Campaspe (Alexander, Campaspe, and Diogenes) · chunk 24 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 unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Not love her: but your Majesty knows that painters in their last works are said to excel themselves, and in this I have so much pleased myself, that the shadow as much delighteth me being an artificer, as the substance doth others that are amorous. You lay your colours grossly, though I could not paint in your shop, I can spy into your excuse. Be not ashamed Apelles, it is a Gentleman's sport to be in love. Call hither Campaspe. methinks I might have been made privy to your affection, though my counsel had not been necessary, yet my countenance might have been thought requisite. But Apelles forsooth loveth under hand, yea & under Alexander's nose, and, but I say no more. Apelles loveth not so: but he liveth to do as Alexander will. Campaspe, here is news, Apel. is in love with you. It pleaseth your majesty to say so. Hephestion, I will try her to. Campaspe, for the good qualities I know in Apelles and the virtue I see in you, I am determined you shall enjoy one the other. how say you Campaspe, would you say, I? Your handmaid must obey, if you command. Think you not Hephestion that she would feign be commanded? I am no thought catcher, but I guess unhappily. I will not enforce marriage, where I cannot compel love. But your majesty may move a question, where you be willing to have a match. Hephestion, these parties are agreed, they would have me both priest and witness. Apelles, take Campaspe, why move ye not? Campaspe, take Apelles, will it not be? If you be ashamed one of the other, by my consent you shall never come together. But dissemble not Campaspe, do you love Apelles? Pardon my Lord, I love Apelles. Apelles, it were a shame for you, being loved so openly of so fair a virgin, to say the contrary. Do you love Campaspe? Only Campaspe. Two loving worms, Hephestion, I perceive Alexander cannot subdue the affections of men, though he conquer their countries. Love falleth like dew aswell upon the low grass, as upon the high cedar. Sparks have their heat, Ants their gall, Flies their spleen. Well, enjoy one another, I give her thee frankly Apelles. Thou shalt see that Alexander maketh but a toy of love, and leadeth affection in setters, using fancy as a fool to make him sport, or as a minstrel to make him merry. It is not the amorous glance of an eye can settle an idle thought in the heart, no no, it is children's game, a life for seamsters and scholars, the one pricking in clouts have nothing else to think on, the other picking fancies out of books, have little else to marvel at. Go Apelles take with you your Campaspe, Alexander is cloyed with looking on that, which thou wondredst at. Thanks to your majesty on bended knee; you have honoured Apelles. Thanks with bowed heart, you have blessed Campaspe.
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Not loue her: but your Maiestie knowes that painters in their last works are said to excell themselues, and in this I haue so much pleased my self, that the shadow as much delighteth mee beeing an artificer, as the substaunce doth others that are amorous. You lay your colours grosely, though I could not paint in your shop, I cā spy into your excuse. Be not ashamed Apelles, it is a Gentlemans sport to be in loue. Call hither Campaspe. Me thinks I might haue bin made priuie to your affection, though my counsel had not beene necessary, yet my countenance might haue bin thought requisite. But Apelles forsooth loueth vnder hand, yea & vnder Alexanders nose, and, but I say no more. Apelles loueth not so: but he liueth to do as Alexander will. Compaspe, here is newes, Apel. is in loue with you. It pleaseth your maiesty to say so. Hephestion, I wil try her to. Campaspe, for the good qualities I know in Apelles and the vertue I see in you, I am determined you shal enioy one the other. Howe saye you Campaspe, would you say, I? Your handmaid must obey, if you commaund. Think you not Hephestion that shee would faine be commaunded? I am no thought catcher, but I gesse vnhappily. I will not enforce mariage, where I cannot cō pel loue. But your maiestie may moue a question, where you be willing to haue a match. `Hephestion, these parties are agreed, they would haue me both priest and witnesse. Apelles, take Campaspe, why moue ye not? Campaspe, take Apelles, wil it not be? If you be ashamed one of the other, by my consent you shal neuer come togeather. But dissemble not Campaspe, do you loue Apelles? Pardon my Lord, I loue Apelles. Apelles, it were a shame for you, being loued so openly of so faire a virgin, to say the contrary. Doe you loue Campaspe? Onely Campaspe. Two louing wormes, Hephestion, I perceiue Alexander cannot subdue the affections of menne, though he cōquer their countries. Loue falleth like dew aswel vpō the low grasse, as vppon the high Caedar. Sparkes haue their heate, Antes their gall, Flyes their splene. Well, enioy one an other, I giue her thee frāckly Apelles. Thou shalt see that Alexander maketh but a toye of loue, and leadeth affection in setters, vsing fācie as a foole to make him sport, or as a minstrell to make him merry. It is not the amorous glaunce of an eie can settle an idle thought in the heart, no no, it is childrens game, a life for seamesters and schollers, the one pricking in cloutes haue nothing els to thinke on, the other picking fancies out of books, haue litle els to meruaile at. Go Apelles take with you your Campaspe, Alexander is cloied with looking on that, which thou wondredst at. Thankes to your maiestie on bended knee; you haue honoured Apelles. Thankes with bowed hearte▪ you haue blessed Campaspe.