Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1635 (Annals) classical legend or myth T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.79 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Excellent Nymph, These are evasions mere unnecessary; We know you to be ripe, and ourselves grown, Betwixt us is equality in state, And parity in years: nor is our course Irregular or indirect, we come Admitted by your father, as a way Plain, and not interdicted: nor is our suit So far with cradle it may childish seem; Nor so old, to appear decrepit: we are two Rivals, yet friends; so you choose one of either, Even he that is despised rests satisfied, Nor is our love divided. I commend you: There is of you less danger, and lest fear That you should die of love; when both of you Come with like premeditation to digest A rigorous answer. Pray what should we do? Our service we have offered equally: The world is wide, and if we speed not here, We must provide us elsewhere. Worthy friends. To be most plain, to me most pleasing is: Than take as plain an answer; I confess me Weak as I an) unworthy of your love. And yet not so low prized, but have been courted Both by as great and good. Nor can you blame me, If I in adding to your worths, shall spare From mine, in the lest kind to derogate. To you than, as my equals, I entreat; Or if you shall deny me, Daphne than Proclaims it as her william I must retire me For some few months, in them to meditate What marriage is, and truly study man, (A book in which I yet have truanted.) Now, if I in my more maturity, And after some cessation of your suits, Can ground this Maxim, Man is worthy us, And we of him; we'll breviate your long motions Within a few short terms. You speak but reason: And so long we'll attend you. Most fit, that such as bargain for their lives, should read us o'er and o'er, before they set Their hands to that Indenture. We are pleased. And I that you are so. Nor can my father At this be discontented. Not I, Child; I would not hurry on my joys too fast, Having such hope of them. And yet, sweet Daphne, The more thou hasts their harvest, the ripe crop Shall be to them more welcome. For this time 'Tis best to leave her to her privacy: Moore leisure that she hath to meditate, Less time you have in which to be resolved, 'Twill shorten expectation. May these hours That add unto your years, still as you grow, Increase toward us your love. Friend you pray well, And in that hope I take a loving leave, By kissing your fair hand. You understand a courtesy as well, Once being done, as she that knows to do't. Farewell. Where be my maids? My Lady, at hand. Daph. Doth either of you know what this love is, That men so much affect it?
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Excellent Nymph, Theſe are evaſions meere vnneceſſarie; We know you to be ripe, and our ſelves grown, Betwixt us is equalitie in ſtate, And paritie in yeares: nor is our courſe Irregular or indirect, we come Admitted by your father, as a way Plain, and not interdicted: nor is our ſuit So far with cradle it may childiſh ſeem; Nor ſo old, to appeare decrepit: we are two Rivals, yet friends; ſo you chuſe one of either, Even he that is deſpis'd reſts ſatisfied, Nor is our love divided. I commend you: There is of you leſſe danger, and leaſt feare That you ſhould die of love; when both of you Come with like premeditation to diſgeſt A rigorous anſwer. Pray what ſhould we do? Our ſervice we have offer'd equally: The world is wide, and if we ſpeed not here, We muſt provide us elſewhere. Worthy friends. To be moſt plain, to me moſt pleaſing is: Then take as plain an anſwer; I confeſſe me Weake as I am) vnworthy of your love. And yet not ſo low pris'd, but have bin courted Both by as great and good. Nor can you blame me, If I in adding to your worths, ſhall ſpare From mine, in the leaſt kinde to derogate. To you then, as my equals, I entreat; Or if you ſhall deny me, Daphne then Proclaimes it as her will. I muſt retyre me For ſome few moneths, in them to meditate What mariage is, and truly ſtudy man, (A booke in which I yet have truanted.) Now, if I in my more maturitie, And after ſome ceſſation of your ſuits, Can ground this Maxime, Man is worthy us, And we of him; wee'l breviat your long motions Within a few ſhort termes. You ſpeake but reaſon: And ſo long wee'l attend you. Moſt fit, that ſuch as bargain for their lives, hould reade us o're and o're, before they ſet Their hands to that Indenture. We are pleas'd. And I that you are ſo. Nor can my father At this be diſcontented. Not I, Childe; I would not hurry on my ioyes too faſt, Having ſuch hope of them. And yet, ſweet Daphne, The more thou haſts their harveſt, the ripe crop Shall be to them more welcome. For this time 'Tis beſt to leave her to her privacie: More leiſure that ſhe hath to meditate, Leſſe time you have in which to be reſolv'd, 'Twill ſhorten expectation. May theſe houres That adde vnto your yeares, ſtill as you grow, Increaſe toward us your love. Friend you pray well, And in that hope I take a loving leave, By kiſſing your faire hand. You underſtand a curteſie as well, Once being done, as ſhe that knowes to do't. Farewell. Where be my maids? My Lady, at hand. Daph. Doth either of you know what this love is, That men ſo much affect it?