Shirley, James · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Jan 10] (Annals) comedy · King's Revels Company (?); Prince Charles's Men (second) (?) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
he's welcome: Pray what's your business? You may understand, partly by what your Uncle hath delivered. You come a-wooing do ye not? Heigho! How's this? I'll leave you at opportunity. Troth, if you be a good man, be not tedious, I do not love set speeches nor long praises, I hope y'ave made no verses o'my hair, Acrostics o'my name, I hate them worse Than witchcraft, or the place I live in: if You be a suitor, put me out of my pain, Quickly I beseech you. I am one would be your servant. My servant? what can you do? I can love you. I cannot help it, 'tis none of my fault. Your beauty makes me, Which cannot be without as fair a soul. I dare believe my eyes, which till this present, Could never reach more than your face, and that At too unkind a distance, from your window; I have inquired your fortune, and lamenting With loving pity, such a noble creature Should be confined to narrow limits, come To bring you freedom, make you mistress of Your liberty, and myself, if you can think Me worthy of your love: I do not court Your fortune, but yourself, and if I urge With too much haste, what great ones might be proud To expect, after much suit, and that you cannot Find in your tongue consent, encourage me, But for the present with one smile. I cannot, Unless I counterfeit, I have not smiled These ten months; if a sigh will pleasure you, I can afford enough to break your heart, And yet I live. Walk into the other room, You'll find an alteration in the air, And think you come into a mist, which I Made all with my own sighs, but I would not Infect you so; you seem an honest Gentleman. Her sorrows help the growth of my affection; What will she be in peace, that is so lovely In her distress; I wish you would impose Something on me, to settle your sad thoughts, I would embrace a danger, to assure The quiet of your mind. 'Tis in the power Of one, that would be kind to help me, but— Make me that friend. You may love me too much, To undertake that task. Too much I cannot. Oh yes, for though I should esteem him dear, And call him my true friend, that in this storm Would lend a cord to save me, yet such is The misery of the employment, he must not Love me too well that does it. be more plain And let me never hope to be called yours, If I refuse any command, that may Or profit, or delight you. I release these hasty Protestations. I pray trust me. I will, although Every syllable you speak, makes me suspect, You will repent this freedom. If you will do A grateful Office to me, in your person, Give this paper to a Gentleman. Your name?
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Hee's welcome: Pray what's your businesse? You may understand, partly by what your Vncle hath delivered. You come a wooing doe ye not? Heigho! How's this? I'le leave you at opportunity. Troth, if you be a good man, bee not tedious, I doe not love set speeches nor long praises, I hope y'ave made no verses o'my haire, Acrosticks o'my name, I hate them worse Than witchcraft, or the place I live in: if You be a sutor, put me out of my paine, Quickly I beseech you. I am one would be your servant. My servant? what can you doe? I can love you. I cannot helpe it, 'tis none of my fault. Your beauty makes me, Which cannot bee without as faire a soule. I dare beleeve my eyes, which till this present, Could never reach more than your face, and that At too unkind a distance, from your window; I have enquired your fortune, and lamenting With loving pitty, such a noble creature Should be confind to narrow limits, come To bring you freedome, make you mistresse of Your liberty, and my selfe, if you can thinke Me worthy of your love: I doe not court Your fortune, but your selfe, and if I urge With too much haste, what great ones might be proud To expect, after much sute, and that you cannot Finde in your tongue consent, encourage me, But for the present with one smile. I cannot, Vnlesse I counterfeit, I have not smil'd These ten moneths; if a sigh will pleasure you, I can afford enough to breake your heart, And yet I live. Walke into the other roome, You'l find an alteration in the ayre, And thinke you come into a mist, which I Made all with my owne sighes, but I would not Infect you so; you seeme an honest Gentleman. Her sorrowes helpe the growth of my affection; What will she be in peace, that is so lovely In her distresse; I wish you would impose Something on me, to settle your sad thoughts, I would imbrace a danger, to assure The quiet of your minde. 'Tis in the power Of one, that would be kinde to helpe me, but— Make me that friend. You may love me too much, To undertake that taske. Too much I cannot. Oh yes, for though I should esteeme him deare, And call him my true friend, that in this storme Would lend a cord to save me, yet such is The misery of the imployment, he must not Love me too well that does it. Bee more plaine And let mee never hope to be cald yours, If I refuse any command, that may Or profit, or delight you. I release these hasty Protestations. I pray trust me. I will, athough Every syllable you speake, makes me suspect, You will repent this freedome. If you will doe A gratefull Office to me, in your person▪ Give this paper to a Gentleman. Your name?