The Seven Champions of Christendom · chunk 36 of 43
Kirke, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1638] (Annals) romance · Red Bull Company (second) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
The morning's majesty doth not so fresh break forth, When she doth usher the Altitionate from forth his bed Of spices, here to shine: how were mine eyes deluded, My sweet boy, when that I thought Deformity hung here? for which upon my knees I beg thy gracious pardon, and with submission, And contrition, do desire that favour, But to kiss thy foot. My foot? no you shall kiss somewhere else, My backside of this hand is yours. I merit not that favour, heavenly boy. Go too, I'll have my will, my hand is yours I say. And for that hand my whole heart is thy slave; Demand, and take the life of Brandron. Then say, my dotage darling, canst thou love me? As well as I love roast Beef: Hast any victuals love? I am a hungry. Enough, my dainty boy; the banquet of the Gods, To which flew Saturn, once in thirty years, Tasteth not there of more delightsome Cates, Than I'll have for my love: come in my boy, Walk with me hand in hand, Thou shalt not ask, but have thy full demand. Brothers, you are welcome all to Brandron's Castle. Not Brandron nor his Castle Long shall bear that name. A strong and sumptuous habitation. too good a Palace for a tyrant's rain. What, shall we knock, and rouse the Monster up? let's walk the round, and take a view Of this strong Castle first; happily we may find A passage in, for to surprise him ere he think of us; let's strike upon occasion, But advantage, in Law of Arms, deserves this Hateful Traitor. Your counsel we'll allow, on, let be so: Come Gentlemen, let's walk, but not too near The Castle pray, least treasons bounty Should drop down upon us. What if we find no entrance, And he refuse our summons, and not come? That cannot be, we then might starve the fiend; His food is daily hunted to these nets, And once a day we are sure to meet with him: Then let us careful pass about these walls. How lik'st thou Brandron, and his Castle boy? As I am a Prince, I was never better pleased in all my life. Music to Brandron's ear that thou art so. Now you talk of Music, will you hear me sing? A contradiction to thy will, were poison To my thoughts: on my soul's harmony. I have a Love, as white as a Raven, Excelling for blackness the snow, She will scold, scratch, and bite Like a Fury or Spright, And yet she was counted no shrew. The hair of her head was like cobbler's thread, Which Sow-haires do draw through so, Her Legs on each foot Is so swollen with the gout, That my love is not able to go. Her face bears a front, like to Wear waterspout. Which brought was from thence by great cunning, With a Mill in her bum, That did roar like a drum, Which did set her fair nose still a running.
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The mornings majeſty doth not ſo freſh break forth, When ſhe doth uſher the Altitionate from forth his bed Of ſpices, here to ſhine: how were mine eyes deluded, My ſweet boy, when that I thought Deformity hung here? for which upon my knees I begge thy gracious pardon, and with ſubmiſſion, And contrition, doe deſire that favour, But to kiſſe thy foote. My foote? no you ſhall kiſſe ſomewhere elſe, My back-ſide of this hand is yours. I merit not that favour, heavenly boy. Goe too, Ile have my will, my hand is yours I ſay. And for that hand my whole heart is thy ſlave; Demand, and take the life of Brandron. Then ſay, my dotage darling, canſt thou love me? As well as I love roaſt Beefe: Haſt any victualls love? I am a hungry. Enough, my dainty boy; the banquet of the Gods, To which flew Saturne, once in thirty yeares, Taſteth not there of more delightſome Cates, Than Ile have for my love: come in my boy, Walke with me hand in hand, Thou ſhalt not aske, but have thy full demand. Brothers, you are welcome all to Brandrons Caſtle. Not Brandron nor his Caſtle Long ſhall beare that name. A ſtrong and ſumptuous habitation. To good a Palace for a Tyrants raine. What, ſhall we knock, and rouſe the Monſter up? Lets walke the round, and take a view Of this ſtrong Caſtle firſt; happily we may finde A paſſage in, for to ſurprize him E're he thinke of us; lets ſtrike upon occaſion, But advantage, in Law of Armes, deſerves this Hatefull Traitor. Your counſell wee'le allow, on, let be ſo: Come Gentlemen, lets walke, but not too neare The Caſtle pray, leaſt treaſons bounty Should drop downe upon us. What if we finde no entrance, And he refuſe our ſummons, and not come? That cannot be, we then might ſterve the fiend; His foode is dayly hunted to theſe nets, And once a day we are ſure to meet with him: Then let us carefull paſſe about theſe walls. How lik'ſt thou Brandron, and his Caſtle boy? As I am a Prince, I was never better pleas'd in all my life. Muſicke to Brandrons eare that thou art ſo. Now you talke of Muſicke, will you heare me ſing? A contradiction to thy will, were poyſon To my thoughts: on my ſoules harmony. I have a Love, as white as a Raven, Excelling for blackneſſe the ſnow, She will ſcould, ſcratch, and bite Like a Fury or Spright, And yet ſhe was counted no ſhrow. The haire of her head was like Coblers thred, Which Sow-haires doe draw through ſo, Her Legges on each foote Is ſo ſweld with the gout, That my love is not able toge. Her face bares a front, like to Weare water-ſpout. Which brought was from thence by great cunning, With a Mill in her bum, That did roare like a drum, Which did ſet her faire noſe ſtill a running.