Heywood, John · published 1534 · first performed or written 1534 [1533-1534] (Annals) not in BritDrama T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.78 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
And at my first coming my minion seemed Very merry, but anon she mysdemed That I was not merrily disposed And so might she think, for I disclosed No word nor look, but such as showed as sadly As I in deed inwardly thought madly And so must I show for lovers be in rate Sometimes merry but most times passionate In giving thanks to her of over night we set us down an heavy couple in sight And therewithal I fet a sigh such one As made the form shake which we both sat on whereupon she without more words spoken Fell in weeping as her heart should have broken And I in secret laughing so heartily That from mine eyes came water plenteously Anon I turned with look sadly that she My weeping as watery as hers might see which done these words anon to me she spoke Alas dear heart what wight might undertake To she we one so sad as you this morning Being so merry as you last evening I so far then the merrier for you And without desert thus far the sadder now. The self thing quoth I which made me then glad The self same is thing that maketh me now sad The love that I own you is origynale Ground of my late toy and present pain all And by this mean, love is evermore lad Between two angels one good and one bad Hope and dread which two be always at strife which one of them both with love shall rule most rife And hope that good angel first part of last night Draw dread that bad angel out of place quyght Hope swore I should straight have your love at ones And dread this bad angel swore blood and bones That if I won your love all in one hour I should lose it all again in three or four wherein this good angel hath lost the mastery And I by this bad angel won this agony And be ye sewer I stand now in such case That if I lack your continued grace In heaven/ hell/ or earth/ there is not that he Save only god that knoweth what shall come on me I love not in rate all the common flock I am no fainer nor I can not mock wherefore I beseech you that your reward May witness that ye do my truth regard Sir as touching mocking quoth she I am sewer ye be to wise to put that here in ure For neither give I cause why ye so should do Nor nought could ye win that way worth an old shoe For who so that mocketh shall surely stur This old proverb mockum moccabitur But as for you I think myself assured That very love hath you hither alewred For which quoth she let hope hop up again And vaynquysh dread so that it be in vain To dread or to doubt but I in every thing As cause giveth cause willbe your own darling
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And at my fyrſte commyng my mynyon ſemed Very mery, but anone ſhe myſdemed That I was not meryly dyſpoſed And ſo myght ſhe thynke, for I diſcloſed No worde nor loke, but ſuch as ſhewed as ſadly As I in dede inwardly thought madly And ſo muſt I ſhewe for louers be in rate Somtymes mery but moſt tymes paſſyonate In geuyng thankes to her of ouer nyght we ſet vs downe an heuy couple in ſyght And therwithall I fet a ſygh ſuch one As made the forme ſhake which we both ſat on wherupon ſhe without more wordes ſpoken Fell in wepyng as her harte ſhulde haue broken And I in ſecret laughyng ſo hartely That from myne eyes cam water plenteouſly Anone I turned with loke ſadly that ſhe My wepyng as watery as hers myght ſe which done theſe wordes anone to me ſhe ſpake Alas dere harte what wyght myght vndertake To ſhe we one ſo ſad as you this mornyng Beyng ſo mery as you laſt euenyng I ſo farre then the meryer for you And without deſert thus farre the ſadder now. The ſelfe thyng quoth I which made me then gladde The ſelfe ſame is thynge that maketh me nowe ſadde The loue that I owe you is origynale Grounde of my late toy and preſent payne all And by this meane, loue is euermore lad Betwene two angels one good and one bad Hope and drede which two be alway at ſtryfe which one of them both with loue ſhall rewle moſt ryfe And hope that good angell fyrſt parte of laſt nyght Drawe drede that bad angell out of place quyght Hope ſware I ſholde ſtreyght haue your loue at ones And drede this bad angell ſware bloud and bones That if I wan your loue all in one howre I ſholde loſe it all agayne in thre or fowre wherin this good angell hath loſt the maſtry And I by this bad angell won this agony And be ye ſewer I ſtande nowe in ſuch caſe That if I lacke your contynued grace In heuyn / hell / or yerth / there is not that he Saue onely god that knoweth what ſhall come on me I loue not in rate all the common flock I am no fayner nor I can not mock wherfore I beſeche you that your rewarde May wytneſſe that ye do my truthe regarde Syr as touchyng mockyng quoth ſhe I am ſewer ye be to wyſe to put that here in vre For nother gyue I cauſe why ye ſo ſhulde do Nor nought coulde ye wynne that way wurth an old ſho For who ſo that mocketh ſhall ſurely ſtur This olde prouerbe mockum moccabitur But as for you I thynke my ſelfe aſſewred That very loue hath you hyther alewred For which quoth ſhe let hope hop vp agayne And vaynquyſh dred ſo that it be in vayne To dred or to doubt but I in euery thyng As cauſe gyueth cauſe wylbe your owne derlyng