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 · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Amaryllis. But Damon breaks thee like a spider's loom! And thou poor face that were't so oft belied For fair and beauteous, by my flattering glass; I'll tear those crimson roses from my cheeks, That but myself ne'er yet enchanted any. My will is fixed! Where go you, Amaryllis? Since Damon hates my life I'll go and see If I can please him in my death: if he'll but deign To kiss me, and accept my latest breath, I shall salute the Gods a happy soul. This dart I'll give him; and upon my knees▪ Beg till I have obtained to dye by him: Death from that hand is welcome. I will show you A way most probable to redeem his love. I shall wrong you, Laurinda! No enjoy him, The treasure of the Earth: my latest words Shall be prayers for you: mild Urania, Sister in blood to Damon, not in affection, Nymph take this whistle, 'twas a Tritons once, With which I call my Lambkin's when they stray; 'Tis Amaryllis last bequeathment to you. Live happy sheapheardesse and wear it still! Laurinda, my great legacy is yours, Gentle-ungentle Damon. I re▪ bequeath him to my Amarylis: Come therefore amorous maid, be ruled by me; This night we'll sleep together. And she too Should dream of Damon.— Dorylas, go to Thestylis excuse her this night's absence, Amaryllis Wenches are ne'er so witty as a bed, And two together make a statesman's head. Begun to Thestylis. So, I am sure Still Cupid's factor: well ere long I see There will be many an heir the more for me. My Bellamore y'are under good protection; The Temple gates will close unless I hast. Urania, a happy night unto you! The like to her that ipitties' the distressed Amaryllis. So so, this honey with the very thought Has made my mouth so liquorish that I must Have something to appease the appetite. Have at Iocastus orchard! dainty Apples, How lovely they look! Why these are Dorylas sweethearts. Now must I be the Princely Oberon, And in a royal humour with the rest Of royal Fairies attendant go in state To rob an orchard: I have hid my robes On purpose in a hollow tree. Heaven bless me! What Pucke, what Goblins this? Thrice Sacred Valley, I kiss thy hallowed Earth! Another lover, Enamoured of the Ground! fain would I speak And ask for Amaryllis: but my fear Will not permit me. 'Slid; I think he takes me For Oberon already. Youth, can you tell me How I may speak to night with Amaryllis? Age, by no means to night: this night she lodges With fair Laurinda, old Medorus' daughter. Can you instruct me then how I may meet Amyntas? Who, the madman? Every evening He walks abroad into the valley here With Thestylis. Farewell old walking Ivibush.
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Amaryllis. But Damon breakes thee like a spiders loome! And thou poore face that wer't so oft beli'de For fair and beauteous, by my flattering glasse; I'le teare those crimson roses from my cheekes, That but my selfe nere yet inchanted any. My will is fixt! Where goe you, Amaryllis? Since Damon hates my life I'le goe and see If I can please him in my death: if hee'le but deigne To kisse me, and accept my latest breath, I shall salute the Gods a happy soule. —This dart I'le give him; and upon my knees▪ Beg till I have obtain'd to dye by him: Death from that hand is welcome. I will shew you A way most probable to redeeme his love. I shall wrong you, Laurinda! No injoy him, The treasure of the Earth: my latest words Shall be praiers for you: mild Vrania, Sister in blood to Damon, not in affection, Nymph take this whistle, 'twas a Tritons once, With which I call my Lamb-kins when they stray; 'Tis Amaryllis last bequeathment to you. Live happy sheapheardesse and weare it still! Laurinda, my great legacy is yours, Gentle-ungentle Damon. I re▪bequeath him to my Amarylis: Come therefore amorous maid, be rul'd by mee; This night wee'le sleepe together. And shee too Should dreame of Damon.— Dorylas, goe to Thestylis ▪excuse her this nights absence, Amaryllis Wenches are nere so witty as a bed, And two together make a statesmans head. —Begon to Thestylis. So, I am sure Still Cupids factor: well ere long I see There will be many an heire the more for mee. My Bellamore y'are under good protection; The Temple gates will close unlesse I hast. Vrania, a happy night unto you! The like to her that ipitties the distressed Amaryllis. So so, this hony with the very thought Has made my mouth so lickorish that I must Have something to appease the appetite. Have at Iocastus orchard! dainty Apples, How lovely they looke! Why these are Dorylas sweet-hearts. Now must I be the Princely Oberon, And in a royall humour with the rest Of royall Fairies attendant goe in state To rob an orchard: I have hid my robes On purpose in a hollow tree. Heaven blesse mee! What Pucke, what Goblins this? Thrice Sacred Valley, I kisse thy hallowed Earth! Another lover, Enamour'd of the Ground! Faine would I speake And aske for Amaryllis: but my feare Will not permit mee. Slid; I thinke he takes mee For Oberon already. Youth, can you tell mee How I may speak to night with Amaryllis? Age, by no meanes to night: this night shee lodges With fair Laurinda, old Medorus daughter. Can you instruct me then how I may meet Amyntas? Who, the madman? Every evening He walkes abroad into the vallie here With Thestylis. Farewell old walking Ivibush.