Lyly, John · published 1591 · first performed or written 1588 [Feb 2(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I will furnish you sir. Now for my bow and bolts, give me ink and paper, for my Smiter a penknife: for Scalpellum calami, atramentum, charta libelli, sint semper studiis arma parata meis. Sir will you give over wars, & play with that babble called love? Give over wars? no Epi, Militat omnis amans, et habet sua castea Cupido. Love hath made you very eloquent, but your face is nothing fair. Non formosus erat, sed erat facundus Ulysses. Nay I must seek a new Master if you can speak nothing but verses. Quicquid conabar dicere versus erat. Epi, I feel all Ovid de art amandi lie as heavy at my heart as a load of logs. O what a fine thin hair hath Dipsas, what a pretty low forehead? What a tale & stately nose? What little hollow eyes? What great and goodly lips? how harmless she is being toothless, her fingers fat and short, adorned with long nails like a Bitter. In how sweet a proportion her cheeks hang down to her breasts like dugs, and her paps to her waste like bags. What a low stature she is, and yet what a great foot she carrieth? how thrifty must she be in whom there is no waste? How virtuous is she like to be, over whom no man can be jealous? Stay Master, you forget yourself. O Epi. even as a dish melteth by the fire, so doth my wit increase by love. Pithily, and to the purpose, but what? begin you to nod. Good Epi let me take a nap: for as some man may better steal a horse, then another look over the hedge: so divers shall be sleepy when they would feignest take rest. whoever saw such a woodcock, love Dipsas? without doubt all the world will now account him valiant, that ventureth on her, whom none durst undertake. But here cometh two wags. Thy Master hath slept his share. I think he doth it because he would not pay me my board wages. It is a thing most strange, and I think mine will never return, so that we must both seek new Masters, for we shall never live by our manners. If you want Masters, join with me and serve Sir Tophas, who must needs keep more men, because he is toward marriage. What Epi, where's thy Master? Yonder sleeping in love. Is it possible? He hath taken his thoughts a hole lower, and sayth, seeing it is the fashion of the world, he will vail bonnet to beauty. how is he attired? Lovely. Whom loveth this amorous knight? Dipsas. That ugly creature? Why she is a fool, a scold, fat, without fashion, and quite without favour. Tush you be simple, my Ma. hath a good marriage. Good? as how?
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I wyll furnish you sir. Nowe for my bowe and bolts, giue me ynke and paper, for my Smiter a pen-knife: for Scalpellum calami, atramentum, charta libelli, sint semper studiis arma parata meis. Sir will you giue ouer warres, & play with that bable called loue? Giue ouer warres? no Epi, Militat omnis amans, et habet sua castea Cupido. Loue hath made you very eloquent, but your face is nothing fayre. Non formosus erat, sed erat facundus Vlisses. Nay I must seeke a newe Maister if you can speake nothing but verses. Quicquid conabar dicere versus erat. Epi, I feele all Ouid de arte amandi lie as heauie at my heart as a loade of logges. O what a fine thin hayre hath Dipsas, what a prettie low forehead? VVhat a tale & statelie nose? What little hollowe eyes? What great and goodly lyppes? Howe harmelesse shee is beeing toothlesse, her fingers fatte and short, adorned with long nayles like a Bytter. In howe sweete a proportion her cheekes hang downe to her brests like dugges, and her pappes to her waste like bagges. VVhat a lowe stature shee is, and yet what a great foote shee carryeth? Howe thrifty must she be in whom there is no waste? Hovve vertuous is shee like to be, ouer whom no man can be ielous? Stay Maister, you forget your selfe. O Epi. euen as a dish melteth by the fire, so doth my wit increase by loue. Pithily, and to the purpose, but what? beginne you to nodde. Good Epi let me take a nappe: for as some man may better steale a horse, then another looke ouer the hedge: so diuers shall be sleepie when they woulde fainest take rest. Who euer saw such a woodcock, loue Dipsas? without doubt all the world will novve account him valiant, that ventureth on her, whom none durst vndertake. But heere commeth two wagges. Thy Maister hath slept his share. I thinke he doth it because he would not paie me my boord wages. It is a thing most strange, and I thinke mine will neuer returne, so that wee must both seeke nevve Maisters, for we shall neuer liue by our manners. If you want Maisters, ioyne with me and serue Sir Tophas, who must needes keepe more men, because he is toward marriage. What Epi, wher's thy Maister? Yonder sleeping in loue. Is it possible? Hee hath taken his thoughts a hole lower, and sayth, seeing it is the fashion of the world, hee will vaile bonet to beautie. how is he attyred? Louelie. Whom loueth this amorous knight? Dipsas. That vglie creature? Why shee is a foole, a scold, fat, without fashion, and quite without fauour. Tush you be simple, my Ma. hath a good marriage. Good? as how?