Dekker, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Nov 9-30, payment] (Annals) romance · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
methinks it is. methinks 'tis more than tyranny. So think not I: for as there is no reason to hate any that love us, so it were madness to love all that do not hate us: women are created beautiful, only because men should woo them: for 'twere miserable tyranny to enjoin poor women to woo men: I would not hear of a woman in love for my father's kingdom. I never heard of any woman that hated love. Nor I: but we had all rather die than confess we love; our glory is to hear men sigh whilst we smile, to kill them with a frown, to strike them dead with a sharp eye, to make you this day wear a feather, and tomorrow a sick nightcap: Oh, why this is rare, there's a certain deity in this, when a Lady by the Magic of her looks, can turn a man into twenty shapes. Sweet friend, she speaks this but to torture me. I'll teach thee how to plague her: love her not. Poor Orleans, how lamentably he looks: if he stay, he'll make me surely love him for pure pity. I must send him hence, for of all sorts of love. I hate the French: I pray thee, sweet prisoner, entreat Lord Longavile to come to me presently. I will: and esteem myself more than happy, that you will employ me. Watch him, watch him for God's sake, if he sigh not or look not back. He does both: but what mystery lies in this? Nay, no mystery, 'tis as plain as Cupid's forehead: why this is as it should be: And esteem myself more than happy, that you will employ me: my French prisoner is in love over head and ears. Its wonder how he scapes drowning. With whom think you? With his keeper, for a good wager: Ah, how glad is he to obey? And how proud am I to command in this Empire of affection? Over him and such spongy-livered youths, (that lie soaking in love) I triumph more with mine eye, than ever he did over a Soldier with his sword. Is't not a gallant victory for me to subdue my Father's enemy with a look? Prince of Cyprus, you were best take heed, how you encounter an English Lady. God bless me from loving any of you, if all be so cruel. God bless me from suffering you to love me, if you be not so formable. will you command me any service, as you have done Orleans: No other service but this, that (as Orleans) you love me, for no other reason, but that I may torment you. I will: conditionally, that in all company I may call you my tormenter. You shall: conditionally, that you never beg for mercy. Come, my Lord of Galloway. Come, sweet Madam.
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Me thinkes it is. Me thinkes tis more then tyrannie. So thinke not I: for as there is no reason to hate any that loue vs, so it were madnes to loue all that doe not hate vs: women are created beautifull, onely because men should wooe them: for twere miserable tyrannie to inioyne poore women to wooe men: I would not heare of a woman in loue for my fathers kingdome. I neuer heard of any woman that hated loue. Nor I: but we had all rather die then confesse wee loue; our glorie is to heare men sigh whilst we smile, to kil them with a frowne, to strike them dead with a sharpe eye, to make you this day weare a feather, and to morrow a sicke night-cap: Oh, why this is rare, there's a certaine deitie in this, when a Lady by the Magicke of her lookes, can turne a man into twentie shapes. Sweete friend, shee speakes this but to torture mee. Ile teach thee how to plague her: loue her not. Poore Orleans, how lamentably he lookes: if hee stay, heele make me surely loue him for pure pittie. I must send him hence, for of all sortes of loue. I hate the French: I pray thee, sweet prisoner, intreate Lord Longauile to come to me presently. I will: and esteeme myselfe more then happie, that you will imploy me. Watch him, watch him for Gods sake, if hee sigh not or looke not backe. He does both: but what misterie lyes in this? Nay, no misterie, tis as plaine as Cupids forehead: why this is as it should be: And esteeme my selfe more then happie, that you will imploy me: my French prisoner is in loue ouer head and eares. Its wonder how he scapes drowning. With whom thinke you? With his keeper, for a good wager: Ah, how glad is he to obey? And how proud am I to command in this Empire of affection? Ouer him and such Spungy-liuerd youthes, (that lie soaking in loue) I triumph more with mine eye, then euer he did ouer a Souldier with his sword. Ist not a gallant victorie for me to subdue my Fathers enemy with a looke? Prince of Cyprus, you were best take heede, how you encounter an English Lady. God blesse me from louing any of you, if all bee so cruell. God blesse me from suffring you to loue me, if you be not so formable. Wil you commaund me any seruice, as you haue done Orleans: No other seruice but this, that (as Orleans) you loue me, for no other reason, but that I may torment you. I wil: conditionally, that in all companie I may call you my tormenter. You shall: conditionally, that you neuer beg for mercy. Come, my Lord of Galloway. Come, sweete Madam.