Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) romance · Queen Elizabeth's Men (on tour); Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men (in London) · before the Court T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.69 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Angelica. Ah sweet and heavenly name, Life to my life, and essence to my joy. But soft this gordian knot together co-unites A Medor partner in her peerless love. Unkind: and will she bend her thoughts to change? Her name, her writing? Ah foolish and unkind. No name of hers; unless the brooks relent To hear her name, and Rhodanus vouchsafe To raise his moistened locks from out the reeds, And flow with calm alongst his turning bounds: No name of hers, unless Zephyrus blow Her dignities alongst Ardenia woods; Where all the world for wonders do await. And yet her name; for why Angelica: But mixed with Medor, not Angelica. Only by me was loud Angelica, Only for me must live Angelica. I find her drift, perhaps the modest pledge Of my content, hath with a secret smile And sweet disguise restrained her fancy thus, Figuring Orlando under Medor's name: Fine drift (fair Nymph) Orlando hopes no less. Yet more are Muses masking in these trees, Framing their ditties in conceited lines, Making a Goddess in despite of me, That have no other but Angelica. Poor hapless man, these thoughts contain the hell, Angelica is Lady of his heart, Angelica is substance of his joy, Angelica is medicine of his smart, Angelica hath healed his annoy. Ah false Angelica. What have we more? Let groves, let rocks, let woods, let watery springs, The Cedar, Cypress, Laurel, and the Pine, joy in the notes of love that Medor sings, Of those sweet looks Angelica of thine. Then Medor in Angelica take delight, Early, at morn, at noon, at even and night. What dares Medor court my Venus? What may Orlando deem? Aetna forsake the bounds of Sicily, For now in me thy restless flames appear, Refused, contemned, disdained: what worse than these? Orgalio. My Lord. Boy, view these trees carved with true love knots, The inscription Medor and Angelica: And read these verses hung up of their loves. Now tell me boy, what dost thou think? By my troth my Lord, I think Angelica is a woman. And what of that? Therefore unconstant, mutable, having their loves hanging in their eyelids; that as they are got with a look, so they are lost again with a wink. But here's a Shepherd, it may be he can tell us news. What messenger hath Ate sent abroad, With idle looks to listen my laments. Sirrah, who wronged happy Nature so, To spoil these trees with this Angelica? Yet in her name (Orlando) they are blessed. I am a shepherd swain, thou wandering Knight, That watch my flocks, not one that follow love. As follow love? why darest thou dispraise my heaven, Or once disgrace or prejudice her name? Is not Angelica the Queen of love, Decked with the compound wreath of Adon's flowers She is. Then speak thou peasant, what is he that dares Attempt to court my Queen of love. Or I shall send thy soul to Charon's charge.
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Angelica. Ah sweete and heauenly name, Life to my life, and essence to my ioy. But soft this Gordion knot together co-unites A Medor partner in her peerlesse loue. Vnkinde: and wil she bend her thoughts to change? Her name, her writing? Ah foolish and vnkinde. No name of hers; vnles the brookes relent To heare her name, and Rhodanus vouchsafe To raise his moystned lockes from out the reedes, And flow with calme alongst his turning bounds: No name of hers, vnles Zephyrus blow Her dignities alongst Ardenia woods; Where all the world for wonders doo await. And yet her name; for why Angelica: But mixt with Medor, not Angelica. Onely by me was lovd Angelica, Onely for me must liue Angelica. I finde her drift, perhaps the modest pledge Of my content, hath with a secret smile And sweet disguise restraind her fancie thus, Figuring Orlando vnder Medors name: Fine drift (faire Nymph) Orlando hopes no lesse. Yet more are Muses masking in these trees, Framing their ditties in conceited lines, Making a Goddesse in despite of me, That haue no other but Angelica. Poore haples man, these thoughts containe the hell, Angelica is Ladie of his hart, Angelica is substance of his ioy, Angelica is medcine of his smart, Angelica hath healed his annoy. Ah false Angelica. What haue we more? Let groues, let rockes, let woods, let watrie springs, The Cedar, Cypresse, Laurell, and the Pine, Ioy in the notes of loue that Medor sings, Of those sweet lookes Angelica of thine. Then Medor in Angelica take delight, Early, at morne, at noone, at euen and night. What dares Medor court my Venus? What may Orlando deeme? Aetna forsake the bounds of Sicily, For now in me thy restlesse flames appeare, Refusd, contemnd, disdaind: what worse than these? Orgalio. My Lord. Boy, view these trees carued with true loue knots, The inscription Medor and Angelica: And read these verses hung vp of their loues. Now tell me boy, what dost thou thinke? By my troth my Lord, I thinke Angelica is a woman. And what of that? Therefore vnconstant, mutable, hauing their loues hanging in their ey-lids; that as they are got with a looke, so they are lost againe with a wink. But heres a Shepheard, it may be he can tell vs news. What messenger hath Ate sent abroad, With idle lookes to listen my laments. Sirra, who wronged happy Nature so, To spoyle these trees with this Angelica? Yet in her name (Orlando) they are blest. I am a shepheard swaine, thou wandring Knight, That watch my flockes, not one that follow loue. As follow loue? why darest thou dispraise my heauen, Or once disgrace or preiudice her name? Is not Angelica the Queene of loue, Deckt with the compound wreath of Adons flowrs She is. Then speake thou peasant, what is he that dares Attempt to court my Queene of loue. Or I shall send thy soule to Charons charge.