Lyly, John · published 1597 · first performed or written 1593 [1590-1595] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Nay then 'tis time to snatch, the head is mine. Lay down, or I shall lay thee on the earth. ay, so, fair and far off, for fear of hurt, See how the cowards counterfeit a fray: Strike home you dastard swains, strike home I say, Fight you in jest? let me bestir me then, And see if I can cudgel ye all four. What? is my mistress mankind on the sudden? Alas why strikes Pandora her best friends? My friends, base peasants, My friends would fight like men: avaunt, or I shall lay you all for dead. See cruel fair, how thou hast wronged thy friend. To spill his blood that kept it but for thee, there's my desert: And here is my reward, I dare not say of an ingrateful mind: But if Pandora had been well advised, This dare I say, that Stesias had been spared. begone I say, before I strike again. O stay sweet mistress and be satisfied. Base vassal how darest thou presume to speak? Wilt thou encounter any deed of mine, How long have you been made a counsellor? Here strike thy fill make lavish of my life, That in my death my love may find relief: Lance up my side, that when my heart leaps out, Thou mayst behold how it is scorched with love, And every way crosswounded with desire, There shalt thou read my passions deep engraven, And in the midst only Pandora's name. What tell'st thou me of love and fancy's fire? Fire of debate is kindled in my heart, And were it not that thou art all unarmed, Be sure I should make trial of thy strength, But now the death of some fierce savage beast: In blood shall end my furies tragedy, For fight I must, or else my gall will burst. Ah ruthless heart, harder than Adamant, Whose ears are deaf against affections plaints. And eyes are blind, when sorrow sheds her tears: Neither contented that I live nor die. But fondling as I am, why grieve I thus? Is not Pandora mistress of my life? Yes, yes, and every act of hers is just. Her hardest words are but a gentle wind: Her greatest wound is but a pleasing harm, Death at her hands is but a second life. Mars hath enforced Pandora 'gainst her kind, To manage arms and quarrel with her friends: And thus I leave her, all incensed with ire: Let Sol cool that which I have set on fire. In looking down upon this baser world, I long have seen and rude Pandora's harms, But as myself by nature am inclined, So shall she now become, gentle and kind, Abandoning all rancour, pride, and rage, And changing from a Lion to a Lamb, She shallbe loving liberal and chaste, Discreet and patient, merciful and mild, Inspired with poetry and prophesy, And virtues appertaining womanhood.
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Nay then tis time to snatch, the head is mine. Lay downe, or I shal lay thee on the earth. I, so, fayre and far off, for feare of hurt, See how the cowards counterfet a fray: Strike home you dastard swaines, strike home I say, Fight you in iest? let me bestur me then, And see if I can cudgel yee all foure. VVhat? is my mistresse mankinde on the sudden? Alas why strikes Pandora her best frends? My friends, base pesants, My friends would fight like men: Auaunt, or I shall lay you all for dead. See cruell fayre, how thou hast wrongd thy friend. To spill his blood that kept it but for thee, Thers my desart: And here is my rewarde, I dare not say of an ingratefull minde: But if Pandora had been well aduisd, This dare I say, that Stesias had been sparde. Begon I say, before I strike againe. O stay sweete mistresse and be satisfied. Base vassall how darst thou presume to speake? VVilt thou incounter any deed of mine, How long haue you beene made a counseller? Here strike thy fill make lauish of my life, That in my death my loue may finde reliefe: Launce vp my side, that when my heart leapes out, Thou maist behold how it is scorcht with loue, And euery way croswounded with desire, There shalt thou read my passions deepe ingrauen, And in the midst onely Pandoraes name. VVhat telst thou me of loue and fancies fire? Fyre of debate is kindled in my hart, And were it not that thou art all vnarmd, Be sure I should make tryall of thy strength, But now the death of some fierce sauadge beast: In bloud shall end my furies tragedie, For fight I must, or else my gall will burst. Ah ruthlesse hart, harder then Adamant, VVhose eares are deafe against affections plaints. And eyes are blinde, when sorrow sheds her teares: Neither contented that I liue nor dye. But fondling as I am, why grieue I thus? Is not Pandora mistris of my life? Yes, yes, and euery act of hers is iust. Her hardest words are but a gentle winde: Her greatest wound is but a pleasing harme, Death at her hands is but a second life. Mars hath inforst Pandora gainst her kinde, To manage armes and quarrell with her friends: And thus I leaue her, all incenst with yre: Let Sol coole that which I haue set on fire. In looking downe vpon this baser worlde, I long haue seene and rude Pandoraes harmes, But as my selfe by nature am inclinde, So shall she now become, gentle and kinde, Abandoning all rancour, pride, and rage, And changing from a Lion to a Lambe, She shalbe louing liberall and chaste, Discreete and patient, mercifull and milde, Inspired with poetry and prophesie, And vertues apperteyning womanhoode.