Berkeley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
They would believe me, though they would be Sorry your honour's should: but what, this love Has it transformed us all? CLEON, you can tell Who 'tis he thus admires? Yes, and will; 'tis HERMIONE, PINDARUS his heir. PH, What EPICTETUS in a petticoat? she that disputes love into nothing, or what's worse, a friendship with a woman? The same, and I know you'll confess she's deserving Yes, but the mischief is, she'll ne'er think so Of him: If POLYGAMY were in fashion, I would Persuade him to marry her, to be Governess to the rest, But not till then, wouldst thou be content To lie with a Statue, that will never confess more of love, Than suffering the effects of thine? And have his liberties in the discourse of her friends, That her retiredness may be more magnified. Believe me ERGASTO, these severe beauties, that Are to be looked on with the eyes of respect, Are not for us: we must have them that love to Be praised more for fair Ladies, than judicious. You mistake me gentlemen, I choose for myself, not for you. Faith for that, whoever marries, must sacrifice To Fortune, and she, whose wisdom makes her Snow to you, may be Fire to another: Some odd Wrinkled fellow, that conquers her with wit, May throw her on her back with reason. Take This from the Oracle, that for the general Calamity of Husbands, all women are reputed Vicious, and for the quiet of particulars, Every one thinks his wife the Phoenix. You have met with rare Fortunes. Calumny is so general, that Truth has lost Her credit: But to th'purpose, what Rivals? what hopes? A potent Rival takes away all; LYSICLES does woe her. Good night, I will dispute it no more, whether thou Shouldst have her, or no; for now I conclude, it is impossible. I had her Father's firm consent before he declared himself. Though thou hadst hers too, be wise, and despair Betimes: In this point Women are Commonwealths, And are obliged to their faiths no farther Than the safety and honour of the State is Concerned: If thou were't the first example, I Would excuse thee for being the first cozened. But stay, who's here? O'my conscience, an Embassage from some of Your kind Mistresses, that would fain take their Leaves before you go to captivity. Is't possible? She desires you to see her, and believe that ambition Cannot gain more upon her than your affection. Take this Ring, and this. I dare not Sir. Tle pay thy Dowry then within this halfe houre; I'll wait on her. From what part of the Town came this fair day In a Cloud, that makes you look so cheerfully? A 'las Gentlemen, I was borne to know nothing Of love, but sighs and despairs. I can be servant to none that have the election of two. Unriddle, unriddle. 'T was the servant of HERMIONE that came to Have nigh wait upon her Lady. PHORMIO, what do you think of this?
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They would beleeve me, though they would be Sorry your Honours should: but what, this love Has it transform'd us all? CLEON, you can tell Who 'tis he thus admires? Yes, and will; 'tis HERMIONE, PINDARVS his heire. PH, What EPICTETVS in a petti-coate? she that disputes love into nothing, or what's worse, a friendship with a woman? The same, and I know you'le confesse shee's deserving Yes, but the mischiefe is, shee'le ne're thinke so Of him: If POLYGAMY were in fashion, I would Perswade him to marrie her, to be Governesse to the rest, But not till then, wouldst thou be content To lye with a Statue, that will never confesse more of love, Than suffering the effects of thine? And have his liberties in the discourse of her friends, That her retirednesse may be more magnified. Beleeve me ERGASTO, these severe beauties, that Are to be look'd on with the eyes of respect, Are not for us: we must have them that love to Be prais'd more for faire Ladies, than judicious. You mistake me gentlemen, I chuse for my self, not for you. Faith for that, who ever marries, must sacrifice To Fortune, and she, whose wisedome makes her Snow to you, may be Fire to another: Some odde Wrinkled fellow, that conquers her with wit, May throw her on her backe with reason. Take This from the Oracle, that for the generall Calamity of Husbands, all women are reputed Vicious, and for the quiet of particulars, Every one thinkes his wife the Phoenix. You have met with rare Fortunes. Calumnie is so generall, that Truth has lost Her credit: But to th'purpose, what Rivalls? what hopes? A potent Rivall takes away all; LYSICLES does woe her. Good night, I will dispute it no more, whether thou Shouldst have her, or no; for now I conclude, it is impossible. I had her Fathers firm consent before he declar'd himselfe. Though thou hadst hers too, be wise, and dispaire Betimes: In this point Women are Common-wealths, And are oblig'd to their faiths no farther Than the safety and honour of the State is Concern'd: If thou wer't the first example, I Would excuse thee for being the first cozen'd. But stay, who's here? O'my conscience, an Embassage from some of Your kind Mistresses, that would faine take their Leaves before you goe to captivity. Is't possible? She desires you to see her, and beleeve that ambition Cannot gaine more upon her than your affection. Take this Ring, and this. I dare not Sir. Tle pay thy Dowry then within this halfe houre; I'le waite on her. From what part of the Towne came this faire day In a Cloud, that makes you looke so cheerefully? A las Gentlemen, I was borne to know nothing Of love, but sighes and despaires. I can be servant to none that have the election of two. Unriddle, unriddle. 'T was the servant of HERMIONE that came to Have nie waite upon her Lady. PHORMIO, what doe you thinke of this?