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 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
I would have sent for you, To know what you would have given willingly, To one that would undertake to save Lysander's life. I cannot name you a particular, But all that I have, or can give. I mean not goods or money, But could you be content if it were A woman that could do this, To quit your interest in Lysander, And give him leave to marry her? If it should come to that, I know I sooner should be willing, Than I should draw him to give his consent. It is nearer it than you believe, I know a Lady that hath saved his life already. How, begged his pardon of the King! And upon those conditions hath he given consent? He hath not yet; but when he knows Your mind I think he will. Is she a handsome Lady, and well borne? Not very handsome; but her birth is great, In both she equal me, and in affection to Lysander, you. madam I do beseech you Leave this too harsh discourse: for it hardly Can be true, since there is no Lady In this Kingdom, that ever I saw That equal you in beauty, yet The imagination that it may be so, Doth from mine eyes draw tears, and chases From my heart the usual heat. Weep not Clarinda, I cannot hold thee Longer in suspense. I am the Lady that I mean, And therefore chase away thy fear. I never saw true cause of fear till now, The tale you told appears much likelier truth, Now, that you are the Lady, than it did before; For you have in you that full excellency, That would make Gods forswear themselves, If they had made an oath, should you propose yourself as the reward of that their perjury: Shall I believe then that Lysander's frailty, Can resist such an assault, if you be so resolved; Besides, what Lady hath the power to beg Lysander's life, at your incensed brothers hands; But only you that are his Sister: Go poor forsaken maid, and melt thyself Away in tears, and do not live to be an eyesore To this noble Lady, nor to upbraid Lysander With his falsehood. Stay sweet Clarinda, And for as many tears as I have made thee shed From those fair eyes, so oft I'll kiss the Crystal Fountains from whence they flowed; believe me, Dearest maid, though I do love Lysander, Yet I would not wrong thee for a world, Of which to give the more assurance, Thou shalt see, and speak with thy Lysander, For thou art only worthy of him; He is now at Gerards Lodge within the Forest, None knows of it but Gerard, and his own Sister Mariana, how I brought him thither wounded, I'll take another time to tell you: when you would See him you must go disguised: farewell Clarinda, Be confident I love you dearly. I will stay No longer lest it should breed suspicion.
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I would haue ſent for you, To know what you would haue giuen willingly, To one that would vndertake to ſaue Lyſanders life. I cannot name you a particular, But all that I haue, or can giue. I meane not goods or money, But could you bee content if it were A woman that could doe this, To quit your intereſt in Lyſander, And giue him leaue to marry her? If it ſhould come to that, I know I ſooner ſhould be willing, Then I ſhould draw him to giue his conſent. It is nearer it then you belieue, I know a Lady that hath ſau'd his life already. How, beg'd his pardon of the King! And vpon thoſe conditions hath he giuen conſent? He hath not yet; but when he knowes Your minde I thinke he will. Is ſhe a hanſome Lady, and well borne? Not very hanſome; but her birth is great, In both ſhe equals me, and in affection to Lyſander, you. Madame I doe beſeech you Leaue this too harſh diſcourſe: for it hardly Can be true, ſince there is no Lady In this Kingdome, that euer I ſaw That equals you in beauty, yet The imagination that it may be ſo, Doth from mine eyes draw teares, and chaſes From my heart the vſuall heate. Weepe not Clarinda, I cannot hold thee Longer in ſuſpence. I am the Lady that I meane, And therefore chaſe away thy feare. I neuer ſaw true cauſe of feare till now, The tale you told appeares much likelier truth, Now, that you are the Lady, then it did before; For you haue in you that full excellency, That would make Gods forſweare themſelues, If they had made an oath, ſhould you propoſe Your ſelfe as the reward of that their periury: Shall I belieue then that Lyſanders frailtie, Can reſiſt ſuch an aſſault, if you be ſo reſolu'd; Beſides, what Lady hath the power to beg Lyſanders life, at your incenſed brothers hands; But onely you that are his Siſter: Goe poore forſaken maide, and melt thyſelfe Away in teares, and doe not liue to be an eye-ſore To this noble Lady, nor to vpbraid Lyſander With his falſhood. Stay ſweet Clarinda, And for as many teares as I haue made thee ſhed From thoſe faire eyes, ſo oft Ile kiſſe the Cryſtall Fountaines from whence they flowed; belieue me, Deareſt maide, though I doe loue Lyſander, Yet I would not wrong thee for a world, Of which to giue the more aſſurance, Thou ſhalt ſee, and ſpeake with thy Lyſander, For thou art onely worthy of him; He is now at Gerards Lodge within the Forreſt, None knowes of it but Gerard, and his owne Siſter Mariana, how I brought him thither wounded, Ile take another time to tell you: when you would See him you muſt goe diſguis'd: farewell Clarinda, Be confident I loue you dearely. I will ſtay No longer leſt it ſhould breed ſuſpition.