Fedele and Fortunia (Two Italian Gentlemen) · chunk 8 of 30
Pasqualigo, Luigi / Munday, Anthony · published 1585 · first performed or written 1584 [1579-1584] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Here is the Image of a man, made out in Virgin wax, Which being pricked, or toasted in the flame of burning Flax. He that you love shall come and throw himself before your feet: More humble than a Lamb, to do what you shall think is meet. O that is it. This is it must do my Mistress good: By Images it must be wrought, Love is a holy Rood. We must withdraw ourselves aside, and work it out of sight: Enter my house, the Sun is set, & now begins the night. Soft, for it is night, I must not make any noise I trow: methinks this apparel makes me learned, which of all these Stars do I know. Yonder is the green Dog, and the blue Bear, Harry Horners Girdle, and the lions ear. methinks I should spout Lattin before I beware, Argus mecum insputare? Cur Canis tollit poplitem, Cum mingit in parietem? Alice tittle tattle Mistress Victoria's Maid: If I speak like the Schoolmaster, she will never be afraid. As soon as she opens the door to let me in: With my Ropericall aliquanci I will begin. Swinum, Velum, Porcum. Graye-goosorum iostibus: Rentibus dentibus, lofadishibus, come after us. I have bewrayed myself I think with speaking so high: This is Sir Fedele that is so nigh. Till he be past it were not good for me to appear: Therefore I'll slip into the Temple, and hide me in the Tomb that standeth here. Too strange it is, that when I should rejoice, A chilling fear doth flit through every vain: And when I hope to hear Victoria's voice, Doubt throws me down into despair again. The comfort that she gave me, was so cold: That for my life I dare not be too bold. Degeneres animos timor arguit, faint heart never won fair Lady they say: And Amor odit inertes, take that by the way. Seeing she appointed this time, forward with a courage, never stand you in doubt: Imagination many times fetcheth wonders about. Not because it changeth the course of the thing you would find: But because it doth rule and govern the mind. I shiver still, come bear me company, Until thou seest me nearer to the door: Thy speech doth give me comfort mightily, And eggs me on unto it more and more. Andate allegramente, you are right under her window now: What shall I do, will you have me to leave you? Not so, but stay until thou seest me in: To give the sign I purpose to begin. What meaneth this? a letter: woe is me, Where shall I read it? light within the Temple I do see. This greeting methinks is none of the best: I see by his countenance he likes not the rest. Ah cruel Dame that can dissemble so, Die poor Fedele, life thou must forego. What news in your letter Sir, tell me? Read it thyself and see.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
¶Héer is the Image of a man, made out in Uirgin waxe, Which béeing prickt, or toasted in the flame of burning Flaxe. Hée that you looue shall come and throwe him selfe before your féet: More humble then a Lambe, to doo what you shall think is méet. ¶O that is it. ¶This is it must doo my Mistres good: By Images it must be wrought, Looue is a holy Rood. ¶Wée must withdrawe our selues aside, and woork it out of sight: ¶Enter my house, the Sun is set, & now begins the night. SOfte, for it is night, I must not make any noyse I trowe: Me thinks this apparell makes me learnd, which of all these Starres doo I knowe. Yonder is the gréen Dog, and the blew Beare, Harry Horners Girdle, and the Lyons eare. Me thinkes I should spowt Lattin before I beware, Argus mecum insputare? Cur Canis tollit poplitem, Cum mingit in parietem? Alice tittle tattle Mistres Victoriaes Maid: If I speake like the Schoolmaister, shée will neuer be afraid. As soon as she opens the doore to let mée in: With my Ropericall aliquanci I will begin. Swinum, Velum, Porcum. Graye-goosorum iostibus: Rentibus dentibus, lofadishibus, come after vs. I haue berayed my selfe I think with speaking so high: This is Sir Fedele that is so nigh. Till he be past it were not good for mée to appéere: Therfore Ile slip into the Temple, and hide me in the Tombe that standeth héere. ¶Too straunge it is, that when I should reioyce, A chilling feare dooth flit through euery vaine: And when I hope to heare Victoriaes voice, Doubt throwes me downe into dispaire again. The comfort that she gaue me, was so colde: That for my life I dare not be too bolde. ¶Degeneres animos timor arguit, faint hart neuer wun faire Lady they say: And Amor odit inertes, take that by the way. Séeing shée appointed this time, forward with a courage, neuer stand you in doubt: Imagination many times fetcheth wunders about. Not because it changeth the course of the thing you would finde: But because it dooth rule and gouern the minde. ¶I shiuer still, come beare me company, Untill thou seest mée nearer to the doore: Thy spéech dooth giue me comfort mightily, And egges me on vnto it more and more. ¶Andate allegramente, you are right vnder her windowe now: What shall I doo, will you haue me to leaue you? ¶Not so, but stay vntill thou séest me in: To giue the signe I purpose to begin. What meaneth this? a letter: woe is mée, Where shall I read it? light within the Temple I doo sée. ¶This gréeting me thinkes is none of the best: I sée by his countenaunce he likes not the rest. ¶Ah cruell Dame that can dissemble so, Dye poore Fedele, life thou must forgoe. ¶What newes in your letter Sir, tell mée? ¶Read it thy selfe and sée.