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 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
does she not prophesy the conceit, I go The Mask will do't, more musical? 'tis so. Then he's gone to her He did promise me. Let other Virgins when they hear this story Wonder, but give me leave to love you for it, Indeed I do; look not so strange, your virtue Compels me to reveal it, 'tis no shame To own a passion, kindled by such goodness. If I do understand you, give me pardon, To think you are not perfectly advised; I am a prisoner still to my Eugenia. she is satisfied, and you are disengaged. But she has not yet resigned the heart I gave, Nor can I think of any other Mistress; Choose in a plenty of more happy men, I gave too much away to love again. I will retire to blush and weep. Not so. Alas poor sister, now I fear you not, I see your purpose was to make me kind: I would he were my brother, but let's in And join our heads, some counsel would do well, 'tis pity we two should lead Apes in hell. MAy I believe myself so fortunate? Art thou returned, or do I dream thus happily? Are these my Thorney's arms? are those his lips? Can he repent his cruelty and love? How soon are all my tears dried up? I do Forgive my griefs, and think they have been modest, And gentle sufferings, who can merit such A joy, that has not felt a world of sorrow? Let us embrace again, and if thou canst Confirm me yet more, that I am awake, And taste my true delight. By this, and this: Through which, if it were possible, I durst Convey my soul, I am for ever thine, Created new to be made worthy of thee, I have been dead too long to thee, and virtue, Committed sin enough, in my neglect Of thee, to plant a fierce, and deep antipathy In every woman's heart against mankind; But you are merciful, and imitate The eternal nature. Ha? how is this? a kissing? We are betrayed. So now 'tis done; I would not Be engaged to kiss you again, for all the estate. Your father left you. I hope my breath has not offended you. I cannot tell, I ha' not kissed a woman this twelvemonth, and had not done this, but that he had my oath to perform it; well you have the lip labour he sent you, Master Yongrave is well, will see you again shortly— Godbe-wi'y'. Pray stay a little. You'll send him such another token; employ your waiting woman, I am no common kiss-carrier. Oh ho, is't not otherwise, he is a messenger from Master Yongrave, y'are welcome Sir. And I be not, I am going Sir, to the place from whence I came Sir? How does Master Yongrave? As foolish as ever, he is still in love— I pray commend me to him. You may now commend yourself, he is here.
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Doe's shee not prophesie the conceit, I goe The Maske will doo't, more musicall? tis so. Then hee's gone to her Hee did promise mee. Let other Virgins when they heare this story Wonder, but give mee leave to love you for it, Indeed I doe; looke not so strange, your vertue Compels mee to reaveale it, tis no shame To owne a passion, kindled by such goodnesse. If I doe understand you, give mee pardon, To thinke you are not perfectly advis'd; I am a prisoner still to my Eugenia. Shee is satisfied, and you are disingaged. But shee has not yet resignd the heart I gave, Nor can I thinke of any other Mistresse; Choose in a plenty of more happy men, I gave too much away to love agen. I will retire to blush and weepe. Not so. Alas poore sister, now I feare you not, I see your purpose was to make mee kinde: I wo'd hee were my brother, but let's in And joyne our heads, some counsell would doe well, Tis pitty wee two should leade Apes in hell. MAy I beleeve my selfe so fortunate? Art thou return'd, or doe I dreame thus happily? Are these my Thornays armes? are those his lips? Can hee repent his cruelty and love? How soone are all my teares dryed up? I doe Forgive my griefes, and thinke they have been modest, And gentle sufferings, who can merit such A joy, that has not felt a world of sorrow? Let us imbrace agen, and if thou canst Confirme mee yet more, that I am awake, And taste my true delight. By this, and this: Through which, if it were possible, I durst Convey my soule, I am for ever thine, Created new to bee made worthy of thee, I have beene dead too long to thee, and vertue, Committed sinne enough, in my neglect Of thee, to plant a fierce, and deepe antipathy In every womans heart against mankind▪ But you are mercifull, and imitate The eternall nature. Ha? how is this? a kissing? We are betraid. So now tis done; I would not Be engag'd to kisse you againe, for all the estate. Your father left you. I hope my breath has not offended you. I cannot tell, I ha' not kist a woman this twelve-moneth, and had not done this, but that he had my oath to performe it; well you have the lip labour he sent you, Master Yongrave is well, will see you agen shortly—Godbe-wi'y'. Pray stay a little. You'l send him such another token; imploy your waiting woman, I am no common kisse-carrier. Oh ho, is't not otherwise, hee is a messenger from Master Yongrave, y'are welcome Sir. And I be not, I am going Sir, to the place from whence I came Sir? How does Master Yongrave? As foolish as ever, he is still in love— I pray commend me to him. You may now commend your selfe, he is here.