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 T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens typicality 0.87 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Look you Sir, I promised you a reason, why I could Not love Eugenia; there's my reason, I Do love that Gentlewoman. 'tis Master Thornay: I am resolved, I have no other way To punish his disdain, than to pretend I love this Gentleman, that he may see I have the freedom of my soul, to mock His triumph, and with as much facility Meet his neglect. Oh Master Thornay, You are very welcome, I was wishing for you. Hum. this entertainment is a little better Than I expected. You absent yourself too much believe, your visits shall not be more frequent, than your person grateful hither. do y' hear, you may return, and tell this story Unto the Lady i'th' enchanted Castle: You see my fate, I cannot come; Godbe-wi'y'. You shall acquit yourself more Nobly Sir, And better satisfy her in your person. I won't take the pains to see her, and She were a dying. How? Not to recover her. Shall you and I Sir, walk a turn i'th' Garden. Yes Lady, Heaven vouchsafe I grow not mad wi' mymy good fortune. With your pardon Mistress, I must take privilege to tell this man He is not worthy of your favours. How Sir? You do not know my temper: Nor regard it. Hold as you bear respect to me. I am charmed. I should be guilty of some sin to you Not to reveal, this Gentleman has made A forfeit of his honour. Will you hear him? Pox o'my dulness, what meant I to bring Him hither? do not credit any thing, we are old enemies, and he has studied this Device to poison your opinion of me, A mere trick; do not believe a word sweet Lady. I am not easy Sir to entertain Malicious accusation of your fame, Your virtue in my thoughts, is not so soon Shaken with one report. That's comfort yet. Then you provoke me to be plain, know Lady, Y'are i'th' way to be most miserable, Abused by this false man, that will betray Your innocent beauty to so great a shame, Repentance is not able to restore you: He has a wife already. How a wife? A wife, if holy vows have power to bind you: Do you believe this? were you by When I was married. No, but heaven and Angels Are witnesses you did exchange a faith With one that mourns a Virgin, and a Widow: Have you no earthquake in you? does thy soul itself not feel an ague, to remember How many kisses sealed the amorous contract? she meant it so, and every day her eyes Weep in the memory of herself forsaken: And cause her grief will not at once destroy her, Despairing of your love, to show how willing She is to die, doth every hour distil Part of her soul in tears.
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Looke you Sir, I promis'd you a reason, why I could Not love Eugenia; there's my reason, I Doe love that Gentlewoman. Tis Master Thornay: I am resolv'd, I have no other way To punish his disdaine, than to pretend I love this Gentleman, that he may see I have the freedome of my soule, to mocke His triumph, and with as much facility Meet his neglect. Oh Master Thornay, You are very welcome, I was wishing for you. Hum? this entertainment is a little better Than I expected. You absent your selfe too much beleeve, your visits shall not be more frequent, than your person gratefull hither. doe y' heare, you may returne, and tell this story Vnto the Lady i'th inchanted Castle: You see my fate, I cannot come; Godbe-wi'yi'. You shall acquit your selfe more Nobly Sir, And better satisfie her in your person. I wo'not take the paines to see her, and Shee were a dying. How? Not to recover her. Shall you and I Sir, walke a turne i'th Garden. Yes Lady, Heaven vouchsafe I grow not mad Wi'my good fortune. With your pardon Mistresse, I must take priviledge to tell this man Hee is not worthy of your favours. How Sir? You doe not know my temper: Nor regard it. Hold as you beare respect to mee. I am charm'd. I should be guilty of some sinne to you Not to reveale, this Gentleman has made A forfeit of his honor. Will you heare him? Pox o'my dulnesse, what meant I to bring Him hither? doe not credit any thing, Wee are old enemies, and he has studied this Device to poison your opinion of me, A meere trick; doe not beleeve a word sweet Lady. I am not easie Sir to entertaine Malicious accusation of your fame, Your vertue in my thoughts, is not so soone Shaken with one report. That's comfort yet. Then you provoke me to be plaine, know Lady, Y'are i'th way to be most miserable, Abus'd by this false man, that will betray Your innocent beauty to so great a shame, Repentance is not able to restore you: He has a wife already. How a wife? A wife, if holy vowes have power to bind you: Doe you beleeve this? were you by When I was married. No, but heaven and Angels Are witnesses you did exchange a faith With one that mournes a Virgin, and a Widdow: Have you no earthquake in you? does thy soule It selfe not feele an ague, to remember How many kisses seald the amorous contract? Shee meant it so, and every day her eyes Weepe in the memory of her selfe forsaken: And cause her griefe will not at once destroy her, Despairing of your love, to shew how willing Shee is to dye, doth every houre distill Part of her soule in teares.