Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1636 [licensed for stage, Mar 12] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
O you are pleasant servant; did you know How near I am to death, and for your sake, Your humour soon would alter. Truly, fair one, It is a sweetness in you, I could wish Were tempered with less passion: (Your much care Of my unworthy self;) 'tis but a fortnight, Since last my eyes enriched their needy sight, By the reflection of these stars, and had The least ill seized me, you had been the first Whose ears would have received it; harms are aptest To be reported where they are least welcome. They are indeed, and one of yours is come To kill my knowledge; such a one, as had You worn a common heart, no strong disease Could have dispatched sooner. I feel No inclination in my faculties Tending to sickness: I have never yet By nightly surfeits forced my youthful blood To a distemper. Would your youthful blood Has ne'er forced you one. Perfidious man, Had I achieved the patience of a Saint (Seclude my love to thee) I should in rage Title thee worthless: nay, a name above That hateful appellation: did you never Injure a Creature of your mothers one Martha? Ha: how mean you Lady? In the black act of Sin, when you designed Her honour, as a carcase to the Grave, Wherever since your deed of ill was acted, 'T has slept lost and forgotten. By just truth. Invoke your falsehood, if you dare erect On the black number of your heed less oaths A monument to perjury. White truth, Flies from the rancorous poison of your breath, As from a stifling damp. Can you deny Without a blush what I have urged? My resolution staggers a tall Oak, Whose weighty top has discomposed his roots) When whirlwinds do assault it, fits unmoved, Balanced with me, to recollect the strength Of impudence, and deeply contradict Her mightiest affirmation, were to wage A feeble war with truth. Say I did Mistress; 'twas ere a thought reciprocal enjoined me A serious duty to you and your mercy, In which you do approach as near heaven's goodness, As heaven does blessed eternity, will pardon that wit less error in me. Truth I shall not: the harmless Myrtle first shall live in frosts, And the pale Cowslips flourish, ere warm showers With quickening moisture raises them to tell The early Violets they are not alone The Springs prime Virgins: my peculiar wrong I freely pardon: but if you respect Your conscience, seek that injured woman, and Restore by sacred marriage the sad loss Of her deprived fame. Do it Freewit, heaven Will smile at thy integrity; my tears Shall strive to wash your crime away. She weeps: so choice flowers, when extracting fire, Enforces their lost leaves to a mild warmness, Do through the Limbeck temperately distil Their odoriferous tears. But 'tis most just To lose a chaste love, when distained with lust. BUt are you certain Urinal this ointment is orthodoxal; may I without error in my faith believe this same the weapon salve Authentical?
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—O you are pleasant servant; did you know How neare I am to death, and for your sake, Your humour soone would alter. Truely, faire one, It is a sweetnesse in you, I could wish Were temper'd with lesse passion: (Your much care Of my unworthy selfe;) tis but a fortnight, Since last my eyes enricht their needy sight, By the reflection of these starres, and had The least ill seas'd me, you had bin the first Whose eares would have receiv'd it; harmes are aptest To be reported where they are least welcome. They are indeed, and one of yours is come To kill my knowledge; such a one, as had You worne a common heart, no strong disease Could have dispatched sooner. —I feele No inclination in my faculties Tending to sicknesse: I have never yet By nightly sursets forc'd my youthfull blood To a distemper. Would your youthfull blood Has ne're forc'd you one. Perfidious man, Had I atchiev'd the patience of a Saint (Seclude my love to thee) I should in rage Title thee worthlesse: nay, a name above That hatefull appellation: did you never Injure a Creature of your mothers one Martha? Ha: how meane you Lady? In the blacke act of Sinne, when you design'd Her honour, as a carcasse to the Grave, Whereever since your deed of ill was acted, 'T has slept lost and forgotten. By just truth. Invoke your falsehood, if you dare etect On the blacke number of your heed lesse oathes A monument to perjury. White truth, Flies from the ranckorous poyson of your breath, As from a stifling dampe. Can you deny Without a blush what I have urg'd? My resolution staggers a tall Oake, Whose weighty top has discompos'd his roots) When whirlewinds doe assault it, fits unmov'd, Ballanc'd with me, to recollect the strength Of impudence, and deeply contradict Her mightiest affirmation, were to wage A feeble warre with truth. Say I did Mistris; Twas ere a thought reciprocall enjoynd me A serious duty to you and your mercy, In which you doe approach as neare heavens goodnesse, As heaven does blest eternity, wil pardon that wit lesse error in me. Truth I shall nt: the harmlesse Mirtle first shall live in frosts, And the pale Couslips flourish, ere warme showres With quickning moysture raises them to tell The erly Violets they are not alone The Springs prime Virgins: my peculiar wrong I freely pardon: but if you respect Your conscience, seeke that injur'd woman, and Restore by sacred marriage the sad losse Of her deprived fame. Doe it Free-wit, heaven Will smile at thy integrity; my teares Shall strive to wash your crime away. She weeps: so choice flowers, when extracting fire, Inforces their lost leaves to a mild warmnesse, Doe through the Lymbecke temperately distill Their odoriferous teares. But tis most just To lose a chaste love, when distain'd with lust. BUt are you certaine Vrinall this oyntment is Orthodoxall; may I without errour in my faith believe this same the weapon salve Authenticall?