Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Haughton, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1600 [Oct 16-Dec 29, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I as they do at barleybreak. Your wife is your ape, and that heavy burden wedlock, your Jack an ape's clog, therefore i'll not be tied to't: Master Farneze, sweet virginity is that invisible Godhead that turns into Angels, that makes us saints on earth and stars in heaven: here Virgins seem goodly, but there glorious: In heaven is no wooing yet all there are lovely: in heaven are no weddings yet all there are lovers. Let us sweet madam turn earth into heaven, by being all lovers here to. So we do to an earthly heaven we turn it. Nay but dear Iulia, tell us why so much you hate, to enter into the lists of this same combat matrimony? You may well call that a combat, for indeed marriage is nothing else, but a battle of love, a friendly fighting, a kind of favourable terrible war: but you err Onophrio in thinking I hate it I deal by marriage as some Indians do the Sun, adore it, and reverence it, but dare not stare on it, for fear I be stark blind: you three are bachelors, and being sick of this maidenhead, count all things bitter, which the physic of a single life ministers unto you: you imagine if you could make the arms of fair Ladies the spheres of your hearts, good hearts, than you were in heaven: oh but bachelors take heed, you are no sooner in that heaven, but you strait slip into hell. As long as I have a beautiful Lady to torment me, I care not. Nor I the sweetness of her looks shall make me relish any punishment. Except the punishment of the horn Urcenze, put that in. Nay he were best put that by: Lord, Lord, see what unthrifts this love makes us? if he once but get into our mouths, he labours to turn our tongues to clappers, and to ring all in, at Cupid's Church when we were better to bite off our tongues, so we may thrust him out, Cupid is sworn enemy to time, & he that loseth time I can tell you loseth a friend. I a bald friend. Therefore my good servants if, you wear my livery, cast of this loose upper coat of love: be ashamed to wait upon a boy, a wag, a blind boy, a wanton: My brother the Duke wants our companies, 'tis Idleness and love, makes you captains to this solitariness, follow me & love not, & i'll teach you how to find liberty. We obey to follow you, but not to love you, no renounce that obedience. Furio. My Lord. Thy faith I oft have tried, thy faith I credits For I have found it solid as the rock: No babbling echo sits upon thy lips, For silence even in speech, doth seal them up, Wilt thou be trusty Furio to thy Lord?
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I as they doe at barlibreake. Your wife is your ape, and that heauie burthen wedlocke, your Iacke an Apes clog, therefore ile not be tyed too't: Master Farneze, sweet virginitie is that inuisible God-head that turns into Angells, that makes vs saints on earth and starres in heauen: heere Uirgins seeme goodly, but there glorious: In heauen is no wooing yet all there are louely: in heauen are no weddings yet al ther are louers. Let vs sweet Madame turne earth into heauen, by being all louers heere to. So we doe to an earthly heauen we turne it. Nay but deare Iulia, tel vs why so much you hate, to enter into the lists of this same combat Martimonie? You may well call that a combat, for indéede marriage is nothing else, but a battaile of loue, a friendly fighting, a kinde of fauourable terrible warre: but you erre Onophrio in thinking I hate it I deale by marriage as some Indians doe the Sunne, adore it, and reuerence it, but dare not stare on it, for feare I be starke blinde: you three are batchellers, and being sicke of this maidenhead, count al thinges bitter, which the phisicke of a single life minnisters vnto you: you imagine if you could mak the armes of faire Ladies the spheres of your hearts, good hearts, then you were in heaven: oh but Batchilers take heede, you are no sooner in that heauen, but you straite slip into hell. As long as I haue a beautifull Ladie to torment me, I care not. Nor I the sweetnes of her lookes shall make me rellish any punnishment. Except the punnishment of the horne Vrcenze, put that in. Nay hee were best put that by: Lord, Lord, see what vnthrifts this loue makes vs? if he once but get into ourmouthes, hee labours to turne our tongues to clappers, and to ring all in, at Cupids Church when we were better to bite off our tōgues, so we may thrust him out, Cupid is sworne enemie to time, & he that looseth time I can tell you looseth afriend. I a bald friend. Therefore my good seruants if, you weare my liuerie, cast of this loose vpper coate of loue: bee ashamde to waite vppon a boy, a wag, a blinde boy, a wanton: My brother the Duke wants our companies, tis Idlenes and loue, makes you captaines to this solitarines, followe me & loue not, & ile teach you how to find libertie. We obey to follow you, but not to loue you, no renounce that obedience. Furio. My Lorde. Thy faith I oft have tride, thy faith I credits For I haue found it sollid as the rocke: No babbling eccho sits vpon thy lips, For silence euen in speach, doth seale them vp, Wilt thou be trustie Furio to thy Lorde?