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 T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
With your favour I must chide you Sir, not once speak to My daughter, she expects to be courted with kisses and embraces. ay, ay, I could kiss her all over, and embrace her too, but I have an imperfediment, I cannot speak as I would do; but let me alone a little, I'll try, let me see, and I ha' not forgot my verses. Here they are, I'll not trouble you. I will leave this Gentleman; He is my best friend Ladies. You oblige us more to respect him. I hope you will be just, At my return, when I declare myself. Sir, you sha'not need to urge it. I am your honourer. Now Thump, I am resolved to speak to her, whatsoever Come on't; hum, hum. What another suitor? I were best lock up my daughters, they'll be smothered with Gentlemen: Sir Gervace you are a welcome man. You shall see, if I do not speak to her, now Now, and to the purpose, in spite of the devil. Stroke me o'th' back. There's something in my head, and 'twere out. I hope you do not mean your brains. Would somebody loved me, but as well, as I loved Somebody. Now 'tis out. La you there, I think I talked to her. But in my opinion you were quickly daunted. Was I so? well mark me now, now, I will wink As hard as I can, and then I'm sure she cannot put me out. Beauty— How now? what means this? Let me but kiss thy hand, and tell How much I love thee; I know very well Thou art a Phoenix, beauteous and bright, And dost burn every man for thy delight Thy eyes are Sun and Moon, not to be matched. This was intended for you sister. Thy hair is fine as gold, thy chin is hatched With silver, needs must brazen be my face, That cannot come into thee with a grace. Before or after meat. Sweet, hear me out. But this I know, I am thy faithful Lover, Oh quench my fire. Or else the pot runs over. Y'are in the right: Accept me for thy servant, not thy foe, For I do love thee better than any man in the whole world can do. Come kiss me then, and open thy fair eyen. With all my heart. Ha, ha. Gentlemen, rest you merry; Thump, By this hand I'll be drunk presently. And you had taken my counsel, you had done so Before you came hither: Wine is armour of proof. Ladies I am sorry, this rude fellow has Abused your ear, with harsh, and untuned numbers. Your verses have a tune belike I came a purpose, to present a copy Of verses that should make your genius stand O'th' tiptoe, list to me, and grow immortal. We shall be troubled now. If please you Lady we'll walk aside, I have something of more weight I would impart. I'll leave him too.
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With your favour I must chide you Sir, not once speak to My daughter, she expects to be courted with kisses and imbraces. I, I, I could kisse her all over, and imbrace her too, but I have an imperfediment, I cannot speake as I would doe; but let mee alone a little, Ile try, let me see, and I hanot forgot my verses. Here they are, Ile not trouble you. I will leave this Gentleman; Hee is my best friend Ladies. You oblige us more to respect him. I hope you will be just, At my returne, when I declare my selfe. Sir, you sh'anot need to urge it. I am your honourer. Now Thump, I am resolv'd to speak to her, whatsoever Come on't; hum, hum. What another sutor? I were best locke up my daughters, they'l be smothered with Gentlemen: Sir Gervace you are a welcome man. You shall see, if I doe not speake to her, now Now, and to the purpose, in spight of the divell. Stroke me o'th back. There's something in my head, and t'were out. I hope you doe not meane your braines. Would somebody lov'd me, but as well, as I loved Somebody. Now 'tis out. La you there, I thinke I talked to her. But in my opinion you were quickly daunted. Was I so? well marke me now, now, I will wincke As hard as I can, and then I'me sure she cannot put me out. Beauty— How now? what meanes this? Let me but kisse thy hand, and tell How much I love thee; I know very well Thou art a Phenix, beautious and bright, And dost burne every man for thy delight Thy eyes are Sunne and Moone, not to be match'd. This was intended for you sister. Thy haire is fine as gold, thy chin is hatch'd With silver, needs must brazen be my face, That cannot come into thee with a grace. Before or after meat. Sweet, heare me out. But this I know, I am thy faithfull Lover, Oh quench my fire. Or else the pot run's over. Y'are in the right: Accept me for thy servant, not thy foe, For I doe love thee better than any man in the whole world can doe. Come kisse me then, and open thy faire eyne. With all my heart. Ha, ha. Gentlemen, rest you merry; Thump, By this hand Ile bee drunke presently. And you had taken my counsell, you had done so Before you came hither: Wine is armour of proofe. Ladies I am sorry, this rude fellow has Abus'd your eare, with harsh, and untun'd numbers. Your verses have a tune belike I came a purpose, to present a copie Of verses that should make your genius stand O'th tip-toe, list to me, and grow immortall. We shall be troubled now. If please you Lady Weel walke a side, I have something of more weight I would impart. Ile leave him too.