Marmion, Shackerley · published 1633 · first performed or written 1633 [1632-1633] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · before the Court T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.85 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
It is a happy spirit, That rules in you, I would I had one like it. Like me; thou hast not studied thyself so well: Nor haste that season of thy mother in thee. Observe her fashions, take example by them: Although her husband be penurious, Hard as the mettle, that he dotes upon. Yet she can make him malleable, and work him, And turn, and hammer him, and wire-draw him, And rule him with as much correction, As one would wish to govern. For my part; When I have stretched my brains, made all the shifts, The wit of woman can be pregnant of. And showed my love by such experience, As shall outstrip belief, all for his sake That shall enjoy me, which is Master Careless. And when he has me, if he shall presume, On former passages of my affection, To oversway me in the least desire, To contradict, and tempt my patience, I'll shake off all obedience, and forget it. I'll slight him, yet prevail. Alas my heart is Tender, and violable with the least weapons, Sorrow can dart at me. You are a fool, And every one that will can make you so: When was your sweet heart Master spruce here with you? But lately, and presented such a Scene Of protestations, and then varied it, So cunningly, that love and lust together Were interwoven with such subtle threads, That I could scarce distinguish them. Take heed, whate'er he speaks, it tends but to corrupt you, I'd join commerce of language with a Sphinx, Ere I'd deign to answer him. Master Careless Told me his humours, seems he boasted of it, He gave his character, the most perfidious, And love abusing creature in the world; That all his vows were treacherous: his smiles, His words, and actions, like small Rivulets, Through twenty turnings of loose passions, At last would run to the dead sea of sin. whate'er he says, I resolve ne'er to trust him. be wise, and constant, and then govern fate: And in the interim, howe'er matters fall, we I find a trick wench, how to cheat them all. See here he comes again. I come sweet Lady, To rear the trophies of your conquest up. And yield myself the greatest. What's the matter? Your looks have ta'en me prisoner. I am captived, Bound with the golden chain of your loose hair, And on your frowns depends my destiny. 'tis about the old matter; you may save This labour, or go seek some new device. In faith these stale exordiums can not take me. Indeed my sister, and I, know you well enough. But Lady since my change you do not know me. I am now Metamorphized, and that fancy That roved, and was rebellious, by her power Is brought within command. I so you told me. Here I present a sad oblation. A heart that bringeth its own fire with it, And burns before your beauty's deity. Offered up with as much devotion, As ever true love sacrificed any.
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It is a happy ſpirit, That rules in you, I would I had one like it. Like me; thou haſt not ſtudied thy ſelfe ſo well: Nor haſt that ſeaſon of thy mother in thee. Obſerue her faſhions, take example by them: Although her husband be penurious, Hard as the mettle, that he dotes upon. Yet ſhe can make him mallemable, and worke him, And turne, and hammer him, and wire-draw him, And rule him with as much correction, As one would wiſh to governe. For my part; When I haue ſtretcht my braines, made all the ſhifts, The wit of woman can be pregnant of. And ſhew'd my loue by ſuch experience, As ſhall outſtrip beliefe, all for his ſake That ſhall enioy me, which is Maſter Careleſſe. And when he has me, if hee ſhall preſume, On former paſſages of my affection, To overſway me in the leaſt deſire, To contradict, and tempt my patience, Ile ſhake off all obedience, and forget it. Ile ſlight him, yet prevaile. Alaſſe my heart is Tender, and violable with the leaſt weapons, Sorrow can dart at me. You are a foole, And every one that will can make you ſo: When was your ſweet heart Maſter Spruſe here with you? But lately, and preſented ſuch a Scene Of proteſtations, and then varied it, So cunningly, that loue and luſt together Were interwoven with ſuch ſubtle threads, That I could ſcarce diſtinguiſh them. Take heed, What ere he ſpeakes, it tends but to corrupt you, I'de ioyne commerce of language with a Sphinx, Ere I'de daigne to anſwer him. Maſter Careleſſe Told me his humours, ſeemes he boaſted of it, He gaue his character, the moſt perfideous, And loue abuſing creature in the world; That all his vowes were treacherous: his ſmiles, His words, and actions, like ſmall Rivulets, Through twenty turnings of looſe paſſions, At laſt would runne to the dead ſea of ſinne. What ere he ſayes, I reſolue nere to truſt him. Bee wiſe, and conſtant, and then governe fate: And in the interim, how ere matters fall, Wee I find a tricke wench, how to cheat them all. See here he comes againe. I come ſweet Lady, To reare the trophies of your conqueſt up. And yield my ſelfe the greateſt. What's the matter? Your lookes haue tane me priſoner. I am captiu'd, Bound with the golden chaine of your looſe haire, And on your frownes depends my deſtiny. Tis about the old matter; you may ſaue This labour, or goe ſeeke ſome new deviſe. In faith theſe ſtale exordiums can not take me. Indeed my ſiſter, and I, know you well enough. But Lady ſince my change you doe not know me. I am now Metamorphis'd, and that fancy That roved, and was rebellious, by her power Is brought within command. I ſo you told me. Here I preſent a ſad oblation. A heart that bringeth its owne fire with it, And burnes before your beanties diety. Offer'd vp with as much deuotion, As ever true loue ſacrifiſed any.