FREDERICK

I shall observe your doctrine most exactly. She needs not sir. She bears a spell about her that would charm A Scythians native fierceness into softness, Those spirit-breathing eyes, my Lord, which can Kill as they please, or quicken with a glance. Gentle Lady, To make the addresses of my lovesick heart, Plain and apparent to you, that you may, Search through my soul, and find it all your creature, Give me your patient hearing. Which consists In viewing your bright beauty, the idea Of all perfections, which the jealous heavens Durst ever lend to earth-divinest Lady, The gentle air which circumscribes your cheek, Leaving its panting kisses on the flowers, That in that Tempe blossom, does not love Those fields of purity more then mine eyes do, Mine, Lady, is a holy, And intellectual zeal, such as the Angels And Saints, who know no sexes do affect by, Passed imitation too, should they who strive To trace me, take the constancy of Swans, Or never-changing Turtles, as their patterns. By your fair self I'm real, do intend, What I've delivered with as much true zeal, As Anchorits do their prayers: I love your mind, Your excellent mind, and for its sake, the pure Shrine, which contains that blessing, this fair building, This palace of all happiness, and entreat you, As you have mercy in you, to take pity Upon my loves stern sufferings, and redress them, By your consent to take me for your husband. Love, Madam, has Eagles eyes; it can beget acquaintance, Even in a moment, suddenly as time, The time that does succeed it. Farewell. I will not have my overhasty zeal, Urge your mild sufferance further, pray think on me As one who've played my full extent of bliss, In your enjoying, think you are the land wrack, By which the brittle vessel of my Hope's, Must through Loves-swelling Ocean be directed, To a safe harbour, honour me to kiss Your fair hand; Lady now farewell, no bliss Can be in love, till we know what it is. Exeunt. This chaste kiss shall seal the contract. Come my Emilia, love is such a wealth, As must be gained by free consent, not stealth. I am resolved, I'll speak to him. Save you brother, you've parted with your Mistress, pray tell me, does she kiss well, Has she a fragrant lip? Are her demeanours courtly, apt to ravish? Are you resolved to run away with her, And stain the honour of our family, for her sweet sake? You're very confident, young Gallant, In defence of your brave Mistress, I know you are in love, bravely in love With a trim Chambermaid, a thing made up Of a cast Taffatie gown of and old Wardrobe: Degenerate brother, were I not assured Of your chaste mother's virtues, I should question, Whither my father God you, but I'm come To disenchant thy senses from the charms, That hateful witch throws on them, but resolve Quickly to quit her, or by Heaven shee'd better Commix with lightning. Well Sir, be brief, I shall attend you. Dare you, boy, name her, And my Emilia as parallels.