The Wars of Cyrus, King of Persia · chunk 13 of 26
Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1594] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.80 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I will. Now favour me infernal Jove. So, wake her not till she begins to smile, Now love begins to seat him in her brain. A way I will not, you are impudent. Tell me Magician, what imports this speech? Why now she thinks some solicits her. You are deceived, I am not beautiful. O give me leave to court her in her sleep, It may be when she wakes she will not love? Softly Araspas, if you talk, she wakes. O let her wake, I long to talk with her. Now gins her eyes to open, and she stirs. Stand thou aside until I call for thee. What dreams and fond illusions have I had? How comes this word Love, in Panthea's mind? I love, nay rather will I die then love, and yet against my will I think on love, O Panthea think upon thy funeral, For thou art withered with excessive grief, Love and deformity cannot agree. If Panthea be fair and beautiful, Then love and Panthea do well agree. Araspas, Panthea and herself will jar, when she shall yield to love. Or what is love But gall and aloes to my martyred soul, Now Abradates is not in my sight. Here is Araspas lovely Panthea, For thee I'll leave the field, then leave thou him, For thee I'll leave the world, then love thou me. Let Cyrus joy in pomp and empery, Sufficeth me to conquer fair Panthea. Let others glory in their ground and gold, Panthea to me is twenty thousand worlds. And without Panthea all the world is trash, For thee Araspas will I curse my stars, That suffers thee so to solicit me, For thee I will count the world as hell, Except thou leave thus to solicit me. How figurative is Panthea in her speech? Resembling cunning Rhetoricians, who in the person of some one deceased, Persuades their auditors to what they please, I cannot think that these be Panthea's words, She is so fair to give so sharp reply. But if these be the words of Panthea, Then must she change her face, and seem less fair, For know that beauty is loves harbinger, Then being beauteous, Panthea needs must love. Would I were changed into some other shape, That I might fright thee with my hideous looks, I in the person of myself deceased. Protest this heart shall never harbour love, But if my looks be this preparative, I'll beat my face against the hapless earth, Or deeply harrow it with these my trembling hands, which I hold up to heaven to change thy mind, Or hasten death to rid me from this suit. Nay then if amorous courting will not serve, Know whether thou wilt or no I'll make thee yield, Though fortune make me captive, yet know thou That Panthea's will can never be constrained. But torments can enforce a woman's will. Then should thy importunity enforce, The sight of thee Araspas should constrain, For I protest before the gods of heaven, No torment can be greater in my thought.
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I will. Now fauour me infernall Joue. So, wake her not till ſhe begins to ſmile, Now loue begins to ſeate him in her braine. A way I will not, you are impudent. Tell me Magitian, what importes this ſpeech? Why now ſhe thinkes ſome ſolicites her. You are deceiude, I am not beautifull. O giue me leaue to court her in her ſleepe, It may be when ſhe wakes ſhe will not loue? Softly Araſpas, if you talke, ſhe wakes. O let her wake, I long to talke with her. Now ginnes her eyes to open, and ſhe ſtirres. Stand thou aſide vntill I call for thee. What dreames and fond illuſions haue I had? How comes this word Loue, in Pantheas minde? I loue, nay rather will I die then loue, and yet againſt my will I thinke on loue, O Panthea thinke vpon thy funerall, For thou art withered with exceſſiue griefe, Loue and deformitie cannot agree. If Panthea be faire and beautifull, Then loue and Panthea doe well agree. Araſpas, Panthea and her ſelfe will iarre, when ſhe ſhall yeeld to loue. Or what is loue But gall and aloes to my martyred ſoule, Now Abradates is not in my ſight. Here is Araſpas louelie Panthea, For thee Ile leaue the field, then leaue thou him, For thee Ile leaue the world, then loue thou me. Let Cyrus ioy in pompe and emperie, Sufficeth me to conquer faire Panthea. Let others glorie in their ground and golde, Panthea to me is twentie thouſand worlds. And without Panthea all the world is traſh, For thee Araſpas will I curſe my ſtarres, That ſuffers thee ſo to ſolicite me, For thee I will count the world as hell, Except thou leaue thus to ſolicite me. How figuratiue is Panthea in her ſpeach? Reſembling cunning Rethoritians, who in the perſon of ſome one deceaſde, Perſwades their auditors to what they pleaſe, I cannot thinke that theſe be Pantheas words, She is ſo faire to giue ſo ſharpe replie. But if theſe be the wordes of Panthea, Then muſt ſhe change her face, and ſeemeleſſe faire, For know that beautie is loues harbinger, Then being beautious, Panthea needes muſt loue. Would I were changde into ſome other ſhape, That I might fright thee with my hideous lookes, I in the perſon of my ſelfe deceaſde. Proteſt this heart ſhall neuer harbour loue, But if my lookes be this preparatiue, Ile beate my face againſt the hapleſſe earth, Or deeply harrow it with theſe my trembling hands, which I hold vp to heauen to chaunge thy minde, Or haſten death to rid me from this ſute. Nay then if amorous courting will not ſerue, Know whether thou wilt or no Ile make thee yeeld, Though fortune make me captiue, yet know thou That Pantheas will can neuer be conſtrainde. But torments can enforce a womans will. Then ſhould thy importunitie enforce, The ſight of thee Araſpas ſhould conſtraine, For I proteſt before the gods of heauen, No torment can be greater in my thought.