A Looking Glass for London and England · chunk 26 of 39
Lodge, Thomas / Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) biblical play; moral · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
You Prophets learn by Ionas how to live, Repent your sins, whilst he doth warning give. Who knows his masters will and doth it not, Shall suffer many stripes full well I wots. Ladies go sit you down amidst this bower, And let the Eunickes play you all a sleep: Put garlands made of Roses on your heads, And play the wantoness whilst I talk a while. Thou beautiful of all the world, we will. King of Cilicia, kind and courteous, Like to thyself, because a lovely King, Come lay thee down upon thy mistress knee, And I will sing and talk of love to thee. Most gracious Paragon of excellence, It fits not such an abject Prince as I, To talk with Rasnes Paramour and love. To talk sweet friend? who would not talk with thee? Oh be not coy, art thou not only fair? Come twine thine arms about this snow white neck, A love-nest for the great Assyrian King, Blushing I tell thee fair, Cilician Prince, None but thyself can merit such a grace. Madam I hope you mean not for to mock me: No king, fair king, my meaning is to yoke thee. Hear me but sing of love, then by my sighs, My tears, my glancing looks, my changed cheer, Thou shalt perceive how I do hold thee dear. Sing Madam if you please, but love in jest, Nay, I will love, and sigh at every rest. Beauty alas where wast thou borne? Thus to hold thyself in scorn: When as Beauty kissed to woo thee, Thou by Beauty dost undo me. Heigho, despise me not. I and thou in sooth are one, Fairer thou, I fairer none: Wanton thou, and wilt thou wanton Yield a cruel heart to plant on? Do me right, and do me reason, Cruelty is cursed treason. Heigho I love, heigho I love, Heigho, and yet he eyes me not. Madam your song is passing passionate. And wilt thou not then pity my estate? Ask love of them who pity may impart. I ask of thee sweet, thou hast stole my heart. Your love is fixed on a greater King. Tut women's love, it is a fickle thing. I love my Rasni for my dignity. I love Cilician King for his sweet eye. I love my Rasni since he rules the world. But more I love this kingly little world. How sweet he looks? Oh were I Cinthia's Fere, And thou Endymion, I should hold thee dear: Thus should mine arms be spread about thy neck. Thus would I kiss my love at every beck. Thus would I sigh to see thee sweetly sleep: And if thou wakest not soon, thus would I weep. And thus, and thus, and thus: thus much I love thee. For all these vows, beshrew me if I prove you: My faith unto my King shall not be falced. Good Lord how men are coy when they are craved? Madam behold our King approacheth nigh.
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You Prophets learne by Ionas how to liue, Repent your sinnes, whilst he doth warning giue. Who knowes his maisters will and doth it not, Shall suffer many stripes full well I wot. Ladies go sit you downe amidst this bowre, And let the Eunickes plaie you all a sléepe: Put garlands made of Roses on your heads, And plaie the wantons whilst I talke a while. Thou beautifull of all the world, we will. King of Cilicia, kind and curtious, Like to thy selfe, because a louely King, Come laie thée downe vpon thy mistresse knée, And I will sing and talke of loue to thée. Most gratious Paragon of excellence, It fits not such an abiect Prince as I, To talke with Rasnes Paramour and loue. To talke swéet friend? who wold not talke with thée? Oh be not coy, art thou not only faire? Come twine thine armes about this snow white neck, A loue-nest for the great Assirian King, Blushing I tell thée faire, Cilician Prince, None but thy selfe can merit such a grace. Madam I hope you mean not for to mock me: No king, faire king, my meaning is to yoke thée. Heare me but sing of loue, then by my sighes, My teares, my glauncing lookes, my changed cheare, Thou shalt perceiue how I do hold thée deare. Sing Madam if you please, but loue in iest, Nay, I will loue, and sigh at euery rest. Beautie alasse where wast thou borne? Thus to hold thy selfe in scorne: When as Beautie kist to wooe thee, Thou by Beautie doest vndo mee. Heigho, despise me not. I and thou in sooth are one, Fairer thou, I fairer none: Wanton thou, and wilt thou wanton Yeeld a cruell heart to plant on? Do me right, and do me reason, Crueltie is cursed treason. Heigho I loue, heigho I loue, Heigho, and yet he eies me not. Madam your song is passing passionate. And wilt thou not then pitie my estate? Aske loue of them who pitie may impart. I aske of thée swéet, thou hast stole my hart. Your loue is fixed on a greater King. Tut womens loue, it is a fickle thing. I loue my Rasni for my dignitie. I loue Cilician King for his swéete eye. I loue my Rasni since he rules the world. But more I loue this kingly litle world. How swéete he lookes? Oh were I Cinthias Pheere, And thou Endimion, I should hold thée déere: Thus should mine armes be spred about thy necke. Thus would I kisse my loue at euery becke. Thus would I sigh to sée thée swéetly sléepe: And if thou wakest not soone, thus would I wéepe. And thus, and thus, and thus: thus much I loue thée. For all these vowes, beshrow me if I proue you: My faith vnto my King shall not be falc'd. Good Lord how men are coy when they are crau'd? Madam behold our King approacheth nie.