Randolph, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1630 [licensed for stage, Nov 26] (Annals) pastoral · King's Revels Company · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
What happiness portends it, Sweet Mopsus? Constancy in Love, my Thestylis, This bird is always in a note. Most excellent. Bird of the spring I thank thee! Mopsus thanks thee. This is a man of skill, an Oedipus, Apollo, Reverend Phoebus, Don of Delphos. What a brave man am I? Thou canst resolve By thy great Art all questions: What is that, That which I have not, may not, cannot have? That which you have not, may not, cannot have? It is my skill, you cannot have my skill. Where lies that skill? Lies? here within this noddle. Fetch me my woodknife I will cut it off, And send it to Urania for a dowry. No, no I am deceived, it is not that. You dolt, you ass, you cuckoo: Good Amyntas. Mopsus. Iocastus. Thestylis. Amyntas. Is't not a brave sight Dorylas? can the mortals Caper so nimbly! Verily they cannot! Does not King Oberon bear a stately presence? Mab is a beauteous Empress. Yet you kissed her With admirable courtship. I do think There will be of Iocastus brood in Fairy. You Cuckold-maker, I will tell King Oberon You lie with Mab his wife! Do not good brother, And I'll woo Thestylis for thee. Do so then. Canst thou love Mopsus, mortal? Why suppose I can sir, what of that? Why then be wise, And love him quickly! Wise? then I'll have none of her, that's the way To get wise children, 'troth and I had rather They should be bastards. No, the children may Be like the Father. True distracted Mortal: Thestylis, I say love him he's a fool. But we will make him rich, then 'tis no matter. But what estate shall he assure upon me? A Royal jointure all in Fairy land. Such will I make Urania! Dorylas knows it, A curious Park. Paled round about with Pickteeths. Besides a house made all of mother of Pearl; An Ivory Teniscourt. A nutmeg Parlour. A Sapphire dary-roome. A Ginger hall. Chambers of Agate. Kitchins all of Crystal. O admirable! This is it for certain! The jacks are gold. The spits are Spanish needles. Then there be walks Of Amber. Curious orchards. That bear as well in winter as in summer. 'Bove all the fishponds! every pond is full, Of Nectar: will this please you? every grove Stored with delighfull birds. But be there any Ladybirds there. Abundance. And Cuckoos too To presage constancy? Yes. Nay then le's in To seal the writings. There boy, so, ho, ho. What pretty things are these both to be borne To Lands and Livings, we poor witty knaves, Have no inheritance but Brains:— who's this? One of my Mistress beagles. Dorylas, I have had the bravest sport. In what, Alexis? In hunting, Dorylas: a brace of Grayhounds coursed a stag With equal swiftness till the wearied dear, Stood bay at both alike: the fearful dogs Durst neither fasten.
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What happinesse portends it, Sweet Mopsus? Constancy in Love, my Thestylis, This bird is alwaies in a note. Most excellent. Bird of the spring I thank thee! Mopsus thanks thee. This is a man of skill, an Oedipus, Apollo, Reverent Phoebus, Don of Delphos. What a brave man am I? Thou canst resolve By thy great Art all questions: What is that, That which I have not, may not, cannot have? That which you have not, may not, cannot have? It is my skill, you cannot have my skill. Where lies that skill? Lies? here within this noddle. Fetch me my wood-knife I will cut it off, And send it to Vrania for a dowry. No, no I am deceiv'd, it is not that. You dolt, you asse, you cuckoe: Good Amyntas. Mopsus. Iocastus. Thestylis. Amyntas. Ist not a brave sight Dorylas? can the mortalls Caper so nimbly! Verily they cannot! Does not King Oberon beare a stately presence? Mab is a beauteous Empresse. Yet you kiss'd her With admirable courtship. I doe think There will be of Iocastus brood in Fairy. You Cuckold-maker, I will tell King Oberon You lye with Mab his wife! Doe not good brother, And I'le wooe Thestylis for thee. Doe so then. Canst thou love Mopsus, mortall? Why suppose I can sir, what of that? Why then be wise, And love him quickly! Wise? then I'le have none of her, that's the way To get wise children, 'troth and I had rather They should be bastards. No, the children may Be like the Father. True distracted Mortall: Thestylis, I say love him hee's a foole. But we will make him rich, then 'tis no matter. But what estate shall he assure upon mee? A Royall joynture all in Fairy land. Such will I make Vrania! Dorylas knowes it, A curious Parke. Pal'd round about with Pick-teeth. Besides a house made all of mother of Pearle; An Ivory Teniscourt. A nutmeg Parlour. A Saphyre dary-roome. A Ginger hall. Chambers of Agate. Kitchins all of Christall. O admirable! This is it for certaine! The jacks are gold. The spits are Spanish needles. Then there be walkes Of Amber. Curious orchards. That bear as well in winter as in summer. Bove all the fishponds! every pond is full, Of Nectar: will this please you? every grove Stor'd with delighfull birds. But be there any Lady-birds there. Abundance. And Cuckoes too To presage constancy? Yes. Nay then lets in To seale the writings. There boy, so, ho, ho. What pretty things are these both to be borne To Lands and Livings, we poore witty knaves, Have no inheritance but Braines:—who's this? —One of my Mistresse beagles. Dorylas, I have had the bravest sport. In what, Alexis? In hunting, Dorylas: a brace of Grayhounds cours'd a stag With equall swiftnesse till the wearied deere, Stood bay at both alike: the fearfull doggs Durst neither fasten.