Shirley, James · published 1633 · first performed or written 1628 [licensed for stage, Oct 3] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I ha' done't, this paper carries the Love powder. For fear you had forgotten me, I ha' made a quibbling in praise of her myself, such a one as will fetch up her heart Tutor. That were a dangerous vomit Sir, take heed of that. ay but I will not hurt her I warrant thee, and she die within a twelvemonth and a day I'll be hanged for her. Will you Sir. Marry will I, look you Sir. But first let me see yours, can you not write it in my own hand, I shall hardly read it. I'll read it to you. Sir George Give me't. See they are at it. And how do you like it. Morrow noble Sir Nicholas. Morrow Gentlemen. Morrow to you both, Sir George I ha' been making Poetry this morning. He has a subtle fancy. What's the subject? No subject, but the Queen of his affections. I scorn subjects, 'tis my Empress your daughter's Muse hath set my muse on fire. read Sir. No, you shall read 'em for me. 'Tis a hue and cry Sir. A hue & cry, for what? For what, why for somewhat I'll warrant you. You may call it Loves hue and cry. Call it what you will, I know what 'tis. Are you so Poetical. I ha' been dabbling in Helicon, next to travail 'tis all my study mark the invention. In love's name you are charged hereby To make a speedy hue and cry, After a face who other day Came and stole my heart away; For your directions in brief These are best marks to know the thief: Her hair a net of beams would prove, Strong enough to Captive Iove: Playing the Eagle, her clear brow Is a comely field of snow, A sparkling Eye, so pure a grey As when it shines it needs no day: Ivory dwelleth on her nose Lily married to the rose, Have made her Cheek the nuptial bed Lips betray their virgin's weed As they only blushed for this That they one another kiss, But observe beside the rest You shall know this felon best By her Tongue, for if your Ear Shall once a heavenly Music hear Such as neither Gods nor men But from that voice shall hear, again That that is she, Oh take her t'ee None can rock heaven asleep but she. How do you like my pippin of Parnassus Gentlemen. Very handsome. nam, I'll warrant you, my Tutor has good furniture in him. I do not think he made 'em. Now you shall hear some verses of my own making. Your own, did you not make these? He betrays himself. Hum. yes I made 'em too my Tutor knows. I'll take my oath who made 'em. But I wrote 'em for another gentleman that had a Mistress. My daughter you said. I may say so, but that their faces are nothing alike, you would hardly know one from tother, for your better understanding I will read 'em myself— Her foot. D'ee begin there?
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I ha don't, this paper carries the Loue powder. For feare you had forgotten me, I ha made a quibling in praise of her my selfe, such a one as will fetch vp her heart Tutor. That were a dangerous vomit Sir, take heed of that. I but I will not hurt her I warrant thee, and shee dy within a Twelue month and a day Ile be hangd for her. Will you Sir. Marry will I, looke you Sir. But first let me see yours, can you not write it in my owne hand, I shall hardly read it. I'le reade it to you. Sir George G'ee mee't. See they are at it. And how doe you like it. Morrow noble Sir Nicholas. Morrow Gentlemen. Morrow to you both, Sir George I ha been making Poetry this morning. He has a subtile fancy. What's the subiect? No subiect, but the Queene of his affections. I scorne subiects, 'tis my Empresse your Daughters Muse hath set my muse on fire. Reade Sir. No, you shall read 'em for me. 'Tis a hue and cry Sir. A hue & cry, for what? For what, why for somewhat I'le warrant you. You may call it Loues hue and cry. Call it what you will, I know what 'tis. Are you so Poeticall. I ha beene dabling in Helicon, next to trauaile 'tis all my study marke the inuention. In Loves name you are charg'd hereby To make a speedy hue and cry, After a face who tother day Came and stole my heart away; For your directions in briefe These are best markes to know the thiefe: Her hayre a net of beames would prove, Strong enough to Captive Iove: Playing the Eagle, her cleere brow Is a comely field of snow, A sparkling Eye, so pure a gray As when it shines it needs no day: Ivory dwelleth on her nose Lilly married to the rose, Have made her Cheeke the nuptiall bed Lippes betray their Virgins weed As they onely busht for this That they one another kisse, But observe beside the rest You shall know this fellon best By her Tongue, for if your Eare Shall once a heavenly Musicke heare Such as neither Gods nor men But from that voyce shall heare, agen That that is shee, Oh take her t'ee None can rocke heaven asleepe but shee. How doe you like my pipin of Pernassus Gentlemen. Very handsome. Na, I'le warrant you, my Tutor has good furniture in him. I doe not thinke hee made 'em. Now you shall heare some verses of my owne making. Your owne, did you not make these? He betrayes himselfe. Hum? yes I made 'em too my Tutor knowes. I'le take my oath who made e'm. But I wrote 'em for an other gentleman that had a Mistris. My daughter you said. I may say so, but that their faces are nothing alike, you would hardly know one from tother, for your better vnderstanding I will read 'em my selfe — Her foote. Dee begin there?