Jack Drum's Entertainment (Katherine and Pasquil) · chunk 10 of 32
Marston, John · published 1601 · first performed or written 1600 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.83 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
The glooming morn with shining Arms hath chased The silver Ensign of the grim cheeked night, And forced the sacred troops of sparkling stars Into their private Tents, yet calm hushed sleep Strikes dumb the snoring world: yet frolic youth That's lately matched unto a well shaped Lass, clips his sweet Mistress, with a pleasing arm, Whilst the great power of Imperious Love Summons my duty to salute the shine Of my loves beauties. unequalled Katherine I bring no Music to prepare thy thoughts To entertain an amorous discourse: More music's in thy name, and sweet dispose, Then in Apollo's Lyre, or Orpheus close. I'll chant thy name, and so enchant each ear, That Katherine's happy name shall hear. My Katherine, my life, my Katherine. My Ned, my Pasquil, sweet I come, I come, Even with like swiftness, though not with like heart: As the fierce falcon stoops to rising fowl I hurry to thee: do not go away, The place is private, and 'tis yet scarce day. Oh these kind words imparadise my thoughts. Ha, ha, young Pasquil have I found you out? Is't you must bore my nose, I'll bore your heart: Why this same boy's as bare as naked Truth. A low ebbed gallant, yet she'll match with him: I'll match him, if his skin be poniard proof. He may scape the force of gold and murder, if not, As you return sir, I will pepper you. And art thou come dear heart, first fee be this, This kind embrace, and next this modest kiss. This is no kiss, but an Ambrosian bowl, The Nectar dew of thy delicious soul: Let me suck one kiss more, and with a nimble lip, Nibble upon those Rosy banks, more soft and clear Then is the jewelled tip of Venus' ear. Oh how a kiss inflames a lovers thought, With such a fuel let me burn and die, And like to Hercules so mount the sky. Come you grow wanton. Oh you bite my lip. In faith you jest, I did but softly sip The Roseal juice of your reviving breath: Let clumsy judgements, chillblained gouty wits Bung up their chief content within the whoops Of a stuffed dry Fat: and repose their hopes Of happiness, and heart's tranquillity, Upon increase of dirt: but let me live Clipped in the cincture of a faithful arm, Lulled in contented joy, being made divine, With the most precious love of Katherine. Let the unsanctified spirit of ambition Entice the choice of muddy minded Dames To yoke themselves to swine, and for vain hope Of gay rich trappings, be still spurred and pricked With pining discontent for nuptial sweets. But let me live loved in my husband's eyes, Whose thoughts with mine, may sweetly sympathize. The heavens shall melt, the sun shall cease to shine, Before I leave the love of Katherine. Nay when heavens melted, & the sun struck dead, Even then my love shall not be vanquished. When I turn fickle, virtue shall be vice.
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The glooming morne with shining Armes hath chaste The siluer Ensign of the grim cheekt night, And forc'd the sacred troupes of sparkling starres Into their priuate Tents, yet calme husht sleepe Strikes dumbe the snoring world: yet frolick youth Thats lately matcht vnto a well shapte Lasse, Clippes his sweet Mistresse, with a pleasing arme, Whilst the great power of Imperious Loue Sommons my dutie to salute the shine Of my Loues beauties. Vnequald Katherine I bring no Musick to prepare thy thoughts To entertaine an amorous discourse: More Musick's in thy name, and sweet dispose, Then in Apollos Lyre, or Orpheus close. I'le chaunt thy name, and so inchaunt each eare, That Katherinas happie name shall heare. My Katherine, my life, my Katherine. My Ned, my Pasquil, sweet I come, I come, Euen with like swiftnes, tho not with like heart: As the fierce Fawcon stoupes to rysing fowle I hurrey to thee: do not goe away, The place is priuate, and tis yet scarce day. Oh these kind words imparadize my thoughts. Ha, ha, yong Pasquil haue I found you out▪ Ist you must bore my nose, Ile bore your heart: Why this same boy's as bare as naked Truthe. A lowe ebd gallant, yet sheele match with him: Ile match him, if his skin be ponyard proofe▪ He may scape the force of gold and murder, if not▪ As you returne sir, I will pepper you. And art thou come deare hart, first fee be this, This kinde imbrace, and next this modest kis. This is no kisse, but an Ambrosian bowle, The Nectar deaw of thy delicious sowle: Let me sucke one kisse more, and with a nimble lip, Nibble vpon those Rosie bankes, more soft and cleare Then is the Ieweld tip of Venus eare. Oh how a kisse inflames a Louers thought, With such a fewell let me burne and die, And like to Hercules so mount the skie. Come you grow wanton. Oh you bite my lip. In faith you Iest, I did but softly sip The Roseall Iuice of your reuiuing breath: Let clumsie iudgements, chilblaind gowtie wits Bung vp their chiefe content within the whoopes Of a stuft dry Fatt: and repose their hopes Of happinesse, and hearts tranquilitie, Vpon increase of durt: but let me liue Clipt in the cincture of a faithfull arme, Luld in contented ioy, being made diuine, With the most precious loue of Katherine. Let the vnsanctified spirit of ambition Entice the choyse of muddy minded Dames To yoke themselues to swine, and for vaine hope Of gay rich trappings, be still spurd and prickt With pining discontent for nuptiall sweetes. But let me liue lou'd in my husbands eies, Whose thoughts with mine, may sweetly simpathize. The heauens shall melt, the sun shall cease to shine, Before I leaue the loue of Katherine. Nay when heauens melted, & the sun strooke dead, Euen then my loue shall not be vanquished. When I turne fickle, vertue shall be vice.