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 T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti typicality 0.88 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
By no means Let me appear so troublesome, your presence Will be no hurt to my design, you shall Command a great deal more. 'Twas cunningly prepared, Sir, after all, let me obtain your privilege. Proceed.— I shall accuse myself of too much boldness, If you neglect me Sir before all these; I come not to disturb you, nor to publish What you have taken from me. I hope she will lay some felony to his charge. But Sir, you might have been so kind, to have seen your friend once in three days. I must be pardoned Widow, The glass that tells the hour, hath not more sands, Than there be Ladies wait to catch me up To spend my time with 'em, they break my dreams, With importunity, and allow me but One minute in a week, to say my prayers. Among them all, there is not one That more desires your happiness. 'tis more your goodness Lady, than desert, Or provocation in me. Y'are modest, And thus increase your value. Your favours are acknowledged, and take up Much of my studies, how I may be active In service to reward 'em, still preserving My liberty, I must not be confined Or wedged in; all that's good in nature ought To be communicable, if you have Promised yourself more of me, than as you are Allowed, an excellent part o'th' commonwealth, 'tis justice you correct the imagination, Perhaps you'll say, you love me. A fine Dialogue: My blushes speak me guilty, and I fear Betray my frailty to these Gentlewomen: You'll sin against your knowledge Sir, to make A question how much I esteem you, be not A tyrant, if my opinion of your worth Prevail against my modesty, to say I cannot choose but love you, 'tis my fate, My breeding never suffered, but in this, That I should lose myself to court a man, Ambitious of my favour; 'tis in vain To tell you, with what art, my eyes have been Courted by great ones for their smile, for you Will turn them all to tears. Alas poor Lady: I pity her, what doth she see in him, To draw this passion? May be, I am engaged To another beauty. That's my fear indeed; For who can look with eyes like mine upon you, And not be tempted to the same desires? But be not Sir deceived, all foreheads are not True glasses of the mind, and beauty alone Deserves not such a blessing; young men do Too hastily betray themselves to misery, That think no heaven but in their Mistress face, Look on my fortune, which doth spread more riches, Than pleasure can instruct thee ways to spend, Delights shall stream themselves into thy bosom, Honour and titles of the state shall woe Thy name to put them on and not be thine But thou their ornament. Affection must Flow uncompelled, you may be pleased to take Some other time to finish this discourse.
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By no meanes Let me appeare so troublesome, your presence Will be no hurt to my designe, you shall Command a great deale more. 'Twas cunningly prepared, Sir, after all, let me obtaine your priviledge. Proceed.— I shall accuse my selfe of too much boldnesse, If you neglect mee Sir before all these; I come not to disturbe you, nor to publish What you have taken from mee. I hope shee will lay some felony to his charge. But Sir, you might have been so kind, to have seene your friend once in three dayes. I must be pardon'd Widow, The glasse that tells the hower, hath not more sands, Than there be Ladies waite to catch me up To spend my time with 'em, they breake my dreames, With importunity, and allow me but One minute in a weeke, to say my prayers. Among them all, there is not one That more desires your happinesse. Tis more your goodnesse Lady, than desert, Or provocation in me. Y'are modest, And thus increase your value. Your favours are acknowledg'd, and take up Much of my studies, how I may be active In service to reward 'em, still preserving My liberty, I must not be confind Or wedg'd in; all that's good in nature ought To be communicable, if you have Promis'd your selfe more of me, than as you are Allowd, an excellent part o'th commonwealth, Tis justice you correct the imagination, Perhaps you'l say, you love me. A fine Dialogue: My blushes speake me guilty, and I feare Betray my frailty to these Gentlewomen: You'l sinne against your knowledge Sir, to make A question how much I esteeme you, be not A tyrant, if my opinion of your worth Prevaile against my modesty, to say I cannot choose but love you, tis my fate, My breeding never suffred, but in this, That I should lose my selfe to court a man, Ambitious of my favour; tis in vaine To tell you, with what art, my eyes have beene Courted by great ones for their smile, for you Will turne them all to teares. Alas poore Lady▪ I pitty her, what doth she see in him, To draw this passion? May be, I am engag'd To another beauty. That's my feare indeed; For who can looke with eyes like mine upon you, And not be tempted to the same desires? But be not Sir deceived, all forheads are not True glasses of the minde, and beauty alone Deserves not such a blessing▪ young men doe Too hastily betray themselves to miserie, That thinke no heaven but in their Mistresse face, Looke on my fortune, which doth spread more riches, Than pleasure can instruct thee wayes to spend, Delights shall streame themselves into thy bosome, Honour and titles of the state shall woe Thy name to put them on and not be thine But thou their ornament. Affection must Flow uncompeld, you may be pleas'd to take Some other time to finish this discourse.