Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 485 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
methinks I love him, that he loves so truly. This is the perfectest love, lives after death. Such is the constant ground of virtue still. It puts on an inseparable face. Have you marked every thing, CRISPINUS? Every thing, I warrant you. What gentlemen are these? do you know them? ay, they are poets, lady. Poets? they did not talk of me since I went, did they? O yes, and extolled your perfections to the heavens. Now in sincerity, they be the finest kind of men, that ever I knew: Poets? Could not one get the Emperor to make my husband a Poet, think you? No, lady, 'tis love, and beauty make Poets: and since you like Poets so well, your love, and beauties shall make me a Poet. What shall they? and such a one as these? ay, and a better than these: I would be sorry else. And shall your looks change? and your hair change? and all, like these? Why, a man may be a Poet, and yet not change his hair, lady. Well, we shall see your cunning: yet if you can change your hair, I pray, do. Ladies, and lordings, there's a slight banquet stays within for you, please you draw near, and accost it. We thank you, good ALBIUS: but when shall we see those excellent jewels you are commended to have? At your ladyships service. I got that speech by seeing a play last-day, and it did me some grace now: I see, 'tis good to collect sometimes; I'll frequent these plays more than I have done, now I come to be familiar with courtiers. Why, how now, HERMOGENES? what ailest thou trow? A little melancholy, let me alone, pray thee. Melancholy! how so? With riding: a plague on all coaches for me. Is that hard-favoured gentleman a poet too; CYTHERIS? No; this is HERMOGENES, as humorous as a poet though: he is at Musician. A Musician? than he can sing. That he can excellently; did you never hear him? O no: will he be entreated, think you? I know not. Friend, Mistress CHLOE would feign hear HERMOGENES sing: are you interested in him? No doubt, his own humanity will command him so far, to the satisfaction of so fair a beauty; but rather than fail, we'll all be suitors to him. Cannot sing. Pray thee, HERMOGENES. 'Cannot sing. For honour of this gentlewoman, to whose house, I know thou mayst be ever welcome. That he shall in truth, sir, if he can sing. What's that? This gentlewoman is wooing HERMOGENES for a song. A song? come, he shall not deny her. HERMOGENES? 'Cannot sing. No, the ladies must do it, he stays but to have their thanks acknowledged as a debt to his cunning. That shall not want: ourself will be the first shall promise to pay him more than thanks, upon a favour so worthily vouchsafed.
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Me thinkes I loue him, that he loues so truely. This is the perfect'st loue, liues after death. Such is the constant ground of vertue still. It puts on an inseparable face. Haue you markt euery thing, CRISPINVS? Euery thing, I warrant you. What gentlemen are these? doe you know them? I, they are poets, lady. Poets? they did not talke of me since I went, did they? O yes, and extold your perfections to the heauens. Now in sinceritie, they be the finest kind of men, that euer I knew: Poets? Could not one get the Emperour to make my husband a Poet, thinke you? No, ladie, 'tis loue, and beautie make Poets: and since you like Poets so well, your loue, and beauties shall make me a Poet. What shall they? and such a one as these? I, and a better then these: I would be sorry else. And shall your lookes change? and your haire change? and all, like these? Why, a man may be a Poet, and yet not change his haire, lady. Well, wee shall see your cunning: yet if you can change your haire, I pray, doe. Ladies, and lordings, there's a slight banquet staies within for you, please you draw neere, and accost it. We thanke you, good ALBIVS: but when shall wee see those excellent iewels you are commended to haue? At your ladiships seruice. I got that speech by seeing a play last-day, and it did me some grace now: I see, 'tis good to collect sometimes; I'le frequent these plaies more then I haue done, now I come to be familiar with courtiers. Why, how now, HERMOGENES? what ailest thou trow? A little melancholy, let me alone, pray thee. Melancholy! how so? With riding: a plague on all coaches for me. Is that hard-fauour'd gentleman a poet too; CYTHERIS? No; this is HERMOGENES, as humorous as a poet though: he is at Musician. A Musician? then he can sing. That he can excellently; did you neuer heare him? O no: will he be intreated, thinke you? I know not. Friend, Mistresse CHLOE would faine heare HERMOGENES sing: are you interested in him? No doubt, his owne humanitie will command him so farre, to the satisfaction of so faire a beautie; but rather then faile, weele all bee suiters to him. 'Cannot sing. Pray thee, HERMOGENES. 'Cannot sing. For honour of this gentlewoman, to whose house, I know thou maist be euer welcome. That he shall in truth, sir, if he can sing. What's that? This gentlewoman is wooing HERMOGENES for a song. A song▪ come, he shall not denie her. HERMOGENES? 'Cannot sing. No, the ladies must doe it, hee staies but to haue their thankes acknowledg'd as a debt to his cunning. That shall not want: our selfe will be the first shall promise to pay him more then thankes, vpon a fauour so worthily vouchsaft.