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 0.64 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
In plain terms I have been driving One of your swarms of Bees, gentle Laurinda; The purest wax give Damon: and, good swain, The honey to Alexis: This is plain. Now will the honey and the wax fall together by th'ears. Alexis, this plain sign confirms her grant, She gave me wax to seal the covenant. Well argued for the wax, now for the honey. To me she gave the honey, that must be The sweetest, and the sweetest sweet is she. The honey is the sweeter argument. But by the wax she says that she from none But me will take true loves impression. The wax is very forward to the bargain; He would be sealing of her. But plain the honey speaks, no other guest But I, shall taste in her a lovers feast. Delicious reason, my mouth waters at it▪ The wax must make the Taper that must light The wedded pair to bed on Hymen's night: Besides 'tis virgin's wax, by that you see To me she destinies her virginity. Two excellent twin-arguments borne at a birth. And honey shows a wedding; that must knead A cake for Hymen ere we go to bed. Take you the wax; the honey is for me, There is no honey in the world but she. His disputation still has some good relish in't. I see, Alexis, all Laurinda's bees Serve but to sting us both. Now, what's the matter? The moral? See what 'tis to live a maid! Now two at once do serve us and adore, She that weds one, serves him, served her before. Alexis come! Come Damon! Cure my fear. There's no help left but in a Pelian spear! O stay your hands, for by my maidenhead;— Happy the man shall quit her of that oath. Most happy Dorylas! I knew that before! I have protested never to disclose Which 'tis that best I love: But the first Nymph, As soon as Titan guilds the Eastern hills, And chirping birds, the Saints-bell of the day, Ring in our ears a warning to devotion. That lucky damsel what so e'er she be Shall be the Goddess to appoint my love, To say, Laurinda this shall be your choice: And both shall swear to stand to her award! By fair Laurinda's hand we swear. Till then Be friends, and for this night it is my pleasure You sleep like friendly Rivals arm in arm. Thanks to the fair Laurinda! Come Damon, you this night with me shall rest. Wert thou but my Laurinda I were blessed. Mistress, if they should dream now.— And they should? Sweet Amaryllis! Stay me not Urania! More Cupids, more bees, more stinging yet! Disheveled hair, poor ornament of the head I'll tear you from my crown! what dost thou here? Weak chains! my pride presumed you had a power To fetter Heroes! and in amorous Gives Led any shepherd captive!
seed 43: T2 · seed 44: T3 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
In plain tearmes I have been driving One of your swarmes of Bees, gentle Laurinda; The purest waxe give Damon: and, good swaine, The hony to Alexis: This is plain. Now will the hony and the wax fall together by th'eares. Alexis, this plain signe confirmes her grant, She gave me waxe to seale the covenant. Well argu'd for the waxe, now for the hony. To me she gave the hony, that must be The sweetest, and the sweetest sweet is shee. The hony is the sweeter argument. But by the waxe she saies that she from none But mee will take true loves impression. The waxe is very forward to the bargain; He would be sealing of her. But plain the hony speakes, no other guest But I, shall tast in her a lovers feast. Delicious reason, my mouth waters at it▪ The waxe must make the Taper that must light The wedded paire to bed on Hymen's night: Besides 'tis virgins waxe, by that you see To me she destinies her virginity. Two excellent twin-arguments borne at a birth. And hony shewes a wedding; that must knead A cake for Hymen ere we goe to bed. Take you the waxe; the hony is for mee, There is no hony in the world but shee. His disputation still has some good relish in't. I see, Alexis, all Laurinda's bees Serve but to sting us both. Now, what's the matter? The morall? See what 'tis to live a maid! Now two at once doe serve us and adore, Shee that weds one, serves him, serv'd her before. Alexis come! Come Damon! Cure my feare. There's no helpe left but in a Pelian speare! O stay your hands, for by my maidenhead;— Happy the man shall quit her of that oath. Most happy Dorylas! I knew that before! I have protested never to disclose Which 'tis that best I love: But the first Nymph, As soone as Titan guilds the Easterne hills, And chirping birds, the Saints-bell of the day, Ring in our eares a warning to devotion. That lucky damsell what so e're she be Shall be the Goddesse to appoint my love, To say, Laurinda this shall be your choice: And both shall sweare to stand to her award! By fair Laurinda's hand we swear. Till then Be friends, and for this night it is my pleasure You sleep like friendly Rivalls arme in arme. Thankes to the fair Laurinda! Come Damon, you this night with me shall rest. Wert thou but my Laurinda I were blest. Mistresse, if they should dreame now.— And they should? Sweet Amaryllis! Stay me not Vrania! More Cupids, more bees, more stinging yet! Dishevel'd haire, poore ornament of the head I'le teare you from my crowne! what dost thou here? Weake chaines! my pride presum'd you had a powre To fetter Heroes! and in amorous Gives Lead any sheapheard captive!