Campaspe (Alexander, Campaspe, and Diogenes) · chunk 23 of 25
Lyly, John · published 1584 · first performed or written c.1583 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.83 · 531 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Forget not your lesson I marvel what your device shallbe. The event shall prove. I pity the poor painter, if he be in love. Pity him not, I pray thee, that severe gravity set aside, what do you think of love? As the Macedonians do of their Herb Beet, which looking yellow in the ground; and black in the hand, think it better seen than touched. But what do you imagine it to be. A word by superstition thought a God, by use turned to an humour, by self will made a flattering madness. You are too hard hearted to think so of love. Let us go to Diogenes. Diogenes, thou mayst think it somewhat, that Alexander cometh to thee again so soon If you come to learn, you could not come soon enough, if to laugh, you be come too soon. It would better become thee to be more courteous, and frame thyself to please. And you losse, if you durst displease. What dost thou think of the time we have here? That we have lit be; and lose much. If one be sick, what wouldest thou have him do? Be sure that he make not his Physician his heir. If thou mightest have thy will, how much ground would content thee? As much as you in the end must be contented withal. What, a world? No, the length of my body. Hephestion, shall I be a little pleasant with him? You may: but he will be very perverse with you. It skilleth not, I cannot be angry with him. Diogenes, I pray thee, what dost thou think of love? A little worser than I can of hate. And why? Because it is better to hate the things, which make to love, then to love the things, which give occasion of hate. Why, be not women the best creatures in the world? Next men and Bees. What dost thou dislike chiefly in a woman? One thing. What? That she is a woman. In mine opinion thou wert never born of a woman, that thou thinkest so hardly of women. But not cometh Apelles, who I am sure is as far from thy thoughts, as thou art from his cunning. Diogenes, I will have thy cabin removed nearer to my court, because I will be a philosopher And when you have done so, I pray you remove your court further from my cabin, because I will not be a courtier. But here cometh Apelles. Apelles, what piece of work have you now in hand? None in hand, if it like your majesty: but I am devising a platform in my head. I think your hand put it in your head. Is it nothing about Venus? No, but some thing about Venus. Apelles, Apelles, look about you, your shaped is on fire. Ay me, if the picture of Campaspe be burnt, I am undone. Stay Apelles, no haste, it is your heart is on fire, not your shop, & if Camp. hang there, I would she were burnt. But have you the picture of Campaspe? belike you love her well, that you care not though all be lost, so she be safe.
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Forget not your lesson I what your deuice shalbe. The euent shall proue. I pittie the poore painter, if he be in loue. Pittie him not, I pray thee, that seuere grauity set aside, what do you think of loue? As the Macedonians doe of their Hearbe Beet, which looking yellow in the ground; and blacke in the hand, thinke it better seene then toucht. But what do you imagine it to be. A word by superstition thought a God, by vse turned to an humour, by self will made a slattering madnesse. You are too hard harted to think so of loue. Let vs go to Diogenes. Diogenes, thou maist think it somwhat, that Alexander commeth to thee againe so soone If you come to learn, you could not come soone enough, if to laugh, you be come too soone. It would better become thee to be more curteous, and frame thy self to please. And you losse, if you durst displease. What dost thou think of the time we haue here? That we haue lit be; and lose much. If one be sick, what wouldest thou haue him do? Be sure that he make not his Phisiton his hie. If thou mightest haue thy wil, how much groūd would content thee? As much as you in the ende must bee contented withall. What, a world? No, the length of my body. Hephestion, shal I be a litle pleasaunt with him? You may: but he wil be very peruerse with you. It skilleth not, I cannot be angry with him. Diogenes, I pray thee, what dost thou think of loue? A litle worser then I can of hate. And why? Because it is better to hate the thinges, which make to loue, thē to loue the things, which giue occasion of hate. Why, be not women the best creatures in the world? Next men and Bees. What dost thou dislike chiefly in a woman? One thing. What? That she is a woman. In mine opinion thou wert neuer born of a woman, that thou thinkest so hardly of womē. But not cō meth Apelles, who I am sure is as far from thy thoghts, as thou art frō his cunning. Diogenes, I wil haue thy cabin remoued nerer to my court, because I wil be a philosopher And when you haue done so, I pray you remoue your court further from my cabinne, because I wil not be a courtier. But here commeth Apelles. Apelles, what peece of work haue you now in hand? None in hand, if it like your maiestie: but I am deuising a platforme in my head. I think your hand put it in your head. Is it nothing about Venus? No, but some thing about Venus. Apelles, Apelles, looke about you, your shope is on fire. Ay me, if the picture of Campaspe be burnt, I am vndone. Stay Apelles, no haste, it is your hart is on fire, not your shop, & if Camp. hang there, I wold she were burnt. But haue you the picture of Campaspe? Beelike you loue her wel, that you care not thogh al be lost, so she be safe.