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 · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
If he follow that vocation well, he'll prove wealthy in wit. He had need for his head is very poor. Well mistress we appear without drumming, what's your parley (and yet not so) your eyes are the drums that summons us. And your beauty the colours we fight under. And the touch of your soft hand, arms us at all points with devotion to serve you, desire to obey you, and vows to love you. Nay then in faith make me all soldier, mine eyes a drum, my beauty your colours, and my hand your armour: what becomes of the rest? It becomes us to rest, before we come to the rest, yet for a need we could turn you into an armoury: as for example, your lips (let me see) no point of war for your lips? can I put them to no use but kissing? oh yes, if you change them to shoot out unkind language to us that stand at your mercy, they are two culverins to destroy us. That i'll try: my tongue shall give fire to my words presently. Oh be more merciful fair Iulia. Not I, would you have me pity you and punish myself? would you wish me to love? when love is so full of hate? how unlovely is love? how bitter? how full of blemishes, my Lord and brother insults our Grissel, that makes me glad, Gwenthyan curbs Sir Owen, that makes you glad, Sir Owen is mastered by his Mistress that makes you mad, poor Grissel is martyred by her Lord that makes you merry, for I always wish that a woman may never meet better bargains, when she'll thrust her sweet liberty into the hands of a man: fie upon you, you're nothing but wormwood, and oak, and glass: you have bitter tongues, hard hearts, and brittle faith. Condemn us not till you try our loves. Sweet servant speak not in this language of love, Gwenthyan's peevishness and Grissel's patience, make me here to defy that Ape Cupid, if you love stand upon his laws, I charge you leave it, I charge you neither to sigh for love nor speak of love, nor frown for hate: if you sigh i'll mock you, if you speak i'll stop mine ears, if you frown i'll bend my fist. Then you'll turn warrior in deed. Had I not need encountering with such enemies? but say will you obey and follow me or disobey, and I'll fly you. I obey since it is your pleasure. I obey though I taste no pleasure in it. I obey to, but so God help me mistress I shall show you a fair pair of heels and cry a new Mistress anew, if any pitiful creature will have me. Better lost than found if you be so wavering.
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If he follow that vocation well, he'll prooue wealthy in wit. He had need for his head is very poore. Well mistris wee appeare without drumming, what's your parley (and yet not so) your eyes are the drums that summons vs. And your beauty the colours we fight vnder. And the touch of your soft hand, armes vs at al pointes with deuotion to serue you, desire to obey you, and vowes to loue you. Nay then in faith make me all souldier, mine eies a drum, my beautie your colours, and my hand your armour: what becomes of the rest? It becomes vs to rest, before we come to the rest, yet for a neede we could turne you into an armourie: as for example, your lips (let me see) no point of war for your lips? can I put them to no vse but kissing? oh yes, if you change them to shoote out vnkinde language to vs that stand at your mercie, they are two culuerins to destroy vs. That ile trie: my tongue shall giue fire to my words presently. Oh be more mercifull faire Iulia. Not I, would you haue mee pittie you and punnish my selfe? would you wish me to loue? when loue is so full of hate? how vnlouely is loue? how bitter? how ful of blemishes, my Lord and brother insults our Grissill, that makes me glad, Gwenthyan curbs Sir Owen, that makes you glad, Sir Owen is maistred by his Mistris that makes you mad, poore Grissil is martred by her Lord that makes you merrie, for I alwaies wish that a womā may neuer meete better bargaines, when sheele thrust her sweet libertie into the hands of a man: fye vpon you, you're nothing but woormewood, and oake, and glasse: you haue bitter tongues, hard hearts, and brittle faith. Condemne vs not till you trye our loues. Sweet seruant speake not in this language of loue, Gwenthyans peeuishnes and Grissils patience, make me heere to defie that Ape Cupid, if you loue stand vpon his lawes, I charge you leaue it, I charge you neither to sigh for loue nor speake of loue, nor frowne for hate: if you sigh ile mocke you, if you speake ile stop mine eares, if you frowne ile bend my fist. Then youle turne warriour in deede. Had I not neede encountring with such enemies? but say will you obay and followe mee or disobay, and Ile flie you. I obay since it is your pleasure. I obay though I taste no pleasure in it. I obay to, but so God helpe me mistris I shall shew you a faire paire of heeles and crie a new Mistris a new, if any pittifull creature will haue me. Better lost then found if you be so wauering.