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 T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 468 words
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My occasions Command me hence my lord. Pray you leave me, do; And tell the cruel king, that I will wear These fetters till my flesh, and they are one Incorporated substance. In myself, As in a glass, I'll look on humane frailty, And curse the height of Royal blood: since I In being borne near to Iove, am near his thunder. Cedars once shaken with a storm, their own Waight grabs their roots out. Lead me where you please; I am his, not fortunes martyr, and will die The great example of his cruelty. HE undergoes my challenge, and contemns it, And threatens me with the late Edict made 'Gainst duelists, than altar cowards fly to. But I that am engaged, and nourish in me A higher aim then fair Camiola dreams of, Must not sit down thus. In the court I dare not Attempt him; and in public, he's so guarded With a herd of Parasites, Clients, fools and suitors, That a musket cannot reach him, my designs Admit of no delay. This is her birthday, Which with a fit and due solemnity Camiola celebrates; and on it, all such As love or serve her, usually present A tributary duty. I'll have something To give, if my intelligence prove true, Shall find acceptance. I am told, near this grove Fulgentio very morning makes his makers With his petitioners. I may present him With a sharp petition. Ha, 'tis he my fate Be ever blessed for't. Command such as wait me Not to presume at the least for half an hour To press on my retirements. I will say, Sir, you are at your prayers That will not find belief, Courtiers have something else to do, be gone, Sir, Challenged! 'tis well I and by a groom! still better I Was this shape made to fight? I have a tongue yet, howe'er no sword to kill him, and what way This morning, I'll resolve of. I shall cross Your resolution, or suffer for you. WHat are all these? servants with several presents, And rich ones too. With her best wishes, Madam, Of many such days to you, the Lady Petula Presents you with this fan. This Diamond From your Aunt Honoria. This piece of plate From your Uncle, old Vincentio, with your arms Graven upon it. Good friends they are too. Munificent in their love, and favour to me. Out of my cabinet return such jewels As this directs you, for your pains; and yours; Nor must you be forgotten. Honour me With the drinking of a health. Gold on my life! She scorns to give base silver. Would she had been Borne every month in the year! Month? every day. Show such another maid. All happiness wait you. I'll fee your will done. How, Adorny wounded?
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My occasions Command me hence my lord. Pray you leave me, doe; And tell the cruell king, that I will weare Thee etters 'till my flesh, and they are one Incorporated substance. In my selfe, As in a glasse, I'll looke on humane frailty, And curse the height of Royall blood: since I In being borne neare to Iove, am neare his thunder. Cedars once shaken with a storme, their owne Waight grb their rootes out. Led me where you please; I am his, not fortunes martyr, and will dye The great example of his cruelty. HE undergoes my challenge, and contemnes it, And threatens me with the late Edict made 'Gainst duellists, then altar cowards flie to. But I that am ingag'd, and nourish in me A higher aime then faire Camiola dreames of, Must not sit down thus. In the court I dare not Attempt him; and in publike, hee's so guarded With a heard of Parasites, Clients, fooles and sutors, That a musket cannot reach him, my designes Admit of no delay. This is her birth-day, Which with a fit and due solemnitie Cmiola celebrates; and on it, all such As love or serve her, usually present A tributary duty. I'll have something To give, if my intelligence prove true, Shall find acceptance. I am told, neare this grove Fulgentio very morning makes his makets With his petitioners. I may present him With a sharpe petition. H, 'tis he my sate Be ever bless'd for't. Command such as waite me Not to presume at the least for halfe an houre To pree on my rettirements. I will say, Sir, you are at your prayers That will not finde beliefe, Courtiers have something else to do, be gon, Sir, Ghalleng'd 'tis well I and by a grome! still better Was this shape made to ight? I have a tongue yet, How e'r no sword to kill him, and what way This morning, I'll resolve of. I shall crosse Your resolution, or suffer for you. VVHat are all these? Sevants with serverall presents, And rich ones too. With her best wishes, Madam, Of many such daies to you, the Lady Petula Presents you with this fanne. This Diamond From your Aunt Honoria. This piece of plate From your Vncle, old Vincentio, with your armes Graven upon it. Good friends they are too. Munificent in their love, and favour to me. Out of my cabinet returne such jewells As this directs you, for your paines; and yours; Nor must you be forgotten. Honour mee With the drinking of a health. Gold on my life! She scornes to give base silver. VVould she had beene Borne every moneth in the yeere! Moneth? every day. Shew such another maid. All happinesse wait you. I'll fee your will done. How, Adorny wounded?