Richards, Nathaniel · published 1640 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.81 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Whence proceeds this fray. From that concerns the credits of best men Which of us three in our affections prized Your excellence most. And was that the cause? we do embrace and preciously account The vigour of your loves; so you no more So full of spite, let prosecute your hate. With the like hardy daring, 'twill not please. We should esteem your jars ridiculous Issuing from brainless wit discerned in others. And as 'tis common to our eminent Sex, Triumph instate, and glory in your falls; Yet th'operation of your loves so works, That it scruze ours to judge the contrary. Dry up your wounds with care; then come to court Love shall entrance your souls; prepare for sport. I'll study Art in love for recompense. My love shall mount. Mine yield profuse expense. Here was a storm of mischief soon blown o'er, 'Twas to preserve them for a wicked life, But since these complices are gone that are Not worth lest memory; behold this book, Set my dear friend, and I will read to thee Of that high Majesty puissant Ens, From whom we have our being, life, and soul, Which should dull flinty inconsiderate man, When with black deeds i'th' miry bog of sin, Beast like he wallows; considers right, Thinks on his present state (whence came and must) Then on that terrible Thunderer that sees, His actions kick at heaven; he then no more Would dare t'offend his Maker, but with tears, Lament his soul's pollution, which doth give Matter, by which men's souls immortal live, But through an unfrequented heaviness I am prevented. Repose a while I'll read. Make us celestial happy with thy news, Art thou sure 'tis he. 'Tis, 'tis Montanus, Sure as I live, I took full view of him Before and after the fight; then with drawn Within you grove of Oakes. My hearts on fire To clip him; fly swift as thought Saufellus Conduct him to our Paradise of joy, If he escape desire then confound us, We only viewed him once, but then the time Crossed our desires; blessed opportunity That makes our happiness a very heaven we'll build an Altar, and erect a shrine That shall eternize thee for this; were't my brother Resembled him we so entirely love, we'd force him ravish pleasure if not kill Be a Semiramis to sate our will. Haile to Montanus. Sir the like to you. 'Tis th'empress pleasure you attend her will. Know you the cause. Delay not with demands theyare frivolous Will you along. Your favour sir a while; I'll but awake my friend, (Soho) sleepy still, Pray heaven this heaviness imports no harm. How's this, my friend departed, I alone, I know not what to think, 'tis very strange, He thus unwaked would leave me; sure he strived, Yet I so fast, that he no doubt was loath To break my rest; 'tis so, and some chief cause Which I might well dispense with drew him hence. I'll to his father's house, there certain find Or hear of him.
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Whence proceeds this fray. From that concernes the credits of best men Which of us three in our affections priz'd Your excellence most. And was that the cause? Wee doe embrace and pretiously account The vigour of your loves; so you no more So full of spight, let prosecute your hate. With the like hardy daring, twill not please. We should esteeme your jarres rediculous Issuing from brainelesse wit discern'd in others. And as 'tis common to our emminent Sex, Triumph instate, and glory in your falls; Yet th'operation of your loves so workes, That it scruze ours to judge the contrary. Dry up your wounds with care; then come to court Love shall entrance your soules; prepare for sport. Ile study Art in love for recompence. My love shall mount. Mine yeeld profuse expence. Here was a storme of mischiefe soone blowne or'e, 'Twas to preserve them for a wicked life, But since these complices are gon that are Not worth least memory; behold this booke, Set my deare friend, and I will read to thee Of that high Majestie puissant Ens, From whom we have our being, life, and soule, Which should dull flintie inconsiderate man, When with black deeds 'ith myrie bog of sinne, Beast like he wallowes; considers right, Thinkes on his present state (whence came and must) Then on that terrible Thunderer that sees, His actions kick at heaven; he then no more Would dare t'offend his Maker, but with teare, Lament his soules polution, which doth give Matter, by which mens soules immortall live, But through an unfrequented heavinesse I am prevented. Repose a while I'le reade. Make us celestiall happy with thy newes, Art thou sure 'tis he. 'Tis, 'tis Montanus, Sure as I live, I tooke full view of him Before and after the fight; then with drawne Within you grove of Oakes. My hearts on fire To clip him; fly swift as thought Saufellus Conduct him to our Paradice of joy, If he escape desire then confound us, We onely view'd him once, but then the time Crost our desires; blest opportunitie That makes our happinesse a very heav'n Wee'l build an Altar, and erect a shrine That shall eternize thee for this; wer't my brother Resembled him we so intirely love, Wee'd force him ravish pleasure if not kill Be a Siamis to sate our will. Haile to Montanus. Sir the like to you. 'Tis th'Emp'resse pleasure you attend her will. Know you the cause. Delay not with demands th'are frivilous Will you along. Your favour sir a while; I'le but awake my friend, (So-ho) sleepy still, Pray heaven this heavinesse imports no harme. How's this, my friend departed, I alone, I know not what to thinke, 'tis very strange, He thus unwak'd would leave me; sure he striv'd, Yet I so fast, that he no doubt was loath To breake my rest; 'tis so, and some chiefe cause Which I might well dispence with drew him hence. I'le to his fathers house, there certaine finde Or heare of him.