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 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
I hope your Grace hath not long stayed for me. No, Lysander, you are come before My expectation, though not before my wish: You cannot guess the cause that I sent for you. My Lord, I cannot, Unless fortune be so favourable to give me A fair and just occasion by being your Second, To hazard that life for you, which by your valour Was preserved; but why to hope so great a blessing I cannot see; since who within this Kingdom Dare injure you; yet you commanded That I should come armed. For being my Second, banish that thought, And yet I mean to fight today, and for an injury That is done to me; and you Lysander shall fight to, Not as a Second, but a Principal. With whom? With me Lysander. With you my Lord, upon what quarrel. I will maintain that I do love Clarinda Better than you, and better do deserve To be beloved by her. My Lord. I do confess it, And so this cannot be a cause of quarrel; She is your Mistress and deserves to be so, There being no other worthy of your Service: But for my part I have no interest in her More than a friend. Why should your grace think I love her then so well, to make my love To her, the quarrel? Lysander, I did not think thou'dst been so base to have denied thy Mistress; But I will further maintain, thou art thyself A Villain, a base dissembling lustful one. Had these words, (Which wound you deeper far than they do me, Since they are scandalous) come from another, My sword should first have answered, not my tongue; But since you are one to whom I owe my life, I'll keep another method: First, I'll let you see The wrong you do me, which if you shall not Straight acknowledge, our swords shall then decide Whether this title be my due or no, And lest you may condemn me for an enemy, As thinking me your debtor, I'll let you see That you my Lord, are as much bound to me, As I to you, though you did save my life. Lysander, do not think, You owe me any thing for saving of your life, The thanks if any was due to Fortune, Who brought me thither; for what I did A peasant might have done, you being yourself Almost a Conqueror before I came, Though sure enough for want of blood to perish, Had I not brought you home, which yet indeed, Was but my duty to help a wounded man: But how Lysander, I should stand engaged to you For greater obligations, (though this, I grant, Be small) I cannot see. Though you should amplify, as you diminish What you did form; yet 'twould never equal The pulling of my heart out of my breast, For to give you content. I cannot understand your Riddle; Yet fear it tends to base submission.
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I hope your Grace hath not long ſtaid for me. No, Lyſander, you are come before My expectation, though not before my wiſh: You cannot gueſſe the cauſe that I ſent for you. My Lord, I cannot, Vnleſſe fortune be ſo fauorable to giue me A faire and iuſt occaſion by being your Second, To hazzard that life for you, which by your valour Was preſerud; but why to hope ſo great a bleſſing I cannot ſee; ſince who within this Kingdome Dare injure you; yet you commanded That I ſhould come arm'd. For being my Second, baniſh that thought, And yet I meane to fight to day, and for an iniury That is done to me; and you Lyſander ſhall fight to, Not as a Second, but a Principall. With whom? With me Lyſander. With you my Lord, vpon what quarrell. I will maintaine that I doe loue Clarinda Better then you, and better doe deſerue To be beloued by her. My Lord. I doe confeſſe it, And ſo this cannot be a cauſe of quarrell; She is your Miſtris and deſerues to be ſo, There being no other worthy of your Seruice: But for my part I haue no intereſt in her More then a friend. Why ſhould your grace thinke I loue her then ſo well, to make my loue To her, the quarrell? Lyſander, I did not thinke Th'adſt beene ſo baſe to haue deny'd thy Miſtris; But I will further maintaine, thou art thy ſelfe A Villaine, a baſe diſſembling luſtfull one. Had theſe words, (Which wound you deeper farre then they doe me, Since they are ſcandalous) come from another, My ſword ſhould firſt haue anſwerd, not my tongue; But ſince you are one to whom I owe my life, Ile keepe another method: Firſt, Ile let you ſee The wrong you doe me, which if you ſhall not Straight acknowledge, our ſwords ſhall then decide Whether this title be my due or no, And leſt you may condemne me for an enemy, As thinking me your debtor, Ile let you ſee That you my Lord, are as much bound to me, As I to you, though you did ſaue my life. Lyſander, doe not thinke, You owe me any thing for ſauing of your life, The thankes if any was due to Fortune, Who brought me thither; for what I did A peaſant might haue done, you being your ſelfe Almoſt a Conqueror before I came, Though ſure enough for want of bloud to periſh, Had I not brought you home, which yet indeed, Was but my duty to helpe a wounded man: But how Lyſander, I ſhould ſtand ingag'd to you For greater obligations, (though this, I grant, Be ſmall) I cannot ſee. Tho you ſhould amplifie, as you diminiſh What you did forme; yet 'twould neuer equall The pulling of my heart out of my breſt, For to giue you content. I cannot vnderſtand your Riddle; Yet feare it tends to baſe ſubmiſſion.