Shirley, James · published 1629 · first performed or written 1626 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Ha, farewell. You shall stay now a little. I will not hear an accent, I shall lose My memory, be charmed into belief That she is honest with her voice, I dare not Trust my frailty with her. She speaks nothing, Is all a weeping Niobe, a statue, Or in this posture, doth she not present A water Nymph, placed in the midst of some Fair Garden, like a Fountain to dispense Her Crystal streams upon the flowers? which cannot But so refreshed, look up, and seem to smile Upon the eyes that feed 'em: Will she speak? Though by the effusion of my tears, you may Conclude, I bring nothing but sorrow with me, Yet hear me speak, I come not to disturb Your thoughts, or with one bold and daring language Say how unjust you make my sufferings: I know not what Hath raised this mighty storm to my destruction, But I obey your doom, and after this, Will never see you more. First I release And give you back your vows; with them, your heart, Which I had locked up in my own, and cherished Better, mine I'm sure does bleed to part with't, All that is left of yours, this Cabinet Delivers back to your possession, There's every jewel you bestowed upon me, The pledges once of love. Pray keep 'em. They are not mine, since I have lost the opinion Of what I was, indeed I have nothing else, I would not keep the kisses, once you gave me, If you would let me pay them back again. All women is a labyrinth, we can, Measure the height of any star, point out All the dimensions of the earth, examine The Seas large womb, and sounds its subtle depth, But art will ne'er be able to find out, A demonstration of a woman's heart, Thou hast enough undone me, make me not More miserable, to believe thou canst be virtuous: Farewell, enjoy you this, I shall find out Another room to weep in. Lady I would ask you a rude question: Are you a maid? Do I appear so Monstrous? no man will Believe my injury: has heaven forgot To protect innocence, that all this while It hath vouchsafed no miracle, to confirm A virgin's honour? I am answered: I do believe she's honest; Oh that I could But speak with Marwood's ghost now, and thou be'st In hell, I'd meet thee half way, to converse One quarter of an hour with thee, to know The truth of all things, thy Devil jailer May trust thee without a waiter, he has security For thy damnation in this sin alone, I me full of pity now, and spite of manhood Cannot forbear, come Lady, I am confident, I know not which way— that you're virtuous— Pray walk with me, i'll tell you the whole story; For yet you know not your accuser.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Ha, farwell. You shall stay now a little. I will not heare an accent, I shall loose My memory, be charmed into beliefe That she is honest with her voyce, I dare not Trust my frailty with her. She speakes nothing, Is all a weeping Nyobe, a sttue, Or in this posture, doth shee not present A water Nymph▪ placed in the midst of some Faire Garden, like a Fountaine to dispence Her Christal streames vpon the flowers? which cannot But so refresht, looke vp, and seeme to smile Vpon the eyes that feed em: Will she speake? Though by the effusion of my teares, you may Conclude, I bring nothing but sorrow with me, Yet heare me speake, I come not to disturbe Your thoughts, or with one bold and daring language Say how vniust you make my sufferings: I know not what Hath raised this mighty storme to my destruction, But I obey your doome, and after this, Will neuer see you more. First I release And giue you back your vowes; with them, your har ▪ Which I had lock'd vp in my owne, and cherisht Better, mine I'm sure does bleed to part with't, All that is left of yours, this Cabinet Deliuers backe to your possession, There's euery iewell you bestowed pon me, The pledges once of loue. Pray keepe em. They are not mine, since I haue lost the opinion Of what I was, indeed I haue nothing else, I would not keepe the kisses, once you gaue me, If you would let me pay them backe againe. All women is a laborinth, we can, Measure the height of any starre, point out All the dimensions of the earth, examine The Seas large wombe, and sounds its subtle depth, But arte will nere be able to finde out, A demonstration of a womans heart, Thou hast enough vndone me, make me not More miserable, to beleeue thou canst be vertuous: Farwell, enioy you this, I shall finde out Another roome to weepe in. Lady I would aske you a rude question: Are you a maide? Do I appeare so Monstrous? no man will Beleeue my iuiury: has heauen forgot To protect innocence, that all this while It hath vouchsafed no miracle, to confirme A Virgins honour? I am answered: I do beleeue shees honest; Oh that I could But speake with Marwoods ghost now, and thou beest In hell, I'de meete thee halfe way, to conuerse One quarter of an houre with thee, to know The truth of all things, thy Diuell Iaylour May trust thee without a waiter, he has security For thy damnation in this sinne alone, I me fll of pitty now, and spite of man-hood Cannot forbeare, come Lady, I am confident, I know not which way —that y'are vertuous— Pray walke with mee, ile tell you the whole story; For yet you know not your accuser.