The Blind Beggar of Alexandria (Irus) · chunk 26 of 26
Chapman, George · published 1598 · first performed or written 1596 [Feb 12] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 523 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
We did my Lord and wonder at his courage His merit doth deserve a better place. Then to be burgomaster of Alexandria. Then say my Lords how shall we deal with him. Had he been widower he might have wedded with this countesse here. Oh I have one of mine own I thank you sir, here's one has the sweet of them I faith: My Lord the offer had been to high a grace for him For near did eye behold a fairer face. So sayth mine eye that hath my heart incensed. And Rhesus methinks this exceeds her far, No question of it as the son a star. As suddenly as lightning beauty wounds. None ever loud but at first sight they loud. loves darts are swift as is the lightning fire. See he shoots arrows burning from her eyes. Why which loves Rhesus. This celestial dame. And which loves Bion. even the very same. Then may I freely joy the countesse here. No Porus for Bebritius loves her too Are they in love oh God's would that were true My loving joy the fresh desire of kings. How now my Lords doth beauty startle you. More than dead stocks would startle at such beauty, In vain do I resist my passions, Mighty Cleanthes to annex my heart, In love to thee as well as victory, Grant this fair countesse here may be my queen. No great Cleanthes give her to my hand, Whose heart was first the subject of her graces. Then let the Arabian king make this his queen. Nay this Cleanthes let my love enjoy. How fatal are these loves now I perceive, Their fortunes that I told as I was Irus. Will now in force I see be come to pass. Oh holy Irus blessed be thy tongue, That like an orator hath told our fortunes. He told us we should soon lose our first loves, Making our second choice 'mongst greatest kings. I did indeed, but God knows knew not how. How say you master brother, am not I secret now, Thou art and be so still for not the world, Shall ever know the mad pranks I have played, Now stand fair my Lords and let these Ladies view you, In my eye now the blackest is the fairest, For every woman chooseth white and red, Come martial Perus thou shalt have my love. Out on thee foolish woman thou hast chose a devil. Not yet sir till he have horns. 'tis not the face and colour I regard, But fresh and lovely youth allures my choice. And thee most beauteous Bion I affect. Hapless is Rhesus. accursed Bebritius. Have patience gentle Lords I will provide, Other Egyptian Ladies for your turn, So will we link in perfect league of love So shall the victory you lost to me, Set double glory on your conquered heads. So let us go to frolic in our Court. Carousing free whole bouls of greekish wine, In honour of the conquest we have made, That at our banquet all the Gods may tend, Plauding our victory and this happy end.
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We did my Lord and wonder at his courage His merit doth deserue a better place. Then to be Burgomaister of Alexandria. Then say my Lordes how shall we deale with him. Had he beene widower he might haue wedded with this countesse heere. Oh I haue one of mine owne I thanke you sir, heres one has the sweete of them I fayth: My Lord the offer had beene to hye a grace for him For neare did eye behold a fayrer face. So sayth mine eye that hath my hart incenst. And Rhesus me thinkes this exceedes her farre, No question of it as the sonne a starre. As sodaynely as lightning beautie woundes. None euer loud but at first sight they loud▪ Loues dartes are swift as is the lightning fier. See he shootes arrowes buring from her eyes. VVhy which loues Rhesus. This coelestiall dame. And which loues Bion▪ Euen the very same. Then may I freely Ioy the countesse heere. No Porus for Bitins loues her too Are they in loue oh Gods would that were true My louing ioy the fresh desire of kinges. How now my Lords doth beauty startle you▪ More then dead stockes would startle at such beauty, In vayne do I resist my passions, Mightie Cleanthes to annex y hart, In loue to thee aswell as victorie, Grant this fayre countesse here may be my queene. No great Cleanthes giue her to my hand, VVhose hart was first the subiect of her graces. Then let the Arabian king make this his queene. Nay this eanthes let my loue inioy. How fatall are these loues now I perceaue, Their fortunes that I told as I was Irus. VVill now in force I see be come to passe. Oh holy Irus blessed be thy tongue, That like an orator hath told our fortunes. He told vs we should soone lose our first loues, Making our second choise mongst greatest kinges. I did indeede, but God knowes knew not how. How say you maister brother, am not I secret now▪ Thou art and be so still for not the worlde, Shall euer know the mad prankes I haue played, Now stand sayre my Lordes and let these Ladies view you, In my eye now the blackest is the fayrest, For euery woman chooseth white and red, Come martiall Perus thou shalt haue my loue. Out on thee foolish woman thou hast chose a deuill. Not yet sir til he haue hornes. Tis not the face and colour I regard, But fresh and louely youth allures my choyse. And thee most beautious Bion I affecte. Haplesse is Rhesus. Accurst britius. Haue patience gentle Lordes I will prouide, Other Aegyptian Ladies for your tne, So will we linke in perfit league of lou So shall the victorie you lost to me, Set double glorie on your conquered hedes. So let vs goe to frolicke in our Court. Carousing free whole boules of greekish win ▪ In honor of the conquest we haue made, That at our banquet all the Gods may tend, Plauding our victorie and this happie end.