Randolph, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1630 [licensed for stage, Nov 26] (Annals) pastoral · King's Revels Company · before the Court T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.82 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Why Thestylis, Thou knowst the breasts I sucked were neither wolves Nor Tigers, and I have a heart of wax, Soft and soon melting; try this amorous heart; 'tis not Of flint or marble. If it were, Laurinda, The tears of her, whose orator I come Have power to soften it. Beauteous Amaryllis, She that in this unfortunate age of love, This hapless time of Cupid's tyranny Placed her affection on a scornful shepherd, One that disdains her love. Disdains her love! I tell thee Thestylis in my poor judgement, (And women if no envy blind their eyes, Best judge of women's beauties) Amaryllis May make a Bride worthy the proudest shepherd In all Sicilia: but wherein can I Pity this injured Nymph? Thus she desires you, As you desire to thrive in him you love; As you do love him whom you most desire, Not to love Damon! Damon alas repaies Her love with scorn! 'tis a request she says She knows you cannot grant, but if you do not She will not live to ask again. Poor Nymph. My Amaryllis knows my fidelity; How often have we sported on the Lawns, And danced a roundelay to Iocastus pipe? If I can do her service Thestylis, Be sure I will: Good wench, I dare not stay Lest I displease my Father; who in this age Of hapless lovers watches me as close As did the Dragon the Hesperian fruit. Farewell. Farewell Laurinda! Thus poor ●…oole I toil for others; like the painful Bee From every flower cull honey drops of love To bring to others hives: Cupid does this Cause I am Claius sister. Other Nymphs Have their variety of loves, for every gown, Nay every petticoat; I have only one, The poor fool Mopsus! yet no matter wench, Fools never were in more request than now. I'll make much of him, for that woman lies In weary sheets, whose Husband is too wise. Iocastus, I love Thestylis abominably, The mouth of my affection waters at her. Be wary Mopsus, learn of me to scorn The mortals; choose a better match: go love Some Fairy Lady! Princely Oberon Shall stand thy friend: and beauteous Mab his Queen Give thee a Maid of Honour. How Iocastus? Marry a puppet? Wed a mote i'th' Sun? Go look a wife in nutshells? woo a gnat That's nothing but a voice? No no, Iocastus, I must have flesh and blood, and will have Thestylis. A fig for Fairies! 'tis my sweetheart Mopsus, And his wise brother: O the twins of folly! These do I entertain only to season The poor Amyntas madness. Sacred red and white, How fares thy reverend beauty? Very ill Since you were absent, Mopsus! where have you Been all this livelong hour? I have been Discoursing with the birds. Why, can birds speak? In Fairy land they can: I have heard 'em chirp Very good Greek and Latin.
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Why Thestylis, Thou know'st the brests I suck'd were neither wolves Nor Tygers, and I have a heart of waxe, Soft and soone melting; try this amorous heart; 'tis not Of flint or marble. If it were, Laurinda, The teares of her, whose orator I come Have power to soften it. Beuteous Amaryllis, Shee that in this unfortunate age of love, This haplesse time of Cupids tyranny Plac'd her affection on a skornfull sheapheard, One that disdaines her love. Disdaines her love! I tell thee Thestylis in my poore judgement, (And women if no envy blind their eyes, Best judge of womens beauties) Amaryllis May make a Bride worthy the proudest sheapheard In all Sicilia: but wherein can I Pitty this injur'd Nymph? Thus she desires you, As you desire to thrive in him you love; As you doe love him whom you most desire, Not to love Damon! Damon alas repaies Her love with skorne! Tis a request she saies She knowes you cannot grant, but if you doe not Shee will not live to aske again. Poore Nymph. My Amaryllis knowes my fidelity; How often have we sported on the Lawnes, And danc'd a roundelay to Iocastus pipe? If I can doe her service Thestylis, Be sure I will: Good wench, I dare not stay Least I displease my Father; who in this age Of haplesse lovers watches me as close As did the Dragon the Hesperian fruit. Farewell. Farewell Laurinda! Thus poore oole I toyle for others; like the painfull Bee From every flower cull hony drops of love To bring to others hives: Cupid does this Cause I am Claius sister. Other Nymphs Have their varietie of loves, for every gowne, Nay every petticote; I have only one, The poore foole Mopsus! yet no matter wench, Fooles never were in more request then now. Ile make much of him, for that woman lyes In weary sheetes, whose Husband is too wise. Iocastus, I love Thestylis abominably, The mouth of my affection waters at her. Be wary Mopsus, learne of mee to skorne The mortalls; choose a better match: goe love Some Fairy Lady! Princely Oberon Shall stand thy friend: and beauteous Mab his Queene Give thee a Maid of Honour. How Iocastus? Marry a puppet? Wed a mote ith' Sunne? Goe looke a wife in nutshells? wooe a gnat That's nothing but a voice? No no, Iocastus, I must have flesh and blood, and will have Thestylis. A fig for Fairies! —Tis my sweet-heart Mopsus, And his wise brother: O the twins of folly! These doe I entertaine only to season The poore Amyntas madnesse. Sacred red and white, How fares thy reverend beauty? Very ill Since you were absent, Mopsus! where have you Beene all this live-long houre? I have been Discoursing with the birds. Why, can birds speake? In Fairy land they can: I have heard 'em chirpe Very good Greeke and Latin.