Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1636 [licensed for stage, Mar 12] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.84 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Then I believe you sir, No man will be so worthless to dissemble With me, who cannot think but all the world Intends the same reality that I do: Yet 'tis an error, which persuasion scarce Shall free me from: that every woman ought To love a man with that indifferent heat She fancies other women, without sense Of difference twixt the Sexes. Soul of sweetness, How equally an angel's intellect Informs her sacred Reason: to love chastely, Could not have been defined with juster strictness, Had we produced the constancy of Swans, Or never changing Turtles, as our patterns, (T'had but described chaste love) the Palm that prospers, (Not but by's fellow) and the Vine that weaves Of her own leaves a thin, yet glorious mantle For her naked lover. Do but emblem what Her truth has uttered: but resolve me fair one, Could you affect so? If that were all Requisite to love, I could; but there's obedience A Nuptial wreath brings with it, which I fear My frailty would scarce keep, and to become Perfidious to a vow were such a sin As I should quake to think of. You allege Vain difficulties: I perceive your looks Would be propitious to me, did your will, Ashamed perhaps to suffer sudden conquest, Not play the Tyrant with them, and call back The crimson Nectar from your well-formed cheek To guard your heart from yielding: come, let's kiss, The modest heat proceeding from my lips Will thaw your soul to softness. Away, we may not; If true— chaste love had rested in discourse, I could have been its votary, but a thought Of any thing beyond it, is to me Dangerous as sickness: farewell sir. Sure some white Cherubin, Coming to teach the irreligious earth The ancient truth; in its swift flight to heaven, Pronounced that happy farewell to the souls Its music had converted, I've not lost In my first trial, like some venturous man, Who finds the Indies, though he get small wealth, Yet he sets forth again, in hopes at last To lade his winged vessel: I'll return. That fire's not out, which does in Ashes burn. SO, now it works: the operation I believe is not on the sudden, and my wound rankles as fast as if he had run his Rapier through a Head of Garlic, or washed it in Aqua fortis; and this weapon salve, so much extolled byth' Twibill Knights, commended by Mixum, deified by Urinal, and adored by my believing self, procures no more miraculous effect, than if it were unguentum album. Well, I am confident yet, there's no defect i'th' unguent; my blood, my blood is sure anathemated; carries some cursed impediment about it, that disannuls the virtue and incomparable force of the divine salve. This Dutch blood of mine, guilty of Bacon grease, and potted Butter— Soft, who are these? my cousin Fortress, General of the Twibill Knights; and his assistant Pirke, with Mr. Mixum; 'twere a detriment to valour to complain before them.
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Then I believe you sir, No man will be so worthlesse to dissemble With me, who cannot thinke but all the world Intends the same reality that I doe: Yet tis an errour, which perswasion scarce Shall free me from: that every woman ought To love a man with that indifferent heate She fancies other women, without sence Of difference twixt the Sexes. Soule of sweetnesse, How equally an Angels intellect Informes her sacred Reason: to love chastly, Could not have bin defin'd with juster strictnesse, Had we produc'd the constancy of Swans, Or never changing Turtles, as our patternes, (T'had but describ'd chaste love) the Palme that prospers, (Not but by's fellow) and the Vine that weaves Of her owne leaves a thinne, yet glorious mantle For her naked lover. Doe but embleme what Her truth has utt'red: but resolve me faire one, Could you affect so? If that were all Requisite to love, I could; but there's obedience A Nuptiall wreath brings with it, which I feare My frailty would scarce keepe, and to become Perfidious to a vow were such a sinne As I should quake to thinke of. You alledge Vaine difficulties: I perceive your looks Would be propitious to me, did your will, Asham'd perhaps to suffer suddaine conquest, Not play the Tyrant with them, and call backe The crimson Nectar from your well-form'd cheeke To guard your heart from yielding: come, let's kisse, The modest heate proceeding from my lips Will thaw your soule to softnesse. Away, we may not; If true—chaste love had rested in discourse, I could have beene its votary, but a thought Of any thing beyond it, is to me Dangerous as sicknesse: farewell sir. Sure some white Cherubim, Comming to teach the irreligious earth The ancient truth; in its swift flight to heaven, Pronounc'd that happy farewell to the soules Its musicke had converted, I've not lost In my first tryall, like some ventrous man, Who findes the Indies, though he get small wealth, Yet he sets forth agen, in hopes at last To lade his winged vessell: Ile returne. That fire's not out, which does in Ashes burne. SO, now it workes: the operation I believe is not on the suddaine, and my wound rancles as fast as if hee had runne his Rapier through a Head of Garlicke, or wash'd it in Aqua fortis; and this weapon salve, so much extold byth' Twiball Knights, commended by Mixum, deified by Vrinall, and adored by my believing selfe, procures no more miraculous effect, than if it were unguentum album. Well, I am confident yet, there's no defect ith' guent; my blood, my blood is sure anathemated; carries some curs'd impediment about it, that disannuls the vertue and incomparable force of the divine slve. This Dutch blood of mine, guilty of Bacon grease, and potted Butter—Sof, who are these? my Cozen Fortresse, Generall of the Twiball Knights; and his assistant Pirke, with Mr. Mixum; twere a detriment to valour to complaine before them.