Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.75 · 440 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Doubtless There is a best, and reason has no manners To say it is not you: I was acquainted Once with a time, when I enjoyed a Playfellow; You were at wars, when she the grave enriched, Who made too proud the Bed, took leave o'th' Moon (which then looked pale at parting) when our count Was each a eleven. 'twas Flavia. Yes You talk of Pirithous and Theseus love; Theirs has more ground, is more maturely seasons, More buckled with strong judgement. and their needs The one of th' other may be said to water Their intertangled roots of love, but I And she (I sigh and spoke of) were things innocent, Loved for we did, and like the Elements That know not what, nor why, yet do effect Rare issues by their operance; our souls Did so to one another; what she liked, Was then of me approved, what not condemned No more arraignment, the flower that I would pluck And put between my breasts, oh (than but beginning To swell about the blossom) she would long Till she had such another, and commit it To the like innocent Cradle, where Phoenix like They dide in perfume: on my head no toy But was her pattern, her affections (pretty Though happily, her careless, were, I followed For my most serious decking, had mine ear Stolen some new air, or at adventure hummed on From misicall Coynadge, why it was a note Whereon her spirits would sojourn (rather dwell on) And sing it in her slumbers; This rehearsal (Which fury-innocent wots well) comes in Like old importments bastard, has this end, That the true love 'tween Maid, and maid, may be More then in sex individual. Y'are outof breath And this high speeded-pace, is but to say That you shall never (like the Maid Flavina) Love any that's called Man. I am sure I shall not. Now alack weak Sister, I must no more believe thee in this point (Though, in't I know thou dost believe thyself,) Then I will trust a sickly appetite, That loathes even as it longs, but sure my Sister If I were ripe for your persuasion, you Have said enough to shake me from the Arm Of the all noble Theseus, for whose fortunes, I will now in, and kneel with great assurance, That we, more than his Pirothous, possess The high throne in his heart. I am not against your faith, Yet I continue mine. To thee no star be dark. Both heaven and earth Friend thee for ever. All the good that may Be wished upon thy head, I cry Amen to't.
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Doubtlesse There is a best, and reason has no manners To say it is not you: I was acquainted Once with a time, when I enjoyd a Play-fellow; You were at wars, when she the grave enrichd, Who made too proud the Bed, tooke leave o'th Moone (which then lookt pale at parting) when our count Was each a eleven. Twas Flauia. Yes You talke of Pirithous and Theseus love; Theirs has more ground, is more maturely seasons, More buckled with strong Iudgement. and their needes The one of th' other may be said to water Their intertangled rootes of love, but I And shee (I sigh and spoke of) were things innocent, Lou'd for we did, and like the Elements That know not what, nor why, yet doe effect Rare issues by their operance; our soules Did so to one another; what she lik'd, Was then of me approov'd, what not condemd No more arraignement, the flowre that I would plcke And put betweene my breasts, oh (then but beginning To swell about the blossome) she would long Till shee had such another, and commit it To the like innocent Cradle, where Phenix like They dide in perfume: on my head no toy But was her patterne, her affections (pretty Though happely, her careles, were, I followed For my most serious decking, had mine care Stolne some new aire, or at adventure humd on From misicall Coynadge, why it was a note Whereon her spirits would sojourne (rather dwell on) And sing it in her slumbers; This rehtsall (Which fury-innocent wots well) comes in Like old importments baftard, hs this end, That the true love tweene Mayde, and mayde, may be More then in sex individuall. Y'are ont of breath And this high speeded-pace, is but to say That you shall never (like the Maide Flavina) Love any that's calld Man. I am sure I shall not. Now alacke weake Sister, I must no more beleeve thee in this point (Though, in't I know thou dost beleeve thy selfe,) Then I will trust a sickely appetite, That loathés even as it longs, but sure my Sister If I were ripe for your perswasion, you Have saide enough to shake me from the Arme Of the all noble Theseus, for whose fortunes, I will now in, and kneele with great assurance, That we, more then his Pirotho, possesse The high throne in his heart. I am not against your faith, Yet I continew mine. To thee no starre be darke. Both heaven and earth Friend thee for ever. All the good that may Be wishd upon thy head, I cry Amen too't.