Lyly, John · published 1591 · first performed or written 1588 [Feb 2(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) · before the Court unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
How say you my Lords, is not Tellus always practising of some deceits? In sooth Corsites thy face is now too foul for a Lover, and thine heart too fond for a Soldier. You may see when Warriors become wantonness, how their manners alter with their faces. Is it not a shame Corsites, that having lived so long in Mars his Camp, thou shouldest now be rocked in Venus' Cradle. Dost thou we are Cupid's Quiver at thy girdle, and make Lances of looks? Well Corsites rouse thyself, and be as thou hast been, and let Tellus who is made all of love, melt herself in her own looseness. Madam I doubt not but to recover my former state, for Tellus beauty never wrought such love in my mind, as now her deceit hath despite, and yet to be revenged of a woman, were a thing than love itself more womanish. These spots Gentleman are to be worn out, if you rub them over with this lunary, so that in place where you received this main, you shall find a medicine. I thank you for that. The Gods bless me from love & these pretty Ladies that haunt this green. Corsites, I would Tellus saw your amiable face. How spitefully Semele laugheth, that dare not speak. Could you not stir Endymion with that doubled strength of yours? Not so much as his finger with all my force. Pythagoras and Gyptes, what think you of Endymion? what reason is to be given, what remedy? madam it is impossible to yield reason for things that happen not in compass of nature. It is most certain, that some strange enchantment hath bound all his senses. What say you Gyptes. With Pythagoras, that it is enchantment, and that so strange that no Art can undo it, for that heaviness argueth a malice unremovable in the Enchantress, and that no power can end it, till she die that did it, or the heavens show some means more than miraculous. O Endymion, could spite itself devise a mischief so monstrous as to make thee dead with life, and living being altogether dead? Where others number their years, their hours, their minutes, and step to age by stairs, thou only haste thy years and times in a cluster, being old before thou remember'st thou wast young. No more Floscula, pity doth him no good, I would any thing else might, and I vow by the unspotted honour of a Lady he should not miss it: but is this all Gyptes, that is to be done? All as yet. It may be that either the Enchantress shall die, or else be discovered, if either happen I will then practise the utmost of my art. In the mean season, about this Grove would I have a watch, and the first living thing that toucheth Endymion, to be taken. Corsites what say you, will you undertake this?
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Hovve say you my Lordes, is not Tellus alwaies practising of some deceites? In sooth Corsites thy face is novve too foule for a Louer, and thine hart too fonde for a Souldiour. You may see when VVarriors become wantons, howe theyr manners alter with theyr faces. Is it not a shame Corsites, that hauing liued so long in Mars his Campe, thou shouldest now bee rockt in Venus Cradle. Doost thou we are Cupids Quiuer at thy gyrdle, and make Launces of lookes? Well Corsites rouse thy selfe, and be as thou hast beene, and let Tellus who is made all of loue, melt herselfe in her owne loosenes. Madam I doubt not but to recouer my former state, for Tellus beautie neuer wrought such loue in my minde, as now her deceite hath dispight, and yet to be reuenged of a woman, were a thing then loue it selfe more womanish. These spots Gentleman are to be worne out, if you rubbe them ouer with this Lunarie, so that in place where you receiued this maine, you shall finde a medicine. I thanke you for that. The Gods blesse mee frō loue & these prettie Ladies that haunt this greene. Corsites, I would Tellus saw your amiable face. How spightfully Semele laugheth, that dare not speake. Coulde you not stirre Endimion with that doubled strength of yours? Not so much as his finger with all my force. Pythagoras and Gyptes, what thinke you of Endimion? what reason is to be giuen, what remedie? Madame it is impossible to yeelde reason for things that happen not in compasse of nature. It is most certaine, that some strange enchauntment hath bound all his sences. What say you Gyptes. VVith Pythagoras, that it is enchauntment, and that so strange that no Arte can vndoe it, for that heauines argueth a mallice vnremooueable in the Enchauntresse, and that no power can ende it, till shee die that did it, or the heauens shew some meanes more then miraculous. O Endimion, could spight it self deuise a mischiefe so monstrous as to make thee dead with life, and lyuing beeing altogether dead? Where others number their yeeres, their houres, their minutes, and steppe to age by staires, thou onely hast thy yeeres and times in a cluster, being olde before thou remembrest thou wast younge. No more Floscula, pittie dooth him no good, I would any thing els might, and I vowe by the vnspotted honour of a Ladie he should not misse it: but is this all Giptes, that is to be done? All as yet. It may be that either the Enchauntresse shall dye, or els be discouered, if either happen I will then practise the vtmost of my arte. In the meane season, about this Groue would I haue a watch, and the first liuing thing that toucheth Endimion, to be taken. Corsites what say you, will you vndertake this?