Lyly, John · published 1597 · first performed or written 1593 [1590-1595] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) · before the Court T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.83 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
O master I did for good will to you. And I beat thee for good will to her. What hast thou to do betwixt man and wife.? Too much with the man, too little with the wife. Empress of love give Hermes leave to reign, My course comes next therefore resign to me. Ascend thou winged pursuivant of Ioue. Now shall Pandora be no more in love, And all these swains that were her favourits, Shall understand there mistress hath played false, And loathing her blab all to Stesias. Now is Pandora in my regiment, And I will make her false and full of slights, Thievish, lying, subtle, eloquent. For these alone belong to Mercury. Unkind Pandora to delude me thus. Too kind Learchus that hath loud her thus. Too foolish Melos that yet dotes on her. Black be the ivory of her 'ticing face, dimmed be the sunshine of her ravishing eyes. Fair may her face be, beautiful her eyes, O Iphicles abjure her, she is false. To thee Learchus and to Melos false, Nay to us all too false and full of guile, How many thousand kisses gave she me. And every kiss mixed with an amorous glance. How oft have I leaned on her silver breast, She singing on her Lute, and Melos being the note. But waking, what sweet pastime have I had, For love is watchful, and can never sleep. But ere I slept. When I had list. What then? Caetera quis nescit? Melos prevents me that I should have said. Blush Iphicles and in thy Rosy cheeks. Let all the heat that feeds thy heart appear. Droop not fair Iphicles for her misdeeds: But to revenge it haste to Stesias. Yea he shall know she is lascivious. In this complaint I'll join with thee, let us go. Stay here he comes. O Stesias what a heavenly love hast thou? A love as chaste as is Apollo's tree: As modest as a vestal virgin's eye, And yet as bright as Glow worms in the night: With which the morning decks her lovers hair. O fair Pandora, blessed Stesias. O foul Pandora, cursed Stesias. What meanst thou Iphicles? Ah is she fair that is lascivious? Or that swain blessed that she makes but a stale. He means thy love unhappy Stesias. My love? no Shepherds this is but a stale, To make me hate Pandora whom I love, So whispered late the false Gunophilus, Let it suffice that I believe you not. Love is deaf, blind, and incredulous, I never hung about Pandora's neck, She never termed me fair and thee black swain. She played not unto Melos in her bower, Nor is his green bower strewed with Primrose leaves. I kissed her not, nor did she term me love, Pandora is the love of Stesias. Sirrah, bid your Mistress come hither. I shall sir.
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O mayster I did for good vvill to you. And I beat thee for good vvill to her. VVhat hast thou to doe betvvixt man and vvife.? Too much vvith the man, too litle vvith the vvife. Empresse of loue giue Hermes leaue to reigne, My course comes next therefore resigne to me. Ascend thou winged purseuant of Ioue. Now shall Pandora be no more in loue, And all these swaines that were her fauorits, Shall vnderstand there mistres hath playde false, And lothing her blab all to Stesias. Now is Pandora in my regiment, And I will make her false and full of slights, Theeuish, lying, suttle, eloquent. For these alone belong to Mercury. Vnkind Pandora to delude me thus. Too kinde Learchus that hath loude her thus. Too foolish Melos that yet dotes on her. Blacke be the Iuory of her tysing face, Dimde be the sun-shine of her rauishing eyes. Fayre may her face be, beautifull her eyes, O Iphicles abiure her, she is false. To thee Learchus and to Melos false, Nay to vs all too false and full of guile, How many thousand kisses gaue she me. And euery kisse mixt with an amorous glaunce. How oft haue I leand on her siluer breast, She singing on her Lute, and Melos being the note. But waking, what sweete pastime haue I had, For loue is watchfull, and can neuer sleepe. But ere I slept. VVhen I had list. VVhat then? Caetera quis nescit? Melos preuents me that I should haue sayd. Blush Iphicles and in thy Rosie cheekes. Let all the heat that feeds thy heart appeare. Droope not fayre Iphicles for her misdeeds: But to reuenge it hast to Stesias. Yea he shall know she is lasciuious. In this complaint Ile ioyne with thee, let vs go. Stay heere he comes. O Stesias what a heauenly loue hast thou? A loue as chaste as is Apolloes tree: As modest as a vestall Virgins eye, And yet as bright as Glow wormes in the night: VVith which the morning decks her louers hayre. O fayre Pandora, blessed Stesias. O foule Pandora, cursed Stesias. VVhat meanst thou Iphicles? Ah is she fayre that is lasciuious? Or that swaine blest that she makes but a stale. He means thy loue vnhappy Stesias. My loue? no Shepheards this is but a stale, To make me hate Pandora whom I loue, So whispered late the false Gunophilus, Let it suffice that I beleeue you not. Loue is deafe, blinde, and incredulous, I neuer hung about Pandoraes neck, She neuer termd me fayre and thee black swaine. She playd not vnto Melos in her bowre, Nor is his greene bowre strewd with Primrose leaues. I kist her not, nor did she terme me loue, Pandora is the loue of Stesias. Sirra, bid your Mistres come hether. I shall syr.