Blurt, Master Constable, or The Spaniard's Night Walk · chunk 17 of 34
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) romance · Children of Paul's (second) T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.77 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Lament my case since thou canst not provoke, Her nose to smell, love fill thine own with smoke. The wooden picture you sent her, hath set her on fire; and she desires you as you pity the case of a poor desperate Gentlewoman, to serve that Monsieur in at Supper to her. The Frenchman, Saint Dennis, let her carve him up: Stay, here's Camillo; now my fool in fashion, my sage Idiot, up with this brims, down with this devil (Melancholy) are you decayed concupiscentious Inamorato? news, news, Imperia dotes on Fontinell. What comfort speaks her love to my sick heart? Mary this Sir; here's a Yellowhammer flew to me with thy water, and I cast it, and find, that his Mistress being given to this new falling-sickness, will cure thee: the Frenchman you see has a soft marmalade heart, and shall no sooner feel Imperia's liquorish desire to lick at him, but straight he'll stick the brooch of her longing in it: then Sir, may you sir, come upon my Sister sir, with a fresh charge Sir; Sa, sa, sa, sa, once giving back, and thrice coming forward, she yield and the town of Breast is taken. This hath some taste of hope, is that the Mercury Who brings you notice of his Mistress love? I may be her Mercury, for my running of errands; but troth is Sir, I am Cerberus, for I am porter to hell. Then Cerberus play thy part, here, search that hell, There find, & bring forth that false Fontinell, If I can win his strayed thoughts to retire, From her encountered eyes, whom I have singled In Hymen's holy Battle: he shall pass From hence to France, in company and guard Of mine own heart: he comes Hipolito. Still looks he like a Lover, poor Gentleman, Love is the minds strong physic, and the pill, That leaves the heart sick, and o'erturns the will. O happy persecution I embrace thee With an unfettered soul; so sweet a thing Is it to sigh upon the rack of love, Where each calamity is groaning: witness Of the poor martyrs faith: I never heard Of any true affection, but 'twas nipped With care; that (like the caterpillar) eats The leaves off the springs sweetest book, (the Rose) Love bred on earth, is often nursed in hell. By rote it reads woe, ere it learn to spell. God morrow French Lord. bonjour Monsieur. To your secure and more than happy self, I tender thanks, for you have honoured me; You are my jailor, and have penned me up, lest the poor fly (your prisoner) should alight Upon your Mistress lip; and thence derive, The dimpled print of an infective touch. Thou secure tyrant, (yet unhappy lover) Couldst thou chain Mountains to my captive feet, Yet Violetta's heart and mine should meet.
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Lament my case since thou canst not prouoke, Her nose to smell, loue fill thine owne with smoake. The wodden picture you sent her, hath set her on fire; and shee desires you as you pittye the case of a poore desperate Gentlewoman, to serue that Monsieur in at Supper to her. The Frenchman, Saint Dennis, let her carue him vp: Stay, heer's Camillo; now my foole in fashion, my sage Ideot, vp with this brimmes, downe with this deuill (Melancholie) are you decayed concupiscentious Inamorato? newes, news, Imperia dotes on Fontinell. What comfort speakes her loue to my sicke heart? Mary this Sir; heere's a Yellow-hammer flew to me with thy water, and I cast it, and finde, that his Mistris being giuen to this newe falling-sicknesse, will cure thee: the Frenchman you see has a soft Mermaladie heart, and shall no sooner feele Imperiaes liquerish desire to licke at him, but straight hee'll sticke the brooch of her longing in it: then Sir, may you sir, come vpon my Sister sir, with a fresh charge Sir; Sa, sa, sa, sa, once giuing backe, and thrice comming forward, she yeeld and the towne of Brest is taken. This hath some taste of hope, is that the Mercury Who brings you notice of his Mistris loue? I may be her Mercury, for my running of errands; but troth is Sir, I am Cerberus, for I am porter to hell. Then Cerberus play thy part, heere, search that hell, There finde, & bring foorth that false Fontinell, If I can win his stray'd thoughts to retyre, From her encountered eyes, whome I haue singled In Hymens holy Battaile: he shall passe From hence to Fraunce, in companie and guard Of mine owne heart: he comes Hipolito. Still lookes he like a Louer, poore Gentleman, Loue is the mindes strong phisicke, and the pill, That leaues the heart sicke, and ore-turnes the will. O happy persecution I embrace thee With an vnfettered soule; so sweet a thing Is it to sigh vpon the racke of loue, Where each calamitie is groning: witnes Of the poore Martirs faith: I neuer heard Of any true affection, but t'was nipt With care; that (like the Catter-piller) eates The leaues off the springs sweetest booke, (the Rose) ''Loue bred on earth, is often noure'd in hell. ''By roate it reades woe, ere it learne to spell. God morrow French Lord. Boneioure Monsieur. To your secure and more then happie selfe, I tender thankes, for you haue honour'd me; You are my Iaylor, and haue pend me vp, Least the poore flye (your prisoner) should alight Vpon your Mistris lip; and thence deriue, The dimpled print of an infectiue touch. Thou secure tyrant, (yet vnhappie louer) Couldst thou chaine Mountaines to my captiue feete, Yet Uiolettaes heart and mine should meete.