Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jan 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
So I be pleased, my gentle mistress Prudence? You cannot think me of that course condition, T'envy you any thing. That's nobly said! And like my guest! I gratulate your honour; And should, with cheer, lay hold on any handle, That could advance it. But for me to think, I can be any rag, or particle O'your Lady's care, more than to fill her list, She being the Lady, that professeth still To love no soul, or body, but for ends; Which are her sports: And is not nice to speak this, But doth proclaim it, in all companies: Her Ladyship must pardon my weak counsels, And weaker will, if it decline t'obey her. O master Lovel you must not give credit To all that Ladies publicly profess, Or talk, o'th' vollee, unto their servants. Their tongues and thoughts, oft times lie far asunder. Yet, when they please, they have their cabinet-counsels And reserved thoughts, and can retire themselves As well as others. ay, the subtlest of us! All that is borne within a lady's lips— Is not the issue of their hearts, mine host. Or kiss, or drink afore me. Stay, excuse me; Mine errand is not done. Yet, if her Ladyships Slighting, or disesteem, Sir, of your service, Hath formerly begot any distaste, Which I not know of: here, I vow unto you, Upon a Chambermaid's simplicity, Reserving, still, the honour of my Lady, I will be bold to hold the glass up to her, To show her Ladyship where she hath erred, And how to tender satisfaction: So you vouchsafe to prove, but the day's venture. What say you, Sir? where are you? are you within? Yes: I will wait upon her, and the company. It is enough, Queen Prudence; I will bring him: And, of'is kiss. I longed to kiss a Queen! There is no life on earth, but being in love! There are no studies, no delights, no business, No intercourse, or trade of sense, or soul, But what is love! I was the laziest creature, The most unprofitable sign of nothing, The veriest drone, and slept away my life Beyond the Dormouse, till I was in love! And, now, I can out-wake the Nightingale, Outwatch an usurer, and outwalk him too, Stalk like a ghost, that haunted 'bout a treasure, And all that fancied treasure, it is love! But is your name Love-ill, Sir, or Lovewell? I would know that. I do not know't myself, Whether it is. But it is Love hath been The hereditary passion of our house, My gentle host, and, as I guess, my friend; The truth is, I have loved this Lady long, And impotently, with desire enough, But no success: for I have still forborn To express it, in my person, to her. How then? I ha' sent her toys, verses, and anagrams, Trials o' wit, mere trifles she has commended, But knew not whence they came, nor could she guess.
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So I be pleas'd, my gentle mistresse Prudence? You cannot thinke me of that course condition, T'enuy you any thing. That's nobly say'd! And like my ghest! I gratulate your honor; And should, with cheare, lay hold on any handle, That could aduance it. But for me to thinke, I can be any rag, or particle O'your Ladyes care, more then to fill her list, She being the Lady, that professeth still To loue no soule, or body, but for endes; Which are her sports: And is not nice to speake this, But doth proclame it, in all companies: Her Ladiship must pardon my weake counsels, And weaker will, if it decline t'obay her. O master Louel you must not giue credit To all that Ladies publiquely professe, Or talke, o'th vollee, vnto their seruants. Their tongues and thoughts, oft times lie far asunder. Yet, when they please, they haue their cabinet-counsels And reserud thoughts, and can retire themselues As well as others. , the subtlest of vs! Al that is borne within a Ladies lips— Is not the issue of their hearts, mine host. Or kisse, or drinke afore me. Stay, excuse me; Mine errand is not done. Yet, if her Ladyships Slighting, or disesteeme, Sir, of your seruice, Hath formerly begot any distaste, Which I not know of: here, I vow vnto you, Vpon a Chambermaids simplicity, Reseruing, still, the honour of my Lady, I will be bold to hold the glasse vp to her, To shew her Ladyship where she hath err'd, And how to tender satisfaction: So you vouchsafe to proue, but the dayes venter. What say you, Sir? where are you? are you within? Yes: I will waite vpon her, and the company. It is enough, Queene Prudence; I will bring him: And, o'this kisse. I long'd to kisse a Queene! There is no life on earth, but being in loue! There are no studies, no delights, no businesse, No entercourse, or trade of sense, or soule, But what is loue! I was the laziest creature, The most vnprositable signe of nothing, The veriest drone, and slept away my life Beyond the Dormouse, till I was in loue! And, now, I can out-wake the Nightingale, Out-watch an vsurer, and out-walke him too, Stalke like a ghost, that haunted bout a treasure, And all that phant'si'd treasure, it is loue! But is your name Loue-ill, Sir, or Loue-well? I would know that. I doe not know't my selfe, Whether it is. But it is Loue hath beene The hereditary passion of our house, My gentle host, and, as I guesse, my friend; The truth is, I haue lou'd this Lady long, And impotently, with desire enough, But no successe: for I haue still forborne To expresse it, in my person, to her. How then? I ha' sent her toyes, verses, and Anagram's, Trials o' wit, mere trifles she has commended, But knew not whence they came, nor could she guesse.