Peele, George · published 1593 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1593] (Annals) history · 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.
Give me my pantables. Fie this hot wether how it makes me sweat, heigh ho my heart, ah I am passing faint. Give me my fan that I may cool my face, Hold, take my mask but see you rumple not, This wind and dust see how it smolders me, Some drink good Gloster or I die for drink, Ah Ned thou hast forgot thy Nell I see, That she is thus enforced to follow thee. (majesty This airs distemperature and please your Noisome through mountains vapours send thick mist, Unpleasant needs must be to you and your company, That never was wont to take the air, Till Flora have perfumed the earth with sweets, With lilies, roses, mints and Eglantine, I tell thee the ground is all to base, For Elinor to honour with her steps: Whose footpace when she progressed in the street, Of Aecon and the fair Ierusalem, Was nought but costly Arras points: Fair I land tapestry and Azured silk, My milk white steed treading on cloth of ray, And trampling proudly underneath the feet, Choice of our English woollen drapery. This climate or clowring with black congealed clouds, That takes their swelling from the marish soil, Fraught with infectious frogs and rvistie damps, Is far unworthy to be once embalmed: With redolence of this refreshing breath: That sweetens where it lights as do the flames, And holy fires of Vesta's sacrifice. spring, Whose pleasant fields new planted with the Make Thamesis to mount above the banks, And like a wanton wallowing up and down: On Flora's beds and Napees silver down. And wales for me madam while you are here, No Climate good unless your grace be near, Would wales had aught could please you half so well, Or any precious thing in Gloster's gift, Whereof your ladyship would challenge me. Well said my lord 'tis as my mother says, You men have learned to woe a thousand ways. O madame had I learned against my need, Of all those ways to woo one way to speed, My cunning then had been my fortune's guide. Faith Joan I think thou must be Gloster's bride, Good Earl how near he steps unto her side, So soon this eye these younglings had espied, I'll tell thee girl when I was fair and young: I found such honey in sweet Edward's tongue, As I could never spend one idle walk, But Ned and I would piece it out with talk. So you my Lord when you have got your Joan, No matter let Queen mother be alone. Old Nell is mother now and grandmother may, The greenest grass doth droop and turn to hay, Woo one kind clerk, good Gloster love thy Joan, Her heart is thine, her eyes is not her own. This comfort Madam that your grace doth give Binds me in double duty whilst I live, Would God King Edward see and say no less.
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Giue me my pantables. Fie this hot wether how it makes me sweate, Hey ho my heart, ah I am passing faint. Giue me my fanne that I may coole my face, Hold, take my maske but see you romple nt, This wind and dust see how it smolders me, Some drinke good Gloster or I die for drinke, Ah Ned thou hast forgot thy Nell I see, That shee is thus inforst to follow thee. (maiesty This aires distemperature and please your Noisome through mountains vapors send thick mist, Vnpleasant needes must be to you and your company, That neuer was wont to take the aire, Til Flora haue perfumde the earth with sweetes, With lillies, roses, mints and Eglantine, I tel thee the ground is al to base, For Elinor to honor with her steps: Whose footepace when shee progrest in the streete, Of Aecon and the faire Ierusalem, VVas nought but costly Arras points: Faire I land tapestrie and Azured silke, My milke white steed treading on cloth of ray, And trampling proudly vnder neath the feete, Choise of our English wollen drapery. This climat or clowring with blacke congealed clouds, That takes their swelling from the marrish soile, Fraught with infectious fogges and ruistie dampes, Is farre vnworthy to be once embalmd: With redolence of this refreshing breath: That sweetens where it lights as doe the flames, And holy fires of Vestaes sacrifice. spring, VVhose pleasant fields new planted with the Make Thamesis to mount aboue the bankes, And like a wanton walloing vp and downe: On Floras beds and Napees siluer downe. And wales for me Madame while you are here, No Climate good vnlesse your grace be nere, Would wales had ought could please you halfe so well, Or any precious thing in Glosters gift, Whereof your ladiship would chalenge me. Well saide my lord tis as my mother saies, You men haue learnd to woe a thousande waies. O madame had I learned against my neede, Of all those waies to woo one way to speede, My cunning then had beene my fortunes guide. Faith Ione I thinke thou must be Glosters bride, Good Earle how neare he steps vnto her side, So soone this eie these younglings had espide, Ile tel thee girle when I was faire and young: I found such honny in sweete Edwards tongue, As I could neuer spend one idle walke, But Ned and I would peece it out with talke. So you my Lord when you haue got your Ione, No matter let Queene mother be alone. Old Nell is mother now and grandmother may, The greenest grasse doth droupe and turn to hay, Woo one kinde Clarke, good Gloster loue thy Ione, Her heart is thine, her eies is not her owne. This comfort Madam that your grace doth giue Binds me in double duety whilst I liue, Would God King Edward see and say no lesse.