Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1622; prologue, 1629/30(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
You tax me without cause. You must confess it. But answer love with love, and seal the contract In the uniting of our souls, how gladly (though now I were in action, and assured, Following my fortune; that plumed victory Would make her glorious stand upon my tent) Would I put off my armour, in my heat Of conquest, and like Anthonie pursue My Cleopatra! will you yet look on me With an eye of Favour? Truth bear witness for me, That in the judgement of my Soul, you are A man so absolute, and circular In all those wished-for rarities, that may take A Virgin captive, that though at this instant All sceptred Monarchs of our Western world Were rivals with you, and Camiola worthy Of such a competition, you alone Should wear the garland. If so, what diverts Your Favour from me? No mulct in yourself, Or in your person, mind or fortune. What then? The Consciousness of mine own wants. Alas Sr. We are not parallels, but like lines divided Can ne'er meet in one Centre, your Birth Sir (Without addition) were an ample Dowry For one of fairer Fortunes, and this shape, Were you ignoble, far above all value; To this, so clear a mind, so furnished with Harmonious faculties, moulded from heaven, That though you were Thersites in your features Of no descent, and Irus in your fortunes, Ulysses like you would force all eyes, and ears To love, but seen, and when heard, wonder at Your matchless story. But all these bound up Together in one Volume, give me leave With admiration to look upon 'em, But not presume in my own flattering hopes, I may or can enjoy 'em. How you ruin What you would seem to build up. I know no Disparity between us, you are an heir Sprung from a noble family, fair, rich, young. And every way my equal. Sir excuse me, One airy with proportion, ne'er discloses The eagle and the wren tissue, and freeze In the same garment monstrous: But suppose That what's in you excessive, were diminished And my desert supplied, the strongest bar, Religion stops our Entrance, you are Sir A Knight of Malta, by your order bound To a single life, you cannot marry me, And I assure myself you are too noble To seek me (though my frailty should consent) In a base path. A dispensation Lady Will easily absolve me. O take heed Sr. When, what is vowed to heaven, is dispensed with, To serve our ends on earth, a curse must follow, And not a blessing. Is there no hope left me? Nor to myself, but is a neighbour to Impossibility: true love should walk On equal feet, in us it does not Sir. But rest assured, excepting this, I shall be Devoted to your service. And this is your Determinate sentence? Not to be revoked.
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You tax me without cause. You must confesse it. But answer love with love, and seale the contract In the vniting of our soules, how gladly (though now I were in action, and assur'd, Following my fortune; that plum'd victory Would make her glorious stand upon my tent) Would I put off my armour, in my heate Of conquest, and like Anthonie pursue My Cleopatra! will you yet looke on me With an eye of Favour? Truth beare witnesse for me, That in the Iudgement of my Soule, you are A man so absolute, and circular In all those wish'd-for rarities, that may take A Virgin captive, that though at this instant All sceptr'd Monarches of our Westerne world Were rivalls with you, and Camiola worthy Of such a competition, you alone Should weare the ghirlond. If so, what diverts Your Favour from me? No mulct in your selfe, Or in your person, mind or fortune. What then? The Consciousnesse of mine owne wants. Alas Sr. We are not parallells, but like lines divided Can nere meete in one Centre, your Birth Sir (Without addition) were an ample Dowrie For one of fairer Fortunes, and this shape, Were you ignoble, far above all value; To this, so cleare a mind, so furnish'd with Harmonious faculties, moulded from heaven, That though you were Thersites in your features Of no descent, and Irus in your fortunes, Vlisses like you would force all eyes, and eares To love, but seene, and when heard, wonder at Your matchlesse story. But all these bound up Together in one Volume, give me leave With admiration to looke upon 'em, But not presume in my owne flattering hopes, I may or can injoy 'em. How you ruine What you would seeme to build up. I know no Disparitie betweene vs, you are an heyre Sprung from a noble familie, faire, rich, young. And every way my equall. Sir excuse me One aerie with proportion, nere discloses The eagle and the wren tissue, and freese In the same garment monstrous: But suppose That what's in you excessive, were diminish'd And my desert supply'd, the strongest bar, Religion stops our Entrance, you are Sir A Knight of Malta, by your order bound To a single life, you cannot marrie me, And I assure my selfe you are too noble To seek me (though my frailtie should consent) In a base path. A dispensation Lady Will easiely absolve me. O take heed Sr. When, what is vow'd to heaven, is dispens'd with, To serve our ends on earth, a curse must follow, And not a blessing. Is there no hope left me? Nor to my selfe, but is a neighbour to Impossibility: true love should walke On equall feete, in vs it does not Sir. But rest assur'd, excepting this, I shall be Devoted to your service. And this is your Determinate sentence? Not to be revok'd.