Anonymous · published 1598 · first performed or written 1590 [1588-1598; revised 1610] (Annals) romance · Unknown T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.79 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Have I not saved thee from sudden death, Giving thee leave to live that thou mightst love? And dost thou whet me on to cruelty; Come kiss me sweet for all my favours past. I may not Bremo and therefore pardon me. See how she flings away from me; I will follow and give a rend to her, Deny my love, ah worm of beauty I will chastise thee: come, come, prepare thy head upon the block Oh spare me Bremo love should limit life, Not to be made a murderer of himself If thou wilt glut thy loving heart with blood, Encounter with the lion or the bear, And a like wolf pray not upon a lamb. Why then dost thou repine at me? If thou wilt love me thou shalt be my queen, I will crown thee with a complete made of ivory, And make the rose and lily wait on thee, I'll rend the burley branches from the oak, To shadow thee from buring sun. The trees shall spread themselves where thou dost go, And as they spread, i'll trace along with thee, You may, for who but you? Thou shalt be fed with quails and partridges With black birds, larks, thrushes and nightingales. Thy drink shall be goats milk and crystal water, Distilled from the fountains & the clearest springs. And all the dainties that the woods afford. I'll freely give thee to obtain thy love. You may, for who but you? The day i'll spend to recreate my love, With all the pleasures that I can devise, And 〈…〉 thy bedfellow, An 〈…〉 thee in mine arms. , o may not you. The satires & the woodnimphs shall attend on the And lull thee a sleep with musics sound, And in the morning when thou dost awake The lark shall sing good morn to my queen, And whilst he singes i'll kiss my Amadine. You may, for who but you. When thou art up, the wood lanes shallbe strawed With violets, cowslips and sweet marigolds. For thee to trampel and to trace upon, And I will teach thee how to kill the dear, To chase the hart and how to rouse the roe, If thou wilt live to love and honour me. You may for who but you? Welcomed sir, an hour ago I looked for such a gest Be merry wench, we'll have a frolic feast, here's flesh enough for to suffice us both, Stay sirrah, wilt thou fight or dost thou yeel to die? I want a weapon, how can I fight? Thou wants a weapon, why then thou yeelst to die. I say not so, I do not yield to die. Thou shalt not choose, I long to see thee dead Yet spare him Bremo spare him A way, I say, I will not spare him. Yet give me leave to speak. Thou shalt not speak. Yet give him leave to speak for my sake. Speak on, but be not over long.
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Haue I not saued thee from sudden death, Giuing thee leaue to liue that thou mightst loue? And dost thou whet me on to crueltie; Come kisse me swee for all my fauours past. I may not Bremo and therefore pardon me. See how shee flings away from me; I will follow and giue a rend to her, Denie my loue, ah worme of beautie I wil chastice the com, com, prepare thy head vpon the block Oh spare me Bremo loue should limit life, Not to be made a murderer of him selfe If thou wilt glut thy louing heart with blood, Encounter with the lion or the beare, And a like wolfe pray not vpon a lambe. Why then dost thou repine at me? If thou wilt loue me thou shalt be my quene, I will crowne thee with a complet made of Iuorie, And make the rose and lilly wait on thee, Ile end the burley braunches from the oke, To shadow thee from buring sunne. The trees shall spred themselues where thou dost go, And as they spread, ile trace along with thee, You may, for who but you? Thou shalt bee ed with quailes and partridges With blacke birds, larkes, thrushes and nightingales. Thy dinke shall bee goates milke and christal water, Distilled from the fountaines & the clearest springs. And all the dainties that the woods afforde. Ile frely giue thee to obtaine thy loue. You may, for who but you? The day ile spend to recreate my loue, With all the pleaues that I can deuise, An hy bedfellow, An thee in mine armes. , o may not you. The satyres & the woodnimphs shal attend on the And lull thee a sleepe with musickes sounde, And in the morning when thou dost awake The lark shall sing good morne to my queene, And whilst he singes ile kisse my Amadine. You may, for who but you. When thou art vp, the wood lanes shalbe strawed With violets, cowslips and swete marigolds. For thee to trampel and to trace vpon, And I will teach thee how to kill the deare, To chase the hart and how to rowse the roe If thou wilt liue to loue and honour mee. You may for who but you? Welcomd sir, an howre ago I lookt for such a gest Be merrie wench, weele haue a frollike feast, Heeres flesh inough for to suffise vs both, Staie sirra, wilt thou fight or dost thou yeel to die? I want a weapon, how can I fight? Thou wants a weapon, why then thou yeelst to die. I say not so, I doe not yeeld to die. Thou shalt not choose, I long to see thee dead Yet pare him Bremo spare him A way, I say, I will not spare him. Yet giue me leaue to speake. Thou shalt not speake. Yet giue him leaue to speake for my sake. Speake on, but be not ouer long.