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 · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Yes. Then who can it be but Cynthia, whose virtues being all divine, must needs bring things to pass that be miraculous. Go, humble thyself to Cynthia, tell her the success, of which myself shall be a witness. And this assure thyself, that she that sent to find means for his safety, will now work her cunning. How fortunate am I, if Cynthia be she that may do it. how fond art thou, if thou do not believe it? I will hasten thither, that I may entreat on my knees for succour, and embrace in mine arms my friend. I will go with thee, for unto Cynthia must I discover all my sorrows, who also must work in me a contentment. May I now know the cause? That shall be as we walk, and I doubt not but the strangeness of my tale will take away the tediousness of our journey. Let us go. I follow. I Marvel Corsites giveth me so much liberty: all the world knowing his charge to be so high, and his nature to be most strange, who hath so ill entreated Ladies of great honour, that he hath not suffered them to look out of windows, much less to walk abroad: it may be he is in love with me, for (Endymion, hard hearted Endymion, excepted) what is he that is not enamoured of my beauty? But what respectest thou the love of all the world, Endymion hates thee. Alas poor Endymion, my malice hath exceeded my love: and thy faith to Cynthia, quenched my affections. Quenched Tellus? nay kindled them afresh; in so much that I find scorching flames, for dead embers, and cruel encounters of war in my thoughts, in steed of sweet parleys. Ah that I might once again see Endymion, accursed girl, what hope hast thou to see Endymion? on whose head already are grown grey hairs, and whose life must yield to Nature, before Cynthia end her displeasure. Wicked Dipsas, and most devilish Tellus, the one for cunning too exquisite, the other for hate too intolerable. Thou wast commanded to weave the stories & Poetries, wherein were showed both examples & punishments of tattling tongues, and thou hast only embroidered the sweet face of Endymion, devices of love, melancholy imaginations, and what not, out of thy work, that thou shouldst study to pick out of thy mind. But here cometh Corsites, I must seem yielding and stout, full of mildness, yet tempered with a Majesty: for if I be too flexible, I shall give him more hope than I mean, if too froward, enjoy less liberty than I would, love him I cannot, & therefore will practise that which is most contrary to our sex, to dissemble. Fair Tellus, I perceive you rise with the Lark, and to yourself sing with the Nightingale.
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Yes. Then who can it bee but Cynthia, whose vertues beeing all diuine, must needes bring things to passe that bee myraculous. Goe, humble thy selfe to Cynthia, tell her the successe, of which my selfe shall bee a witnesse. And this assure thy selfe, that shee that sent to finde meanes for his safetie, will now worke her cunning. How fortunate am I, if Cynthia be she that may doo it. Howe fonde art thou, if thou doo not beleeue it? I will hasten thither, that I may intreat on my knees for succour, and imbrace in mine armes my friend. I will goe with thee, for vnto Cynthia must I discouer all my sorrowes, who also must worke in mee a contentment. May I nowe knowe the cause? That shall bee as wee walke, and I doubt not but the straungnesse of my tale will take away the tediousnesse of our iourney. Let vs goe. I followe. I Maruell Corsites giueth me so much libertie: all the worlde knowing his charge to bee so high, and his nature to bee most straunge, who hath so ill intreated Ladies of great honour, that he hath not suffered them to looke out of windowes, much lesse to walke abroade: it may bee hee is in loue with mee, for (Endimion, hard harted Endimion, excepted) what is he that is not enamourd of my beautie? But what respectest thou the loue of all the world, Endimion hates thee. Alas poore Endimion, my maylce hath exceeded my loue: and thy faith to Cynthia, quenched my affections. Quenched Tellus? nay kindled them a fresh; in so much that I finde scorching flames, for dead embers, and cruell encounters of warre in my thoughtes, in steede of sweete parlees. Ah that I might once againe see Endimion, accursed girle, what hope hast thou to see Endimion? on whose head already are growne gray haires, and whose life must yeelde to Nature, before Cynthia ende her displeasure. Wicked Dipsas, and most deuilish Tellus, the one for cunning too exquisit, the other for hate too intollerable. Thou wast commanded to weaue the stories & Poetries, wherin were shewed both examples & punishments of tatling tongues, and thou hast only imbrodered the sweet face of Endimion, deuises of loue, melancholy imaginations, and what not, out of thy worke, that thou shouldst studie to picke out of thy mind. But here cometh Corsites, I must seeme yeelding and stoute, ful of mildnesse, yet tempered with a Maiestie: for if I be too flexible, I shall giue him more hope then I meane, if too froward, enioy lesse liberty then I would, loue him I cannot, & therfore will practise that which is most contrarie to our sex, to dissemble. Faire Tellus, I perceiue you rise with the Larke, and to your selfe sing with the Nightingale.