Cynthia's Revels, or The Fountain of Self-Love · chunk 36 of 66
Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1600 [1600-1601] (Annals) satire · Children of the Chapel (second) unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
With what, MORIA? With a glister. Who, HEDON? A travailer. Then, The thing done was, An oration was made. Rehearse. An oration was made. By a travailer. With a glister. In a pair of pained slops, Last progress. For the delight of ladies. A few heat drops, and a months mirth followed. And, this silent gentleman would have done it better. This was not so good, now. In good faith, these unhappy pages would be whipped, for staying thus. Beshrew my hand, and my heart, else. I do wonder at their protraction! Pray VENUS, my whore have not discovered herself to the rascally hoys, and that be the cause of their stay. I must suit myself with another page: this idle PROSAITES will never be brought to wait well. Sir, I have a kinsman I could willingly wish to your service, if you would deign to accept of him. And I shall be glad (most sweet lady) to embrace him: where is he? I can fetch him, sir, but I would be loath to make you turn away your other page. You shall not, most sufficient lady, I will keep both: pray you let's go see him. Whither goes my love? I'll return presently, I go but to see a page, with this lady. As sure as fate, 't is so; she has opened all: A pox of all cockatrices. Dam'me, if she have played loose with me, I'll cut her throat, within a hairs breadth, so it may be healed again. What, is he jealous of his Hermaphrodite? O, ay, this will be excellent sport. PHANTASTE! ARGURION! what? you are suddenly struck, methinks! for loves sake let's have some music, till they come. Ambition, reach the lyra, I pray you. Any thing to which my Honour shall direct me. Come, AMORPHUS, cheer up PHANTASTE. It shall be my pride, fair lady, to attempt all that is in my power. But here is an instrument that (alone) is able to infuse soul in the most melancholic, and dull disposed creature upon earth. O! let me kiss thy fair knees. Beauteous ears attend it. Will you have the Kiss, Honour? ay, good Ambition. O, That joy so soon should waste! or so sweet a bliss as a kiss, Might not for ever last! So sugared, so melting, so soft, so delicious, The dew that lies on roses, When the morn herself discloses, is not so precious. O, rather than I would it smother, Were I to taste such another; It should be my wishing That I might die kissing. I made this ditty, and the note to it, upon a kiss that my Honour gave me; how like you it, sir? A pretty air, in general, I like it well: but in particular, your long die-note did arride me most, but it was somewhat too long. I can show one, almost of the same nature, but much before it and not so long, in a composition of mine own. I think I have both the note, and ditty about me.
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With what, MORIA? With a glyster. Who, HEDON? A trauailer. Then, The thing done was, An oration was made. Rehearse. An oration was made. By a trauailer. With a glyster. In a paire of pain'd slops, Last progresse. For the delight of ladies. A few heat drops, and a moneths mirth followed. And, this silent gentleman would haue done it better. This was not so good, now. In good faith, these vnhappie pages would be whipt, for staying thus. Beshrew my hand, and my heart, else. I doe wonder at their protraction! Pray VENVS, my whore haue not discouer'd her selfe to the rascally hoyes, and that be the cause of their stay. I must sute my selfe with another page: this idle PROSAITES will neuer be brought to wait well. Sir, I haue a kinsman I could willingly wish to your seruice, if you would deigne to accept of him. And I shall bee glad (most sweet ladie) to imbrace him: where is hee? I can fetch him, sir, but I would bee loth to make you turne away your other page. You shall not, most sufficient ladie, I will keepe both: pray you lets goe see him. Whither goes my loue? Ile returne presently, I goe but to see a page, with this ladie. As sure as fate, 't is so; shee has opened all: A poxe of all cockatrices. Dam'me, if she haue plai'd loose with me, I'le cut her throat, within a haires breadth, so it may be heal'd againe. What, is he jealous of his Hermaphrodite? O, I, this will be excellent sport. PHANTASTE! ARGVRION! what? you are sodainely strooke, me thinkes! for loues sake let's haue some musike, till they come. Ambition, reach the lyra, I pray you. Any thing to which my Honour shall direct mee. Come, AMORPHVS, cheare vp PHANTASTE. It shall bee my pride, faire ladie, to attempt all that is in my power. But here is an instrument that (alone) is able to infuse soule in the most melancholique, and dull disposde creature vpon earth. O! let mee kisse thy faire knees. Beauteous eares attend it. Will you haue the Kisse, Honour? I, good Ambition. O, That ioy so soone should waste! or so sweet a blisse as a kisse, Might not for euer last! So sugred, so melting, so soft, so delicious, The dew that lyes on roses, When the morne her selfe descloses, is not so precious. O, rather then I would it smother, Were I to taste such another; It should bee my wishing That I might dye kissing. I made this dittie, and the note to it, vpon a kisse that my Honour gaue me; how like you it, sir? A prettie ayre, in generall, I like it well: but in particular, your long die-note did arride me most, but it was somwhat too long. I can shew one, almost of the same nature, but much before it and not so long, in a composition of mine owne. I thinke I haue both the note, and dittie about me.