Greene, Robert · published 1630 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals) comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 495 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Injurious Lacy, did I love thee more Than Alexander his Hephestion? Did I unfold the passions of my love, And lock them in the closet of thy thoughts? Wert thou to Edward second to himself, Sole friend, and partner of his secret loves; And could a glance of fading beauty break Th'enchained fetters of such private friends? Base coward, false, and too effeminate, To be corrival with a Prince in thoughts! From Oxford have I posted since I dined, To 'quite a Traitor 'fore that Edward sleep? 'Twas I, my Lord, not Lacy stepped awry: For oft he sued and courted for yourself, And still wooed for the Courtier all in green: But I, whom fancy made but overfond, Pleaded myself with looks as if loved, I fed mine eye with gazing on his face, And still bewitched loved Lacie with my looks, My heart with sighs, mine eyes pleaded with tears, My face held pity and content at once, And more I could not cipher out by signs, But that I loved Lord Lacy with my heart: Then worthy Edward, measure with thy mind, If women's favours will not force men fall, If beauty, and if darts of piercing love, Is not of force to bury thoughts of friends. I tell thee, Peggie, I will have thy loves, Edward, or none shall conquer Marg'ret; In Frigates bottomed with rich Sethin planks, Topped with the lofty Firs of Libanon, Stemmed and encased with burnished ivory, And overlaid with plates of Persian wealth, Like Thetis shalt thou wanton on the waves, And draw the Dolphins to thy lovely eyes, To dance Lavoltas in the purple streams, Sirens with harps and silver Psalteries, Shall wait with music at thy Frigates stem, And entertain fair Marg'ret with her lays; England and England's wealth shall wait on thee, Britain shall bend unto her PRINCE's love, And do due homage to thine Excellence, If thou wilt be but Edward's Marg'ret. Pardon, my Lord, if Ioues great Royalty Sent me such presents as to Danae, If Phoebus tied in Latona's webs, Come courting from the beauty of his lodge, The dulcet tunes of frolic Mercurie, Not all the wealth heaven's treasury affords, Should make me leave Lord Lacy, or his love. I have learned at Oxford then this point of schools, Ablata causa, tollitur effectus. Lacy, the cause, that Marg'ret cannot love, Nor fix her liking on the English Prince. Take him away, and then the effects will fail. Villain, prepare thyself: for I will bathe My poniard in the bosom of an Earl. Rather than live, and miss fair Margret's love, Prince Edward, stop not at the fatal doom, But stab it home, end both my loves and life. Brave Prince of Wales, honoured for Royal deeds, 'twere sin to stain fair Venus' courts with blood, Loves conquest ends, my Lord, in courtesy, Spare Lacy, gentle Edward, let me die, For so both you and he do cease your loves.
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Iniurious Lacy, did I loue thee more Then Alexander his Hepheſtion? Did I vnfold the paſſions of my loue, And locke them in the clozet of thy thoughts? Wert thou to Edward ſecond to himſelfe, Sole friend, and partner of his ſecret loues; And could a glaunce of fading beauty breake Th'inchained fetters of ſuch priuat friends? Baſe coward, falſe, and too effeminate, To be corriuall with a Prince in thoughts! From Oxford haue I poſted ſince I dinde, To quite a Traitor 'fore that Edward ſleepe? 'Twas I, my Lord, not Lacy ſtept awry: For oft he ſued and courted for your ſelfe, And ſtill woo'd for the Courtier all in greene: But I, whom fancy made but ouer-fond, Pleaded my ſelfe with lookes as if lou'd, I fed mine eye with gazing on his face, And ſtill bewitcht lou'd Lacie with my lookes, My heart with ſighes, mine eyes pleaded with teares, My face held pitty and content at once, And more I could not cypher out by ſignes, But that I lou'd Lord Lacy with my heart: Then worthy Edward, meaſure with thy minde, If womens fauours will not force men fall, If beauty, and if darts of piercing loue, Is not of force to bury thoughts of friends. I tell thee, Peggie, I will haue thy loues, Edward, or none ſhall conquer Margret; In Frigats bottom'd with rich Sthin planks, Topt with the lofty Firs of Libanon, Stem'd and incaſt with burniſht Iuory, And ouer-laid with plates of Perſian wealth, Like Thetis ſhalt thou wanton on the waues, And draw the Dolphins to thy louely eyes, To dance Lauoltas in the purple ſtreames, Sirens with harpes and ſiluer Pſalteries, Shall wait with muſicke at thy Frigots ſtem, And entertaine faire Margret with her layes; England and Englands wealth ſhall wait on thee, Brittaine ſhall bend vnto her Princes loue, And doe due homage to thine Excellence, If thou wilt be but Edwards Margret. Pardon, my Lord, if Ioues great Royalty Sent me ſuch preſents as to Danae, If Phoebus tyed in Latonas webs, Come courting from the beauty of his lodge, The dulcet tunes of frolicke Mercurie, Not all the wealth heauens treaſury affords, Should make me leaue Lord Lacy, or his loue. I haue learn'd at Oxford then this point of ſchooles, Ablata cauſa, tollitur effectus. Lacy, the cauſe, that Margret cannot loue, Nor fixe her liking on the Engliſh Prince. Take him away, and then the effects will faile. Villaine, prepare thy ſelfe: for I will bathe My poinard in the boſome of an Earle. Rather then liue, and miſſe faire Margrets loue, Prince Edward, ſtop not at the fatall doome, But ſtab it home, end both my loues and life. Braue Prince of Wales, honour'd for Royall deeds, Twere ſinne to ſtaine faire Venus courts with blood, Loues conqueſt ends, my Lord, in courteſie, Spare Lacy, gentle Edward, let me dye, For ſo both you and he doe ceaſe your loues.