The Grateful Servant (The Faithful Servant) · chunk 28 of 38
Shirley, James · published 1630 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Nov 3] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Enough, enough, my Lord be pleased to hear, What I have now to say, you have expressed A brave and virtuous soul, but I must not Carry this message to her, therefore take Your own words back again— I love Cleona With chaste, and noble sire, my intents are Fair as her brow, I dare proclaim it Sir, In my devotions, at that minute, when I know a Million of adoring Spirits, Hover about the Altar. Do ye mock me? Pardon a truth my Lord, I have appareled My own sense with your language. Do you come To affront us, you had better ha' been sleeping In your cold urn, and fame late gave you out, And mingled with the tude forgotten ashes, Then live to move our anger. Spare your frowns. This earth weighs not my Spirit down, a fear Would die the paleness of my father's dust, Into a blush, Sir many are alive, Will swear, I did not tremble at a Canon, When it strooke thunder in mine ear, and wrapped My head in her blue mists, it is not breath Can fright a noble truth, nor is there magic I'th' person of a King that plays the Tyrant, But a good Sword can easily vncharme i, You threaten us. Heaven avert so black a thought, Though in my honour's cause I can be flame, My blood is frost to treason make me not Belly my heart, for I do love Cleona? And my bold heart tells me, above all height, You can affect her with, no birth or state Can challenge a prerogative in love; Nay be nor partial, and you shall ascribe To mine love's victory, for though I admit, You value her above your dukedom, health, That you would sacrifice your blood, to avert Any mishap should threaten that dear head, All this is but above yourself, but I Love her above herself, and while you can But give your life, and all you have, to do Cleona service, I can give away Herself, Cleona's self, in my love to her, I see you are at loss, I'll reconcile All, she is yours, this minute ends my claim, Live, and enjoy her happily, may you Be famous in that beauteous Empire, she Blessed in so great a Lord. I must not be O'ercome in honour, nor would do so great A wrong, to enjoy the blessing, I knew not You were engaged. Ere you proceed, I must Beseech you hear me out, I am but fresh, Returned from travail, in my absence, she Herd I was slaine, at my return, upon The hearing of these honours you intent her, And which I now believe from your own lip, I found a means, and have wrought her already, Into a firm belief that I am dead, (For I have but pretended I came from her) If for my sake you leave her now, I can Make good her faith and die, it sha'not be said, I lived▪ and 〈◊〉 Cleona's fortune.
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Enough, enough, my Lord be pleas'd to heare, What I haue now to say, you haue exprest A braue and vertuous Soule, but I must not Carry this message to her, therefore take Your owne words backe agen—I loue Cleona With chast, and noble sire, my intents are Faire as her brow, I dare proclaime it Sir, In my deuotions, at that minute, when I know a Million of adoring Spirits, Houer about the Altar. Doe ye mocke me? Pardon a truth my Lord, I haue apparreld My owne sence with your language. Doe you come To affront vs, you had better ha beene sleeping In your cold vrne, and fame late gaue you out, And mingltd with the tude forgotten ashes, Then liue to moue our anger. Spare your frownes. This earth weighs not my Spirit downe, a feare Would dy the palenesse of my Fathers dust, Into a blush, Sir many are aliue, Will sweare, I did not tremble at a Canon, When it strooke thunder in mine eare, and wrapt My head in her blew mists, it is not breath Can fright a noble truth, nor is there Magicke I'th person of a King that playes the Tyrant, But a good Sword can easily vncharme i, You threaten vs. Heauen auert so blacke a thought, Though in my honours cause I can be flame, My bloud is frost to treason make me not Bely my heart, for I doe loue Cleona? And my bold heart tels me, aboue all height, You can affect her with, no birth or state Can challenge a Prerogatiue in loue; Nay be nor partiall, and you shall ascribe To mine loues victory, for though I admit, You value her aboue your Dukedome, health, That you would sacrifice your bloud, to auert Any mishap should threaten that deare head, All this is but aboue your selfe, but I Loue her aboue her selfe, and while you can But giue your life, and all you haue, to doe Cleona seruice, I can giue away Her selfe, Cleona's selfe, in my loue to her, I see you are at losse, Ile reconcile All, she is yours, this minute ends my claime, Liue, and enioy her happily, may you Be famous in that beautious Empire, shee Blest in so great a Lord. I must not be Orecome in honour, nor would doe so great A wrong, to enioy the blessing, I knew not You were engag'd. Ere you proceed, I must Beseech you heare me out, I am but fresh, Return'd from trauaile, in my absence, she Heard I was slae, at my returne, vpon The hearing of these honours you intend her, And which I now beleeue from your owne lip, I found a meanes, and haue wrought her already, Into a firme beleife that I am dead, (For I haue but pretended I came from her) If for my sake you leaue her now, I can Make good her faith and dye, 't sha'not be said, I liu'd▪ and Ceona's fortne.