Fedele and Fortunia (Two Italian Gentlemen) · chunk 15 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 T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
How canst thou tell? Even yesterday I heard it of her maid: If it be so, then is he justly plagued from above, And feels that hell of mind, which all forsaken Ghosts do prove Yet can I not believe it Pamphila, before I see, And gather by his answer, that he hath forsaken me. Therefore go seek him out again. Mistress it shall not need, lo where he walks as sad as though his heart within did bleed. Step to him straight. Master Fedele, if you knew as well To love: and her that loves you, to relieve, As you are skilful in deceit to dwell. And to torment whom you should never grieve. Happy were she that bears you in her breast, Happy were you of such a pearl possessed. What meaneth this? Talk with my mistress Sir, and you shall know, Then to thy mistress Pamphila, I go. Mistress Virginia, what's the cause I pray, That you did send of late to seek me out? If you have any thing to me to say, Speak, that I may resolve you of the doubt. Fedele, now behold thy cruelty, Her voice is stopped, and doth for sorrow die. I never thought Fedele to have found, Your show of faith in promises forgot: Your liking dead, and buried in the ground, myself cast off as though you knew me not. To love in jest and turn it to a scorn, Is not the nature of a Gentle borne. Mistress, I love you as I did before, As dearly as the dearest friend you have, Or as a brother, would you any more? Command of me what courtesy may crave. If Fancies lurking poison you remove, And be not shipped in Seas of raging love. Whose great companions are discord and wrath, Flattery, Deceit, Treason and Cruelty: Heaviness of mind, grief, penury, and scathe: Unrest, suspicion, fear, and jealousy, Consuming hunger, and an endless thirst, A living death, life dying with the first. Ah Pamphila, I find thy words are true, The more in liking I did think him bound: The looser he, and hunteth after new, His talk was nothing but an empty sound. Those virtues now, I see he doth despise: That once did paint my picture in his eyes. If justice Palace stand above the skies, And angry gods do look into our life: Some plague no doubt, for him they will devise, And scourge him with some storm of bitter strife. Although he vaunt of conquest here a while, 'tis not praise worthy a woman to beguile. Come Pamphila I'll learn to set him light, That so dissembles with a double tongue, Help to convey me straight out of his sight, Whose wandering choice hath done me double wrong. Farewell Sir, as we met, we mean to part.
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¶How canst thou tell? ¶Euen yesterday I heard it of her maid: ¶If it bée so, then is hée iustly plagued from aboue, And féeles that hell of minde, which all forsakē Ghostes doo prooue Yet can I not beléeue it Pamphila, before I sée, And gather by his answere, that he hath forsaken mée. Therefore goe seeke him out againe. ¶Mistresse it shall not néede, Loe where he walkes as sad as though his heart within did bléde. ¶Steppe to him straighte. ¶Master Fedele, if you knew as well To loue: and her that loues you, to reléeue, As you are skilfull in deceite to dwell. And to torment whome you should neuer gréeue. Happie were she that beares you in her breste, Happie were you of such a pearle posseste. ¶What meaneth this? ¶Talke with my mistresse Sir, and you shall knowe, ¶Then to thy mistresse Pamphila, I goe. Mistresse Virginia, what's the cause I pray, That you did sende of late to séeke me out? If you haue any thing to me to say, Speake, that I may resolue you of the doubt. ¶Fedele, now beholde thy crueltie, Her voyce is stopt, and doth for sorowe die. ¶I neuer thought Fedele to haue founde, Your shewe of faith in promises forgot: Your lyking dead, and buried in the grounde, My selfe cast off as though you knew me not. To loue in ieste and turne it to a scorne, Is not the nature of a Gentle borne. ¶Mistresse, I loue you as I did before, As dearely as the dearest friend you haue, Or as a brother, would you any more? Commande of me what curtesie may craue. If Fancies lurking poyson you remoue, And be not shipt in Seaes of raging loue. Whose great companions are discorde and wrath, Flattery, Deceit, Treason and Crueltie: Heuinesse of minde, gréef, penurie, and scathe: Unrest, suspicion, feare, and Ielousie, Consuming hunger, and an endlesse thirste, A iuing death, life dying with the firste. ¶Ah Pamphila, I finde thy wordes are true, The more in liking I did thinke him bound: The looser he, and hunteth after newe, His talke was nothing but an empty sound. Those vertues nowe, I sée he doth despise: That once did painte my picture in his eyes. If Iustice Pallace stande aboue the skyes, And angrie gods doe looke into our life: Some plague no doubt, for him they will deuise, And scourge him with some storme of bitter strife. Although he vaunt of conquest here a while, T'is not praise worthy a woman to beguile. Come Pamphila I'le learne to set him light, That so dissembles with a double tongue, Helpe to conueighe me streight out of his sight, Whose wandring choyse hath done me double wrong. Farewell Sir, as we met, we meane to parte.