he could not, But the Lords told me that his Siſter Faire Cleonarda, had receiud a hurt, By reſcuing of the hounds from the Stags fury, When he ſtood at bay, and that made him it may be So apt for to be angry. Why did they ſuffer her ſo to endanger her ſelfe? My Lord, ſhe apprehends not danger, Which you'l confeſſe your ſelfe, when you haue heard Me tell, what I haue ſeene her doe. This act to me my Lord, is a ſufficient teſtimony That ſhe doth not feare; for by the lawes of hunting It is not to any man thought a diſparagement, To giue way to a Stagge, his head being hard.