The Grateful Servant (The Faithful Servant) · chunk 31 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 T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
I like this well, I 〈◊〉 use much courtship, where's this music? Doth it 〈◊〉 your ear? '●is ravishing whence doth it breath? If you command, we'll change A thousand airs▪ till you find one is sweet, And high enough, to rock your wanton soul into 〈◊〉 slumbers. Spare them all, I hear '●…m in thy accents. Calliopes famed son, upon whose lute Myriads of lovers Ghosts do wait, and hang Upon the golden strings to have their own griefs softened with his noble touch, shall come again from hell, with fresh, and happier strains, Tomove your fancy. That were very strange, She is poetical, more then half a Fury, But we prate all this while, and lose the time W should imploy more pretiously, I need No more prouocatiue, my veins are rich And swell with expectation, shall we to This vaulting business? I shall hope my Lord You will be silent in mine honour, when You have enjoyed me, and not boast my name, To your disgrace, not mine. Your name, why Lady? By my desires I know it not, I hope You have received a better Character, Then to suspect my blabbing, I'll not trust My Ghostly Father with my sins, much less Your name. O let me fly into your arms, These words command my freedom, I shall love you Above myself, and to confirm how much, I dare repose upon your faith, I'll not Be nice to tell you who I am. Pray do. I am a Princess. How? Believe me Sir. I'm glad a that, but of what Country Lady? And my dominions are more spreading than Your Brothers. H? thats excellent, if the villaine do prosper with my wife, I'll marry her. I was not borne to perch upon a dukedom▪ Or some such spot of earth, which the dull eyes Examine by a multiplying glass, And wonder at, the Roman Eagles never Did spread their wings upon so many shores, The silver moon of Ottoman looks pale Upon my greater Empire, Kings of Spain, That now may boast their ground, doth stretch as wide As day▪ are but poor Landlords of a Cell, Compared to mine inheritance, the truth is▪ I am the devil. How a devil? Yes. Be not affrighted Sir, you see I bring No horror to distract you, if this presence, Delight you not I'll weary a thousand shapes To please my Lord. Shapes quotha, Do not tremble, A devil? I see her cloven foot, I ha'not, The heart to pray, Grimundo has undone me, I did command my spirits, to put on Satyrs, and Nymphes to entertain you first Whiles others in the air, maintained a choir For your delight, why do you keep such distance, with one that loves you? recollect yourself, You came for pleasure, what doth fright my love, See I am covetous to return delight, And satisfy your lustful genius, Come let's withdraw, and on the bed prepared Beget a race of smooth and wanton devils—
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I like this well, I vse muc couship, where's this musicke? Doth it your eare? 'is rauishing Wence doth it breath? If you command, weele change A housand ayres▪ till you find one is sweet, And high enough, to rocke your wanton Soule Ino smbers. Spare them all, I hare 'm in thy accents. Callopes fam'd Sonne, vpon whose lute Myrds of lours Ghosts doe waite, and hang Vpon the golden strings to haue their owne Giefes softnd with his noble touch, shall come Agine from hell, with fresh, and happier straines, Tomoue your fancie. That were very trange, She is poeticall, moe then halfe a Fury, But wee prate all this while, and loose the tim W should imploy more pretiously, I need No more prouocatiu, my veynes are rich And swell with expectation, shall we to This vaulting businesse? I shall hope my Lord You will be silent in mine honour, when You haue inioy'd me, and not boast my name, To your disgrace, not mine. Your name, why Lady? By my dsires I know it not, I hope You haue receiu'd a better Character, Then to suspect my blabing, Ile not trust My Ghostly Father with my sinnes, much lesse Your name. O let me flye into your armes, These wordes command my freedome, I shall loue you Aboue my selfe, and to confirme how much, I dare repose vpon your faith, Ile not Be nice to tell you who I am. Pray doe. I am a Princesse. How? Beleeue me Sir. I'm glad a that, but of what Country Lady? And my dominions are more spreading then Your Brothers. H? thats excellent, if the villaine De prosper with my wife, Ile marry her. I was not borne to perch vpon a Dukedome▪ Or some such spot of earth, which the dull eyes Examine by a multiplying glasse, And wonder at, the Roman Eagles neuer Did spread their wings vpon so many shores, The Siluer Moone of Ottoman lookes pale Vpon my greater Empire, Kings of Spaine, That now may boast their ground, doth stretch as wide As day▪ are but poore Landlords of a Cell, Compar'd to mine inheritance, the truth is▪ I am the Diuell. How a Diuell? Yes. Be not arighted Sir, you see I bring No horror to distract you, if this presence, Delight you not Ile weary a thousand shapes To please my Lord. Shapes quotha, Doe not tremble, A Diuel? I see her clouen foote, I ha'not, The heart to pray, Grimundo has vndone me, I did command my spirits, to put on Satyres, and Nmphes to entertaine you first Whiles others in the ayre, maintain'd a quire For your delight, why doe you keepe such distance, Wth one that loues you? recollect your selfe, You came for pleasure, what doth fright my loue, See I am couetous to returne delight, And saisfie your lustfull genius, Come lets withdraw, and on the bed prepar'd Beget a race of smooth and wanton Diuels—