Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Maid's Metamorphosis · chunk 20 of 28

Anonymous · published 1600 · first performed or written 1600 [1599-1600] (Annals)
pastoral; romance · Children of Paul's (second)
T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.84 · 491 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.

Forward I pray ye, faint not in your tale. It will not all be worth a cup of Ale. A short discourse of that which is too long however pleasing, can never seem but wrong: Yet would my tragic story fit the stage, Pleasant in youth, but wretched in mine age. Blind Fortune setting up and pulling down, Abused by those myself raised to renown: But that which wrings me near, and wounds my heart, Is a false brothers base unthankful part. A small offence compared with my disease, No doubt ingratitude in time may cease And be forgot: my grief outlives all hours: Raining on my head, continual hapless showers. You sing of yours, and I of mine relate: To every one, seems worst his own estate. But to proceed, exiled thus by spite, Both country I forego, and brother's sight: And coming hither where I thought to live, Yet here I cannot but lament and grieve. Some comfort yet in this there doth remain: That you have found a partner in your pain. How are your sorrows subject, let me hear? More overthrown, and deeper in despair Than is the manner of your heavy smart, My cureless grief, doth rankle at my heart. And in a word, to hear the sum of all, I love, and am beloved: but therewithal The sweetness of that banquet must forego, Whose pleasant taste is changed with bitter woe. A conflict, but to try your noble mind, As common unto youth, as rain to wind. But hence it it that doth me treble wrong, Expected good, that is forborn so long: Doth lose the virtue which the use would prove. Are you then sir, despised of your Love? No, but deprived of her company. And for my careless negligence therein: Am bound to do this penance for my sin. That if I never find where she remains, I vow a year shallbe my end of pains. Was she then lost within this Forest here? Lost or forlorn, to me she was right dear. And this is certain, unto him that could The place where she abides to me unfold: For ever I would vow myself his friend, Never revolting till my life did end. And therefore sir, (as well I know your skill) If you will give me physic for this ill, And show me if Eurymine do live, It were a recompense for all my pain, And I should think my joys were full again. They know the want of health that have been sick, myself sometime acquainted with the like, Do learn in duty of a kind regard, To pity him whose hap hath been so hard. How long I pray ye hath she absent been? Three days it is since that my Love was seen. here's learning for the nonce, that stands on joints: For all his cunning, i'll scarce give two points. Mercurio regnant virum, subsequent Luna, Faeminum designat.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Maid's Metamorphosis
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1600
First performance / composition (Annals)1600 [1599-1600]
First performance (BritDrama)1600
Company (BritDrama)Children of Paul's (second)
Genre (British Drama)pastoral; romance
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 370 · TCP A06742 · DEEP 287
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1176–1236 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 28 in this edition
Length491 words · 628 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T4 — Love-longing and the lover's complaint cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.836 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T2 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Forward I pray ye, faint not in your tale. It will not all be worth a cup of Ale. A ſhort diſcourſe of that which is too long How euer pleaſing, can neuer ſeeme but wrong: Yet would my tragicke ſtory fit the ſtage, Pleaſaunt in youth, but wretched in mine age. Blinde Fortune ſetting vp and pulling downe, A buſde by thoſe my ſelfe raiſde to renowne: But yt which wrings me neer, and wounds my hart, Is a falſe brothers baſe vnthankfull part. A ſmal offence comparde with my diſeaſe, No doubt ingratitude in time may ceaſe And be forgot: my grief out-liues all howres: Raining on my head, continual hapleſſe ſhowers. You ſing of yours, and I of mine relate: To euery one, ſeemes worſt his owne eſtate. But to proceed, exiled thus by ſpight, Both country I forgoe, and brothers ſight: And comming hither where I thought to liue, Yet here I cannot but lament and greeue. Some comfort yet in this there doth remaine: That you haue found a partner in your paine. How are your ſorrowes ſubiect, let me heare? More ouerthrowne, and deeper in diſpaire Than is the manner of your heauie ſmart, My cureleſſe griefe, doth ranckle at my hart. And in a word, to heare the ſumme of all, I loue, and am belou'd: but there-withall The ſweetneſſe of that banquet muſt forgo, Whoſe pleaſant taſt is chaungde with bitter wo. A conflict, but to try your noble minde, As common vnto youth, as raine to winde. But hence it it that doth me treble wrong, Expected good, that is forborne ſo long: Doth looſe the vertue which the vſe would proue. Are you then ſir, deſpiſed of your Loue? No, but depriued of her company. And for my careles negligence therein: Am bound to doo this penaunce for my ſin. That if I neuer finde where ſhe remaines, I vowe a yeare ſhalbe my end of paines. Was ſhe then loſt within this Forreſt here? Loſt or forlorn, to me ſhe was right deere. And this is certaine, vnto him that could The place where ſhe abides to me vnfold: For euer I would vow my ſelfe his friend, Neuer reuolting till my life did end. And therefore ſir, (as well I know your skill) If you will giue me phiſicke for this ill, And ſhewe me if Eurymine do liue, It were a recompence for all my paine, And I ſhould thinke my ioyes were full againe. They know the want of health that haue bene ſick, My ſelfe ſometime acquainted with the like, Do learne in dutie of a kinde regard, To pittie him whoſe hap hath bene ſo hard. How long I pray ye hath ſhe abſent beene? Three dayes it is ſince that my Loue was ſeene. Heer's learning for the nonce, that ſtands on ioynts: For all his cunning, ile ſcarſe giue two poynts. Mercurio regnante virum, ſubſequente Luna, Faeminum deſignat.