Jack Drum's Entertainment (Katherine and Pasquil) · chunk 30 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 0.70 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Sound Music, then pray God it take effect. Mark with what passion he sucks up the sweets Of this fame delicate harmonious breath. Observe him well, methinks his eye is fixed Upon some object that seems to attract His very soul forth with astonishment Mark with what vehemence his thoughts do speak Even in his eyes, some creature stands far off, That hath entranced him with a pleasing sight. Amazement, wonder, stiff astonishment, Stare and stand gazing on this miracle, Perfection, of whate'er a human thought Can reach with his discursive faculties, Thou whose sweet presence purifies my sense, And dost create a second soul in me, Dear Katherine, the life of Pasquil's hopes. Dear Pasquil, the life of Katherine's hopes. Once more let me embrace the constant'st one That e'er was termed her Sex perfection. Once more let me be valued worth his love, In decking of whose soul, the graces strove. Spite hath outspent itself, and thus at last, We clip with joyful arm each other's waist. O pardon me thou dread omnipotence, I thought thou couldst not thus have blessed me. O thou hast dewed my grey hairs with thy love, And made my old heart sprout with fertile joy. Forget dear father, that my act hath wronged The quiet of your age. No more, no more, I know what thou wouldst say Daughter, there's nothing but salvation, Could come unto my heart more gracious Than is the sight of my dear Katherine. Son Pasquill now, for thou shalt be my son, What frolic gentle youth. Is Mammon here? Oh Sir, M. Mammon is in a City of jury, called Bethlem, Alias plain Bedlam: the price of whips is mightily risen since his brain was pitifully overtumbled, they are so fast spent upon his shoulders. Oh sacred heavens, how just is thy revenge? Why? did he cast you in the labyrinth Of these strange crosses? Yes honoured knight, which in more private place And fitter time, I will disclose at large. Faith Sister, as I am your elder borne, So will I match before or with you sure, Young M. Brabant? By this light not I. Honest M. Ellis? No indeed la, not I, I do not use to marry: For even as black patches are worn, Some for pride, some to stay the rheum, and Some to hide the scab, even so Iohn Ellis Scorn her, that hath scorned him. Virtuous Master Planet. Errant wandering star we shall near agree. M. Brabant, M. Planet, M. Ellis, faith I'll have any. But nobody will have thee, this is the plague of light inconstancy. Go Twedle, bid the Butler broach fresh wine, Set up wax lights, and furnish new the boards, Knock down a score of beeves, Invite my neighbours straight, And make my Dressers groan with weight of meat. M. Ellis, pray you let us hear your high Dutch Song, You are admired for it: Good let's hear it.
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Sound Musicke, then pray God it take effect. Mark with what passion he sucks vp the sweets Of this fame delicate harmonious breath. Obserue him well, me thinkes his eye is fixt Vpon some obiect that seemes to attract His verie soule forth with astonishment Marke with what vehemence his thoughts do speake Euen in his eies, some creature stands farre off, That hath intranc'te him with a pleasing sight. Amazement, wonder, stiffe astonishment, Stare and stand gazing on this miracle, Perfection, of what e're a humane thought Can reach with his discoursiue faculties, Thou whose sweet presence purifies my sence, And doest create a second soule in me, Deare Katherine, the life of Pasquils hopes. Deare Pasquil, the life of Katherines hopes. Once more let me imbrace the constant's one That e're was tearmde her Sexe perfection. Once more let me be valued worth his loue, In decking of whose soule, the graces stroue. Spight hath outspent it selfe, and thus at last, We clip with ioyful arme each others wast. O pardon me thou dread omnipotence, I thought thou couldst not thus haue blessed me. O thou hast deaw'd my gray haires with thy loue, And made my old heart sprout with fertill ioy. Forget deare father, that my act hath wrongd The quiet of your age. No more, no more, I know what thou wold'st say Daughter, there's nothing but saluation, Could come vnto my heart more gratious Then is the sight of my deare Katherine. Sonne Pasquill now, for thou shalt be my sonne, What frolicke gentle youth. Is Mamon heere? Oh Sir, M. Mamon is in a Citie of Iurye, called Bethlem, Alias plaine Bedlame: the price of whips is mightily risen since his braine was pitifully ouertumbled, they are so fast spent vpon his shoulders. Oh sacred heauens, howiust is thy reuenge? Why? did he cast you in the laborinth Of these straunge crosses? Yes honor'd knight, which in more priuate place And fitter time, I will disclose at large. Faith Sister, as I am your elder borne, So will I match before or with you sure, Young M. Brabant? By this light not I. Honest M. Ellis? No indeed law, not I, I do not vse to marrie▪ For euen as blacke patches are worne, Some for pride, some to stay the Rhewme, and Some to hide the scab, euen so Iohn Ellis Scorne her, that hath scorned him. Vertuous Maister Planet. Errant wandring starre we shall nere agree. M. Brabant, M. Planet, M. Ellis, faith Ile haue any. But no bodie will haue thee, this is the plague of light inconstancie. Go Twedle, bid the Butler broach fresh wine, Set vp waxe lights, and furnish new the boords, Knocke downe a score of Beefes, Inuite my neighbors straight, And make my Dressers grone with waight of meate. M. Ellis, pray you let vs heare your high Dutch Song, You are admired for it: Good lets heare it.