Davenant, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Oct 2] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Come swear, swear now (on this victorious sword) Thou wilt obey th'injunctions of my wrath, And yet in personal act, not move, but when My will appoints a mixture of thy strength. My choice Religion, & the honours of my blood, I here do pawn to ratify the vow— Now work my injured spirits, till you make Dull sorrow rise in nimble flame. Anger, Is blood, powered, and perplexed into a froth, But Malice is, the wisdom of our wrath. Your Lordship's letters were of a prompt style! This orient Rope is yours, and you must wear't; I sicken else, and grow a villager In Elysium! Your bounty chokes my thanks. Take it. Afflict me Fame, if ere I knew His parallel; he woes at Nero's rate. Madam, there's a new Dandolo, a new Count, lighted at the Gate, and craves entrance. That's rare i'faith; have I a shadow walks Without leave o'the Sun? A conspiracy. Did not Mervolle say, 'twould be a month, Ere he arrived? Be bold and meet your chance. Stand firm, and stiffly on your sinews then, Avouch me still, for the true Dandolo. Charintha, 'tis some stratagem; but if He jewels bring, and in a hand as large, And open as yond easy snipes, thou hast Ill luck if thou constrain him not to loss. I'll smile no longer than these rich sparkles Shine in my Eyes. The Lady that is named Charintha here, must be revealed; for I'd Exalt her Lips, and make'em known to mine. 'Slight, this is the great Cham. Hark ye, Signior— My Lord, I pray afford him leave to speak. What, is that saucy Groom? Does he sell Eggs? I'll show ye my Trade; A poor swordman, I— Sir you destroy the quiet of my House: He shall have safety here, and leave to speak. I'm called Charintha Sir; proceed to speech. I'll first do special grace unto your Lip— My Pen hath wooed you oft; but now by stealth Thus single I'm arrived, a Moon before The time I did prefix. ay sir, the cause. 'twas Winter when I specified the date Of my approach, and then my blood was cold; But now the spring is come, Things would couple. These (Lady) are very secular Pearl— ay sir, and in such Toys, she much delights: Although her modesty be loath, to make Her fancies known. Would you had brought some few To mach'em. Do you affect'em Lady? I rejoice in all the works of Nature! I am instructed then. As how, dear Sir? That I did ill, to leave my Pearls behind. Sister this Hulk, is neither rigged, nor fraught, I'll have no more of him, he is too costive. Sir a word. methinks you look, like raw Pork. Has not this house the privilege of peace? ladies, this Impostor steals my Titles, And my name, I ask leave, to punish him. we'll not protect his crimes, use your justice.
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Come ſweare, ſweare now (on this victorious ſword) Thou wilt obey th'iniunctions of my wrath, And yet in perſonall act, not mooue, but when My will appoints a mixture of thy ſtrength. My choice Religion, & the honors of my blood, I heere doe pawne to ratifie the vow — Now worke my iniurd ſpirits, till you make Dull ſorrow riſe in nimble flame. Anger, Is blood, pow'rd, and perplex'd into a froth, But Mallice is, the wiſedome of our wrath. Your Lordſhips letters were of a prompt ſtile! This orient Roape is yours, and you muſt wear't; I ſickne els, and grow a villager In Elizium! Your bounty choakes my thankes. Take it. Afflict me Fame, if ere I knew His parallell; he woes at Neroe's rate. Madam, ther's a new Dandlo, a new Count, lighted at the Gate, and craues entrance. That's rare i'faith; haue I a ſhadow walkes Without leaue o'the Sunne? A conſpiracie. Did not Meruolle ſay, t'would be a month, Ere he ariu'd? Be bold and meet your chance Stand firme, and ſtiffely on your ſinewes then, Auouch me ſtill, for the true Dandolo. Charintha, 'tis ſome ſtratagem; but if He Iewells bring, and in a hand as large, And open as yon'eaſy ſnypes, thou haſt Ill lucke if thou conſtraine him not to loſſe. I'le ſmile no longer then theſe rich ſparkles Shine in my Eies. The Lady that is nam'd Charintha heere, muſt be reueald; for Il'd Exallt her Lippes, and make'em knowne to mine. Slight, this is the great Cham. Hearke ye, Signior— My Lord, I pray afford him leave to ſpeake. What, is that ſawcy Groome? Does he ſell Egges? I'le ſhew ye my Trade; A poore ſword-man, I— Sir you deſtroy the quiett of my Howſe: He ſhall haue ſafety heere, and leaue to ſpeake. I'm call'd Charintha Sir; proceed to ſpeech. I'le firſt doe ſpeciall grace vnto your Lip— My Penne hath woo'd you oft; but now by ſtealth Thus ſingle I'm arui'd, a Moone before The time I did prefix. I ſir, the cauſe. T'was Winter when I ſpecifi'd the date Of my aproach, and then my blood was cold; But now the ſpring is come, Things would couple. Theſe (Lady) are very ſerculare Pearle— I ſir, and in ſuch Toyes, ſhe much delights: Allthough her modeſty be loath, to make Her fancys knowne. Would you had brought ſome few To mach'em. Doe you affect'em Lady? I reioyce in all the workes of Nature! I am inſtructed then. As how, deare Sir? That I did ill, to leaue my Pearles behind. Siſter this Hulke, is neither rigg'd, nor fraught, I'le haue no more of him, he is too coſtiue. Sir a word. Me thinks you looke, like raw Porke. Has not this houſe the priuiledge of peace? Ladyes, this Impoſtor ſteales my Titles, And my name, I aske leaue, to puniſh him. Wee'le not protect his crimes, vſe your iuſtice.