Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, Mar 11] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Suppose her one, And that she had nor organs, voice, nor heat, Most willingly I would resign my Empire So it might be to after-times recorded That I was her Pygmalion, though, like him, I doted on my workmanship, without hope too Of having Cytherea so propitious To my vows, or sacrifice, in her compassion To give it life or motion. Pray you be not raped so, Nor borrow from imaginary fiction Impossible aids; she's flesh and blood, I assure you, And if you please to honor her in the trial, And be your own security, as you'll find I fable not, she comes in a noble way To be at your devotion. 'Tis the maid I offered to your highness, her changed shape Concealed her from you: At the first I knew her, And a second firebrand Cupid brings to kindle My flames almost put out: I am too cold, And play with opportunity. May I taste then The nectar of her lip? I do not give it The praise it merits: antiquity is too poor To help me with a simile to express her. Let me drink often from this living spring, To nourish new invention. Do not surfeit In overgreedily devouring that Which may without satiety feast you often. From the moderation in receiving them, The choicest viands do continue pleasing To the most curious palate; if you think her Worth your embraces, and the sovereign title Of the Grecian Empress, If? how much you sin, Only to doubt it; the possession of her Makes all that was before most precious to me, Common, and cheap: in this you have shown yourself A provident Protectress. I already Grow weary of the absolute command Of my so numerous subjects, and desire No sovereignty but here, and write down gladly, A period to my wishes. Yet before It be too late, consider her condition, Her father was a Pagan, she herself A new converted Christian. Let me know The man to whose religious means I owe So great a debt. You are advanced too high Sir, To acknowledge a beholdings, 'tis discharged, And I, beyond my hopes, rewarded, if My service please your Majesty. Take this pledge Of our assured love. Are there none here Have suits to prefer? on such a day as this My bounty's without limit. O my dearest, I will not hear thee speak; whatever in Thy thoughts is apprehended, I grant freely: Thou wouldst plead thy unworthiness, by thyself The magazine of felicity, in thy lowness Our Eastern Queens at their full height bow to thee, And are in their best trim thy foils and shadows. Excuse the violence of my love, which cannot Admit the least delay. Command the Patriarch With speed to do his holy office for us, That when we are made one. You must forbear Sir, She is not yet baptized. In the same hour In which she is confirmed in our faith, We mutually will give away each other, And both be gainers; we'll hear no reply That may divert us on.
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Suppose her one, And that shee had nor organs, voice, nor heat, Most willingly I would resigne my Empire So it might be to after-time recorded That I was her Pigmalion, though, like him, doted on my workmanship, without hope too Of hauing Cytherea so propitious To my vowes, or sacrifice, in her compassion To giue it life or motion. Pray you be not rap'd so, Nor borrow from imaginary fiction Impossible aydes; she's flesh and blood, I assure you, And if you please to hoor her in the triall, And be your owne security, as youle finde I fable not, she comes in a noble way To be at your deuotion. 'Tis the maid I offer'd to your highnesse, her chang'd shape Conceal'd her from you: At the first I knew her, And a second firebrand Cupid brings to kindle My flames almost put out: I am too cold, And play with opportunity. May I taste then The nectar of her lip? I do not giue it The praise it merits: antiquity is too poore To help me with a simile to expresse her. Let me drink often from this liuing spring, To nourish new inuention. Do not surfet In ouer-greedily deuouring that Which may without satiety feast you often. From the moderation in receiuing them, The choysest viands do continue pleasing To the most curious palate; if you thinke her Worth your embraces, and the soueraigne title Of the Graecian Empresse, If? how much you sinne, Only to doubt it; the possession of her Makes all that was before most pretious to me, Common, and cheap: in this you haue shown your selfe A prouident Protectresse. I already Grow weary of the absolute command Of my so numerous subiects, and desire No soueraignty but here, and write downe gladly, A period to my wishes. Yet before It be too late, consider her condition, Her father was a Pagan, she her selfe A new conuerted Christian. Let me know The man to whose religious meanes I ow So great a debt. You are aduanc'd too high Sir, To acknowledge a beholdingnes, 'tis discharg'd, And I, beyond my hopes, rewarded, if My seruice please your Maiesty. Take this pledge Of our assured loue. Are there none here Haue suits to prefer? on such a day as this My bounty's without limit. O my dearest, I will not heare thee speak; what euer in Thy thoughts is apprehended, I grant freely: Thou would'st plead thy vnworthinesse, by thy self The magazine of felicity, in thy lownesse Our Eastern Queens at their full height bow to thee, And are in their best trim thy foyles and shadowes. Excuse the violence of my loue, which cannot Admit the least delay. Command the Patriarch With speed to do his holy office for vs, That when we are made one. You must forbeare Sir, She is not yet baptiz'd. In the same houre In which she is confirmed in our faith, We mutually will giue away each other, And both be gainers; weele heare no reply That may diuert vs on.