Rutter, Joseph · published 1635 · first performed or written 1634 [1633-1635] (Annals) pastoral · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
You shall do well: Come, let us to the King. IT was my dream, and I will send it to her; Though I myself by her too cruel sentence, Must never see her face. What paper's that? Love-verses, as I live; what's here, a Dream? Nay, I will read 'em, therefore stand aside. sleep, thou be calmer of a troubled sprîte, Which lead'st my fancy to that sweet delight, Wherein my soul found rest, when thou didst show Her shadow mine, whose substance is not so: Wrap up mine eyes in an eternal night. For since my day springs only from that light Which she denies me; I account the best Part of my life is that which gives me rest. And thou more hard to be entreated, then Sleep to the heated eyes of frantic men; Thou that canst make my joys essential, Which are but shadows now, be liberal, And outdo sleep, let me not dream in vain, unless thou mean'st I ne'er shall sleep again. Alas poor fool! will she not let thee sleep? I knew I should be mocked, but I'll divert him; What are these thou hast brought along with thee? The Masquers, Hylas, these are they must trip it Before the King: dost like their properties? What Paris, and Oenone, the old story? But newly made, and fashioned to my purpose; Brought hither to make good my own positions Against the company of puling lovers; Which if I do not, and with good effect, Let me be one myself; and that's a torture Worse than Apollo laid upon the satire, When the rude villain durst contend with him: Look this way Hylas, see Oenone here, The fairest Nymph that ever Ida blessed, Court her departing shepherd, who is now Turning his love unto a fairer object; And for his judgement in variety See how the seaborn Goddess, and the Graces Present their darling Helena to him. Be happy in thy choice, and draw a war On thee, and thine, rather than set thy heart Upon a stale delight: Do, let her weep, And say thou art inconstant. Be so still; The Queen of love commands it: you that are The old companions of your Paris here, Move in a well paced measure, that may show The Goddess, how you are content for her Fair sake to leave the honour of your woods: But first let her, and all the Graces sing The Invitation to your offering. COme lovely boy unto my Court, And leave these uncouth woods, and all That feed thy fancy with love's gall, But keep away the honey, and the sport. Cho. Come unto me, And with variety Thou shalt be fed, which Nature loves, and I. There is no Music in a voice, That is but one, and still the same. Inconstancy is but a name, To fright poor lovers from a better choice. Cho. Come then to me, &c.
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You ſhall do well: Come, let us to the King. IT was my dreame, and I will ſend it to her; Though I my ſelfe by her too cruell ſentence, Muſt never ſee her face. What paper's that? Love-verſes, as I live; what's here, a Dreame? Nay, I will read 'em, therefore ſtand aſide. SLeepe, thou be calmer of a troubled ſprîte, Which leadſt my fancy to that ſweet delight, Wherein my ſoule found reſt, when thou didſt ſhow Her ſhadow mine, whoſe ſubſtance is not ſo: Wrappe up mine eyes in an eternall night. For ſince my day ſprings onely from that light Which ſhe denies me; I account the beſt Part of my life is that which gives me reſt. And thou more hard to be intreated, then Sleepe to the heated eyes of franticke men; Thou that canſt make my joyes eſſentiall, Which are but ſhadowes now, be liberall, And out-doe ſleepe, let me not dreame in vaine, Ʋnleſſe thou mean'ſt I ne're ſhall ſleepe againe. Alas poore foole! will ſhe not let thee ſleepe? I knew I ſhould be mock't, but I'le divert him; What are theſe thou haſt brought along with thee? The Maſquers, Hylas, theſe are they muſt trip it Before the King: doſt like their properties? What Paris, and Oenone, the old ſtorie? But newly made, and faſhion'd to my purpoſe; Brought hither to make good my owne poſitions Againſt the company of puling lovers; Which if I doe not, and with good effect, Let me be one my ſelfe; and that's a torture Worſe then Apollo laid upon the Satyr, When the rude villaine durſt contend with him: Looke this way Hylas, ſee Oenone here, The faireſt Nymph that ever Ida bleſt, Court her departing ſhepheard, who is now Turning his loue unto a fairer object; And for his judgement in varietie See how the ſeaborne Goddeſſe, and the Graces Preſent their darling Helena to him. Be happy in thy choiſe, and draw a war On thee, and thine, rather then ſet thy heart Upon a ſtale delight: Do, let her weepe, And ſay thou art inconſtant. Be ſo ſtill; The Queene of love commands it: you that are The old companions of your Paris here, Moue in a well pac'd meaſure, that may ſhew The Goddeſſe, how you are content for her Faire ſake to leave the honor of your woods: But firſt let her, and all the Graces ſing The Invitation to your offering. COme lovely boy unto my Court, And leave theſe uncouth woods, and all That feed thy fancy with loves gall, But keepe away the honey, and the ſport. Cho. Come unto me, And with varietie Thou ſhalt be fed, which Nature loves, and I. There is no Muſique in a voice, That is but one, and ſtill the ſame. Inconſtancy is but a name, To fright poore lovers from a better choice. Cho. Come then to me, &c.