Lyly, John · published 1592 · first performed or written 1585 [1583-1585] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) (?) · before the Court unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Have you ever a Sister? If I had but one my brother must needs have two, but I pray have you ever a one? My Father had but one daughter, and therefore I could have no sister. ay me, he is as I am, for his speeches be as mine are. What shall I do, either he is subtle or my sex simple. I have known divers of Diana's nymphs enamoured of him, yet hath he rejected all, either as too proud to disdain, or too childish not to understand, or for that he knoweth himself to he a Virgin. I am in a quandary, Diana's nymphs have followed him, and he despised them, either knowing too well the beauty of his own face, or that himself is of the same mould. I will once again try him. You promised me in the woods, that you would love me before all Diana's nymphs. ay, so you would love me before all Diana's nymphs. Can you prefer a fond boy as I am, before so fair Ladies as they are. Why should not I as well as you? Come let us into the Grove, and make much one of another, that cannot tell what to think one of another. Rafe, my boy is run away, I trust thou wilt not run after. I would I had a pair of wings that I might fly after. My boy was the veriest these, the arrantest liar, and the vildest swearer in the world, otherwise the best boy in the world, he hath stolen my apparel, all my money, and forgot nothing but to bid me farewell. That will not I forget, farewell Master. Why thou hast not yet seen the end of my Art. I would I had not known the beginning. Did not you promise me, of my silver thimble to make a whole cupboard of plate, and that of a Spanish needle you would build a silver steeple? I Rafe, the fortune of this Art consisteth in the measure of the fire, for if there be a coal too much, or a spark too little, if it be a little too hot, or a thought too soft, all our labour is in vain; beside, they that blow, must beat time with their breathes, as Musicians do with their breasts, so as there must be of the metals, the fire and workers a very harmony. Nay if you must weigh your fire by ounces, & take measure of a man's blast, you may then make of a dram of wind a wedge of gold, and of the shadow of one shilling make another, so as you have an Organist to tune your temperatures. So is it, and often doth it happen, that the just proportion of the fire and all things concur. Concur, condog. I will away. Then away.
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Haue you euer a Sister? If I had but one my brother must needs haue two, but I pray haue you euer a one? My Father had but one daughter, and therefore I could haue no sister. Aye me, he is as I am, for his speeches be as mine are. What shall I doe, eyther hee is subtill or my sexe simple. I haue knowne diuers of Dianaes Nimphes enamored of him, yet hath he reiected all, eyther as too proude to disdaine, or too childish not to vnderstande, or for that he knoweth himselfe to he a Virgin. I am in a quandarie, Dianaes Nimphes haue followed him, and he despised them, eyther knowing too well the beautie of his owne face, or that himselfe is of the same moulde. I will once againe try him. You promised me in the woods, that you would loue me before all Dianaes Nimphes. I, so you would loue mee before all Dianaes Nimphes. Can you preferre a fonde boy as I am, before so faire Ladies as they are. Why should not I as well as you? Come let vs into the Groue, and make much one of another, that cannot tel what to think one of another. Rafe, my boy is run away, I trust thou wilt not runne after. I would I had a paire of wings that I might flie after. My boy was the veriest theese, the arantest lyar, and the vildest swearer in the worlde, otherwise the best boy in the world, he hath stolen my apparell, all my money, and forgot nothing but to bid mee farewell. That will not I forget, farewell Maister. Why thou hast not yet seene the ende of my Arte. I would I had not known the beginning. Did not you promise mee, of my siluer thimble to make a whole cupboord of plate, and that of a Spanish needle you would build a siluer steeple? I Rafe, the fortune of this Arte consisteth in the measure of the fire, for if there be a cole too much, or a sparke too little, if it be a little too hote, or a thought too softe, all our labour is in vaine; besides, they that blowe, must beate tyme with theyr breathes, as Musicions doe with their breasts, so as there must be of the mettals, the fire and workers a verie harmonie. Nay if you must weigh your fire by ounces, & take measure of a mans blast, you may then make of a dramme of winde a wedge of gold, and of the shadowe of one shilling make another, so as you haue an Organist to tune your temperatures. So is it, and often doth it happen, that the iust proportion of the fire and all things concurre. Concurre, condogge. I will away. Then away.