Lyly, John · published 1584 · first performed or written c.1583 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
It will not be, I can take no rest, which way soever I turn. A strange malady. Mileta, if thou wilt, a martyrdom. But give me my lute, and I will see if in song I can beguile mine own eyes. Here madam. Have you sent for Phao? Yea. And to bring simples that will procure sleep? No. Foolish wensh, what should the boy do here, if he bring not remedies with him? you think belike I could sleep if I did but see him, Let him not come at all, yes, let him come: no, it is no matter: yet will I try, let him come: do you hear? Yea madam, it shall be done Peace, no noise: she beginneth to fall asleep. I will go to Phao. Go speedily: for if she wake, and find you not here, she will be angry. Sick folks are testy, who though they eat nothing yet they feed on gall. I would either your cunning, Phao, or your fortune might by simples provoke my Lady to some slumber. My simples are in operation as my simplicity is, which if they do little good, assuredly they can do no harm. Were I sick, the very sight of thy fair face would drive me into a sound sleep. Indeed Gentlewomen are so drowsy in their desires, that they can scarce hold up their eyes for love. I mean the delight of beauty would so blind my senses, as I should be quickly rocked into a deep rest. You women have an excuse for an advantage, which must be allowed: because only to you women it was allotted. Phao, thou art passing fair, & able to draw a chaste eye not only to glance: but to gaze on thee. Thy young years, thy quick wit, thy stayed desires are of force to control those which should command. Lady, I forgot to commend you first, and least I should have overslipped to praise you at all, you have brought in my beauty, which is simple, that in courtesy I might remember yours, which is singular. You mistake of purpose, or misconster of malice. I am as far from malice, as you from love, & to mistake of purpose, were to mislike of peevishness. As far as I from love? Why, think you me so dull I cannot love, or so spiteful I will not? Neither Lady: but how should men imagine women can love, when in their mouths there is nothing rifer, than in faith I do not love. Why, will you have women's love in their tongs? Yea, else do I think there is none in their hearts. Why? Because there was never any thing in the bottom of a woman's heart, that cometh not to her tongue's end. You are too young to cheapen love. Yet old enough to talk with market folks. Well, let us in. Phao is come. Who? Phao? Phao, let him come near: but who sent for him?
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It wil not be, I can take no reste, which way soeuer I turne. A straunge maladie. Mileta, if thou wilt, a Martiredom. But giue me my lute, and I will see if in songe I can beguile mine owne eies. Here Madame. Haue you sent for Phao? Yea. And to bring simples that will procure sleepe? No. Foolish wensh, what should the boy do heere, if he bring not remedies with him? you thinke belike I could sleep if I did but see him, Let him not come at al, yes, let him come: no, it is no matter: yet will I trie, lette him come: doe you heare? Yea Madame, it shall be doone Peace, no noise: shee beginneth to fall asleepe. I will goe to Phao. Goe speedily: for if she wake, and finde you not heere, shee will bee angry. Sicke folkes are testie, who though they eate nothing yet they feede on gall. I woulde eyther your cunning, Phao, or your fortune might by simples prouoke my Lady to some slumber. My simples are in operation as my simplicitie is, which if they do litle good, assuredly they can doe no harme. Were I sicke, the verye sight of thy faire face would driue me into a sound sleepe. Indeede Gentlewomen are so drowsie in their desires, that they can scarce hold vp their eies for loue. I meane the delight of bewtie would so blinde my senses, as I shoulde bee quickly rocked into a deepe rest. You women haue an excuse for an aduauntage, which must be allowed: because onely to you women it was allotted. Phao, thou art passing faire, & able to drawe a chaste eie not only to glaunce: but to gaze on thee. Thy yong yeares, thy quick wit, thy staied desires are of force to controll those which should commaund. Lady, I forgot to commend you first, and leaste I shoulde haue ouerslipped to praise you at all, you haue brought in my bewtie, which is simple, that in curtisie I might remember yours, which is singular. You mistake of purpose, or miscōster of malice. I am as farre from malice, as you from loue, & to mistake of purpose, were to mislike of peeuishnes. As far as I from loue? Why, think you me so dul I cannot loue, or so spitefull I will not? Neither Lady: but how shoulde men imagine women can loue, when in their mouths there is nothing rifer, then in faith I do not loue. Why, wil you haue womēs loue in their tongs? Yea,els do I think there is none in their harts. Why? Because there was neuer any thing in the bottō of a womans hart, that commeth not to her tongs end. You are too young to cheapen loue. Yet old ynough to talk with market folkes. Well, let vs in. Phao is come. Who?Phao? Phao, let him come neere: but who sent for him?