Marmion, Shackerley · published 1633 · first performed or written 1633 [1632-1633] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 532 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Well you may jest with mortals, but I am not So blind, but I can see through all your mists: Were I a goddess, as you term me one, Sister to Phoebus, or armed like Minirva, I would transform you straight; and fix you up A monument, for your Hypocrisy. Now by that sacred shrine, brighter than Venus. To whom I pay my Orisons: that form That fair Idea, that rules all my thoughts, thyself I mean, that spotless seat of pleasure: The continent of all perfection, This spring of love, that issues from my soul. Runs in a stream as pure, as are your virtues, Full fraught with zeal, immaculate and free From all adulterate mixtures. On my life. I cannot frame me to believe one word. Hold thy own there wench, and I warrant thee. Phoebus, how have I angered thee, to lay Cassandra's curse on me that was not trusted: When she spoke true and most prophetically? Sir, he that is accustomed to deceive. gains this reward by it when he speaks truth, Not to be credited. Observe me Lady. And mark the harmony, does it not sound Upon the string; as if my heart kept touch? And so it sounded first to the same tune. That was ill set, this is a different passion. But 'tis all show; and nothing serious. You can not judge by former evidence. It is not fit proof to confirm this motion, This is a true text, that a false gloss of it. But I shall never so interpret it. What can I say more, than to swore I love you. But should you now dissolve your eyes to tears, Were every accent in your speech a sigh, And every gesture, every motion in you, An Hieroglyphic to commend that love: Had you the spells of it, and magic charms Set round about the circle of your arms, To draw me to you, I would seal my ears, Deaf as the sea, to shipwrecked mariners: And so I leave you to your better fortunes. Am I despised, and slighted? foolish girl, Th' haste lost thyself, that which is best in nature, Turns to the worst corruption, my scorned love Shall now convert to hatred. 'tis decreed, Fraud and revenge shall be my counsellors; What's here, a ring? she lost it now. I know it, The same Aurelio, wont to wear on's finger; He sent it as a gift, 'tis so, the poesy. In love I write All my grief, all my delight. The very same. Were I best poison it, And send it back to her? No, it shall serve To poison her good name; there's no foul fact, That Love, when it is injured, dares not act. Come honest Fido, thy best love supplies, Part of my hoped fortunes. That's true friendship, Misery cannot shake, which crowns thy merit. Sir, could my power produce forth any thing Worthy your acceptation, or my service, I would with hazard of my life perform it. So much I owe your virtues, so much pity Your injuries; but this poor task so easy, Consisting more of policy, than danger, Gives not my love an equal testimony.
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Well you may jeſt with mortalls, but I am not So blind, but I can ſee through all your miſts: Were I a goddeſſe, as you terme mee one, Siſter to Phoebus, or armd like Minirva, I would transforme you ſtraight; and fix you vp A monument, for your Hypocriſy. Now by that ſacred ſhrine, brighter then Venus. To whom I pay my Orizons: that forme That faire Idea, that rules all my thoughts, Thy ſelfe I meane, that ſpotleſſe ſeat of pleaſure: The continent of all perfection, This ſpring of loue, that iſſues from my ſoule. Runnes in a ſtreame as pure, as are your vertues, Full fraught with zeale, immaculate and free From all adulterate mixtures. On my life. I cannot frame mee to beleeue one word. Hold thy owne there wench, and I warrant thee. Phoebus, how haue I anger'd thee, to lay Caſſandra's curſe on mee that was not truſted: When ſhee ſpake true and moſt prophetically? Sir, he that is accuſtom'd to deceiue. Gaines this reward by it when he ſpeakes truth, Not to be credited. Obſerve mee Lady. And marke the harmony, does it not ſound Vpon the ſtring; as if my heart kept touch? And ſo it ſounded firſt to the ſame tune. That was ill ſett, this is a different paſſion. But 'tis all ſhew; and nothing ſerious. You can not judge by former evidence. It is not fitt proofe to confirme this motion, This is a true text, that a falſe gloſſe of it. But I ſhall never ſo interpret it. What can I ſay more, then to ſware I loue you. But ſhould you now diſſolve your eyes to teares, Were every accent in your ſpeach a ſigh, And every geſture, every motion in you, An Hierogliphicke to comend that loue: Had you the ſpells of it, and magicke charmes Set round about the circle of your armes, To draw mee to you, I would ſeale my eares, Deafe as the ſea, to ſhiprack't marriners: And ſo I leave you to your better fortunes. Am I deſpis'd, and ſlighted? fooliſh girle, Th' haſt loſt thy ſelfe, that which is beſt in nature, Turnes to the worſt corruption, my ſcorn'd loue Shall now convert to hatred. Tis decreed, Fraud and revenge ſhall be my counſellors; Whats heere, a ring? ſhee loſt it now. I know it, The ſame Aurelio, wont to weare on's finger; He ſent it as a gift, 'tis ſo, the poeſy. In loue I write All my griefe, all my delight. The very ſame. Were I beſt poyſon it, And ſend it backe to her? No, it ſhall ſerve To poyſon her good name; there's no foule fact, That Love, when it is injur'd, dares not act. Come honeſt Fido, thy beſt love ſupplys, Part of my hoped fortunes. Thats true freindſhip, Miſery cannot ſhake, which crownes thy merit. Sir, could my power produce forth any thing Worthy your acceptation, or my ſervice, I would with hazard of my life performe it. So much I owe your vertues, ſo much pitty Your injuryes; but this poore taske ſo eaſy, Conſiſting more of pollicie, then danger, Giues not my loue an equall teſtimony.