The School of Compliment (Love Tricks) · chunk 11 of 44
Shirley, James · published 1631 · first performed or written 1625 [licensed for stage, Feb 11] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I did not think, Rufaldo, pardon me, You could have so prevailed, but if she can Plant her affection on ye, I'll not be Backward to call you son. He does appear With all the charms of love upon his eye, And not rough drawn, but polished, he assumes A power 'bove all resistance. An old man's Darling, is a petty Queen Above all her desires. Nay, she shall want nothing my wealth can purchase, O my sweet Selina. Rufaldo, with your patience, I would have A word or two in private, you need not Prejudicate me. With all my heart. Selina, thou knowest I am thy father. My duty, sir, shall speak it. And you know whom you have rejected. Young Infortunio. Aud you know what man he is, with whom You mean to tie that knot, nothing but Death is able to undo. Rufaldo, sir, an old man. Oh Selina, Felice thy poor sister thou recall'st To sad remembrance, but heaven alas Knows only where she is. Sir, I have often heard you talk of her, But never knew that sister well. Thou with thy uncle's tenderness wast kept Always i'th' Country, not until her loss At home with me, her fate taught me to give A liberty to thee, her I restrained Poor wench in love with Gasparo, till betwixt Obedience to a father, and the love To him, she left us both, father and friend, Now to avoid the like affliction, I vowed thy freedom, and thou seest I do Not encounter thy affection with the bonds A father might enforce upon his child. I humbly thank you. But yet Selina, Take heed, be not too rash, I have observed You want no common judgement, O do not Precipitate thyself into a sorrow, Shall waste thee with repentance, let me tell you, There is a method, when your passion's young To keep it in obedience: you love Rufaldo, Art thou not young? How will the Rose agree With a dead Hyacinth? or the Honey woodbine, Circling a withered briar? You can apply, can you submit your body To bed with Ice and Snow, your blood to mingle? Would you be deafed with coughing, teach your eye How to be rheumatic? Breathes he not out His body in diseases, and like dust Falling all into pieces, as if Nature Would make him his old grave: I say too much. O what are all the riches of the world, To an oppressed mind? which then must be Fed with despair of change, or will gold Buy off th' imprisonment? nay, will it not Compose the chains, that bind you to endure it? Well I have said enough, keep still your freedom, And lose it where you will, you shall not blame Me for your fate, nor grieve me with your shame.
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I did not thinke, Rufaldo, pardon me, You could haue so preuail'd, but if she can Plant her affection on yee, Ile not be Backward to call you sonne. Hee does appeare With all the charmes of loue vpon his eye, And not rough drawne, but polisht, he assumes A power 'boue all resistance. An old mans Darling, is a petty Queene Aboue all her desires. Nay, she shall wāt nothing my wealth can purchase, O my sweet Selina. Rufaldo, with your patience, I would haue A word or two in priuate, you neede not Preiudicate me. With all my heart. Selina, thou knowest I am thy father. My duty, sir, shall speake it. And you know whom you haue reiected. Young Infortunio. Aud you know what man he is, with whom You meane to tye that knot, nothing but Death is able to vndoe. Rufaldo, sir, an old man. Oh Selina, Felice thy poore sister thou recalst To sad remembrance, but heauen alas Knowes onely where she is. Sir, I haue often heard you talke of her, But neuer knew that sister well. Thou with thy vncles tendernesse wast kept Alwayes ith Countrey, not vntill her losse At home with me, her fate taught me to giue A liberty to thee, her I restrain'd Poore wench in loue with Gasparo, till betwixt Obedience to a father, and the loue To him, she left vs both, father and friend, Now to auoyd the like affliction, I vowed thy freedome, and thou seest I doe Not encounter thy affection with the bonds A father might enforce vpon his child. I humbly thanke you. But yet Selina, Take heed, be not too rash, I haue obseru'd You want no common iudgement, O doe not Precipitate thy selfe into a sorrow, Shall waste thee with repentance, let me tell you, There is a methode, when your passion's young To keepe it in obedience: you loue Rufaldo, Art thou not young? How will the Rose agree With a dead Hyacinth? or the Honey Wood-bind, Circling a withered Bryer? You can apply, can you submit your body To bed with Ice and Snow, your blood to mingle? Would you be deaf'd with coughing, teach your eye How to be rumaticke? Breathes he not out His body in diseases, and like dust Falling all into pieces, as if Nature Would make him his old graue: I say too much. O what are all the riches of the world, To an oppressed mind? which then must be Fed with despaire of change, or will gold Buy off th' imprisonment? nay, will it not Compose the chaines, that bind you to endure it? Well I haue said enough, keepe still your freedome, And loose it where you will, you shall not blame Me for your fate, nor grieue me with your shame.