Jack Drum's Entertainment (Katherine and Pasquil) · chunk 16 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 0.65 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Complement, is as much as what call you it, 'tis derived of the Greek word, a pox on't. You shall see M. Puff and me toss it, i'faith mark with what grace I encounter him. Heart thy brother's like the Instrument the Merchants sent over to the great Turk: you need not play upon him, he'll make music of himself, and he be once set going. M. Puff, I long to do fair service to your love. Most accomplished wit, exquisitely accoutred, (Puff) judgement, I could wish my ability worthy your service, and my service worthy your ability. By the Lord fustian, now I understand it: complement is as much as fustian. I protest your abilities are infinite, your perfections matchless, your matchless perfection infinite in ability, and your infinite ability, matchless in perfection. Good again, rejoice Brabant, thy brother will not live long, he talks Idly already. Delicious spirit, disparaged not your courtesy, stand not bare to him that was borne to honour you. Let us press our hairs then, with an uniform consent. The pressure of my hairs, or the puncture of my heart, stands at the service of your solid perfections: my life is bound to your love, your love being my life, though my life be not worthy your love, your perfection is the centre to which all the parallels of my affection are drawn: your love my life, your perfection, my affection, being— Your Ass, my Fool. Being chained by the mighty coplet of inevitable destiny, who seeth the sun, but he must adore it: who seeth beauty, but he must honour it: who vieweth gold, but he must covet it: then, (o then) who can behold your sunlike beauteous golden beauties, but he must more than adore, much more than honour, and most infinitely love to be out, out, out. Out he is indeed. he's at a stand, like a resty jade, or a Fiddler, when he hath cracked his Minikin. Outrageously addicted to the worthy pursuit of such matchless worth. Sir, I can rest but truly thankful, for your more than good conceit of my no less than little worth. And now fir for the consequent hours of the day; how stands your intention for employment? I ha' ta'en my leave of Sir Edward, bid adieu to love, my Mistress is gone, my humour is spent, my joys are at an end, and therefore Gentlemen, I leave love, and fall to the (puff) Law, I will inter myself in Ployden's Coffin, and take an eternal congee of the world. And so sweet gallants farewell. Nay I'll follow you to your grave. Gentlemen you'll not accompany the corpse? No, no, look Ned Brabant, yond's a pleasing object for thy eyes. My Mistress is turned Bucephalus, nobody must ride her but Alexander: nobody kiss her but Iohn Ellis. Now stand and list good Planet.
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Complement, is as much as what call you it, tis deriued of the Greeke word, a pox ont. You shall see M. Puffe and me tosse it, Ifaith marke with what grace I encounter him. Hart thy brother's like the Instrument the Merchants sent ouer to the great Turke: you need not play vpon him, heele make musicke of himselfe, and hee bee once set going. M. Puffe, I long to do faire seruice to your loue. Most accomplisht wit, exquisitly accoutred, (Puffe) Iudgement, I could wish my abilitie worthie your seruice, and my seruice worthie your abilitie. By the Lord fustian, now I vnderstand it: complement is as much as fustian. I protest your abilities are infinite, your perfections matchlesse, your matchlesse perfection infinite in abilitie, and your infinite abilitie, matchlesse in perfection. Good againe, reioyce Brabant, thy brother will not liue long, he talkes Idlely alreadie. Delicious spirit, disparage not your courtesie, stand not bare to him that was borne to honor you. Let vs presse our haires then, with an vniforme consent. The pressure of my haires, or the puncture of my heart, standes at the seruice of your ollide perfections: my life is bound to your loue, your loue being my life, tho my life bee not worthie your loue, your perfection is the center to which all the paralels of my affection are drawne: your loue my life, your perfection, my affection, being— Your Asse, my Foole. Being chainde by the mightie coplet of ineuitable destenie, who seeth the sunne, but hee must adore it: who seeth beautie, but he must honour it: who vieweth gold, but he must couet it: then, (ô then) who can behold your sun-like beauteous golden beauties, but he must more then adore, much more then honour, and most infinitely loue to be out, out, out. Out he is indeed. Hee's at a stand, like a restie Iade, or a Fidler, whē he hath crackt his Minikin. Outragiously addicted to the worthie pursuite of such matchlesse worth. Sir, I can rest but truly thankfull, for your more then good conceit of my no lesse then litle worth. And now fir for the consequent houres of the day; how stands your intencion for imployment? I ha tane my leaue of Sir Edward, bid adiew to loue, my Mistresse is gone, my humour is spent, my ioyes are at an end, and therefore Gentlemen, I leaue loue, and fall to the (puffe) Lawe, I will interre my selfe in Ploydens Coffin, and take an eternall Conge of the world. And so sweete gallants farewell. Nay Ile follow you to your graue. Gentlemen youle not accompany the coarse? No, no, looke Ned Brabant, yons a pleasing obiect for thy eyes. My Mistresse is turnde Bucephalus, no bodie must ride her but Alexander: no bodie kisse her but Iohn Ellis. Now stand and list good Planet.