The Blind Beggar of Alexandria (Irus) · chunk 16 of 26
Chapman, George · published 1598 · first performed or written 1596 [Feb 12] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.74 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Bright Nymph I come in name of all the world, That now sustains dead winter in the spring, To have a graces from thy summer darted, Thy love sweet soul is all that I desire, To make a general summer in this heart, Where winter's double wrath hath tyrannized. How dare you Leon thus solicit me, Where if the Count my husband should come now, And see you courting you were sure to die. Oh but he is safe, for at my house, Booted and spurred and in his velvet gown, He took his horse and rode unto Corrucus, And therefore beauteous Lady make not strange, To take a friend and add unto thy joys, O happ wedlocke: the end of euery acte, Is to increase contentment and renown, Both which my love: shall amply joy in you, How can renown ensue an act of shame, No act hath any shame within itself, But in the knowledge and ascription. Of the base world from whom shall this be kept, As in a labyrinth or a brazen tower. But virtues sole regard must hold me back. The virtue of each thing is in the praise, And I will rear thy praises to the skies, Out of my treasury choose the choice of gold, Till thou find some matching thy hair in brightness, But that will never, be so choose thou ever. Out of my Jewelry choose thy choice of Diamonds, Till thou find some as bright some as thine eyes, But that will never be, so choose thou ever, Choose Rubies out until thou match thy lips, Pearl till thy teeth, and ivory till thy skin, Be matched in whiteness but that will never be. Nor never shall my treasury have end, Till on there beauty's Ladies loath to spend, But that will never be so choose thou ever. Now what a God's name would this vain man have, Do you not shame to tempt a woman thus, I know not what to say nor what to do, He would have me do that I fear I should not, Some thing it is he seeks that he thinks good, And methinks he should be more wise than I, I am a foolish girl though I be married And know not what to do, the Gods do know. Are you content sweet love to grant me love, and what then sir. To grant me lodging in your house this night, I think the man be weary of his life, Know you the Count my husband. marvelous well and am of him, Faith that you are as sure as I myself, So you did talk of gold and Diamonds, I and gold and Diamonds shall my sweet love have, Well I'll not bid you sir but if you come, At your own peril for I'll wash my hands. A plague of all sanguine simpliciti But do you hear sir pray you do not think that I granted you.
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Bright Nimph I come in name of all the worlde, That now sustaines dead winter in the spring, To haue a graces from thy summer darted, Thy loue sweetsoule is all that I desire, To make a generall sommer in this hart, VVhere winters duble wrath hath tnisde. How dare you Leon thus solicit mee, VVhere if the Count my husband should come now, And see you courting you were sure to die. Oh but he is safe, for at my house, Booted and spurd and in his veluet gowne, He tooke his horse and rode vnto Corrucus, And therefore beautious Ladie mak not strange, To take a nd and adde vn to thy Ioyes, O happ wedlocke: the end of euery acte, Is to incse connt and renowne, Both which my loue: shall amplye ioy in you, How can owne ensue an ct of shame, No ac hath any shame within itselfe, But in the knowledge and ascription. Of the base world from whom shall this be kept, As in a laborinth or a brasen tower. But vertues sole regard must hold me backe. The vertue of each thing is in the prayse, And I will rea thy prayses to the skyes, Out of my tresurie chuse the choyse of gold, Till thou finde some matching thy hayre in brightnesse, But that will neuer, be so chuse thou euer. Out of my Iewelrye chuse thy choyse of Diamondes▪ Till thou finde some as bright some as thyne eyes, But that will neuer be, so chuse thou euer, Chuse Rubies out vntill thou match thy lippes, Pearle till thy teeth, and Iuorie till thy skinne, Be matcht in whitnesse but that wil neuer bee. Nor neuer shall my tresurie haue end, Till on there beauties Ladies loth to spend, But that will neuer be so chuse thou euer. Now what a gods name would this vayne man haue, Do you not shame to tempt a woman thus, I know not what to saye nor what to doe, He would haue me doe that I feare I should not, Some thing it is he seekes that he thinkes good, And me thinkes he should be more wise then I, I am a foolish girle though I be married And know not what to doe, the Gods doe know. Are you content sweete loue to graunt me loue, and what then sir. To grant me lodging in your house this night, I thinke the man be wearie of his life, Know you the Count my husband. Marueilous well and amassurd of him, Faith that you re as sure as I my selfe, So you did talke of gold and Diamonds, I and gold and Diamondes shal my sweet loue haue, VVell Ile not bid you sir but if you come, At your owne perill for Ile wash my handes. A plague of all sanguine simpliciti But do you heare sir pray you do not thinke that I granted you.