Anonymous · published 1592 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1589-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
O Sir, not I. Here's none but friends, yet let me challenge you, For gracing me with a malignant style, That I was fairest, and yet Perseda fairer. We Ladies stand upon our beauties much. Herein Lucina let me buckler him. Not Mars himself had e'er so fair a Buckler. Love makes him blind, And blind can judge no colours. Why then the mends is made, and we still friends, Still friends, still foes, she wears my Carcanet, Ah false Erastus, how am I betrayed. What ails you madam, that your colour changes. A sudden qualm, I therefore take my leave. we'll bring you home, No, I shall soon get home. Why then farewell: Fernando let's away. Say world's bright star, Whence springs this sudden change, Is it unkindness at the little praise I gave Lucina with my glozing style? No, no, her beauty far surpasseth mine, And from my neck, her neck hath won the praise. What is it then, if love of this my person, By favour and by justice of the heavens, At last have pierced through thy tralucent breast, And thou misdoubts, perhaps that i'll prove coy, Oh be assured 'tis far from noble thoughts, To tyrannize over a yielding foe. Therefore be blithe, sweet love abandon fear, I will forget thy former cruelty. Ah false Erastus full of treachery. I always told you that such coward knights, Were faithless swains and worthy no respect, But tell me sweet love, what is his offence? That I with words and stripes may chastise him, And bring him bound for thee to tread upon. Now must I find the means to rid him hence, Go thou forthwith arm thee from top to toe, And come an hour hence unto my lodging, Then will I tell thee this offence at large, And thou in my behalf shalt work revenge. I thus should men of valour be employed, This is good argument of thy true love, I go, make reckoning that Erastus dies, Unless forewarned, the weakening coward flies, Thou foolish coward flies. Erastus lives, The fairest shape, but foulest minded man, That e'ere sun saw within our hemisphere, My tongue to tell my woes is all to weak, I must unclasp me, or my heart will break: But inward cares are most pent in with grief, Unclasping therefore yields me no relief. Ah that my moist and cloud compacted brain, Could spend my cares in showers of weeping rain. But scalding sighs like blasts of boisterous winds, Hinder my tears from falling on the ground, And I must die by closure of my wound. Ah false Erastus, how had I misdone, That thou shouldst quit my love with such a scorn. Here comes the Sinon to my simple heart, I'll frame myself to his dissembling art. Desire persuades me on, fear pulls me back. Tush I will to her, innocence is bold, How fares Perseda my sweet second self?
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O Sir, not I. Heres none but friends, yet let me chalenge you, For gracing me with a malignant stile, That I was fairest, and yet Perseda fayrer. We Ladies stand vpon our beauties much. Herein Lucina let me buckler him. Not Mars himselfe had eare so faire a Buckler. Loue makes him blinde, And blind can iudge no coulours. Why then the mends is made, and we still friends, Still friends, still foes, she weares my Carcanet, Ah false Erastus, how am I betraid. What ailes you madam, that your coulor changes. A suddaine qualme, I therefore take my leaue. Weele bring you home, No, I shall soone get home. Why then farewell: Fernando lets away. Say worlds bright starre, Whence springs this suddaine change, Is it vnkindnes at the little praise I gaue Lucina with my glosing stile? No, no, her beautie far surpasseth mine, And from my neck, her neck hath woone the praise. What is it then, if loue of this my person, By fauour and by iustice of the heauens, At last haue percst through thy tralucent brest, And thou misdoubts, perhaps that ile proue coye, Oh be assur'd tis far from noble thoughts, To tyrannise ouer a yeelding foe. Therefore be blithe, sweete loue abandon feare, I will forget thy former crueltie. Ah false Erastus full of treachrie. I alwaies told you that such coward knights, VVere faithlesse swaines and worthie no respect, But tell me sweete loue, what is his offence? That I with words and stripes may chastice him, And bring him bound for thee to tread vpon. Now must I find the meanes to rid him hence, Go thou foorthwith arme thee from top to toe, And come an houre hence vnto my lodging, Then will I tell thee this offence at large, And thou in my behalfe shalt worke reuenge. I thus should men of valour be imployd, This is good argument of thy true loue, I go, make reconing that Erastus dyes, Vnlesse forewarnd, the weakoning coward flies, Thou foolish coward flies. Erastus liues, The fayrest shape, but fowlest minded man, That ere sunne saw within our hemyspheare, My tongue to tell my woes is all to weake, I must vnclaspe me, or my heart will breake: But inward cares are most pent in with greefe, Vnclasping therefore yeeldes me no releefe. Ah that my moyst and cloud compacted braine, Could spend my cares in showers of weeping raine. But scalding sighes like blasts of boysterous windes, Hinder my teares from falling on the ground, And I must die by closure of my wound. Ah false Erastus, how had I misdoone, That thou shouldst quit my loue with such a scorne. Here comes the Synon to my simple hart, Ile frame my selfe to his dissembling art. Desire perswades me on, feare puls me back. Tush I will to her, innocence is bould, How fares Perseda my sweete second selfe?