Marston, John / Webster, John · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 [1602-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the Chapel (second) unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 495 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.
We we are resolved what god has given us we'll cherish. Cherish any thing saving your husband, keep him not too high, lest he leap the pale● but for your beauty, let it be your saint, bequeath two hours to it every morning in your closet: I ha' been young, and yet in my conscience I am not above five and twenty, but believe me, preserve and use your beauty; for youth and beauty once gone, we are like beehives without honey: out a fashion, apparel that no man will wear, therefore use me your beauty. I but men say. Men say? let men say what they will, life a woman, they are ignorant of your wants, the more in years, the more in perfection they grow: if they loose youth & beauty, they gain wisdom & discretion: But when our beauty fades, good-night with us: there cannot be an uglier thing to see, than an old woman, from which, O pruning, pinching, & painting, deliver all sweet beauties. Hark, music. Peace, 'tis in the Duchess bedchamber, good rest most prosperously graced Ladies. Good-night sentinel. Night dear Maquerelle. May my posset's operation send you my wit & honesty▪ And me your youth & beauty: the pleasingst rest. Strike, strike. Save my Ferneze, O save my Ferneze. Follow, pursue. O save Ferneze. Pierce, pierce, thou shallow fool drop there. He that attempts a Princes lawless love, Must have broad hands, close heart, with Argos eyes, And back of Hercules, or else he dies. Follow, follow. Stand off, forbear, ye most uncivil Lords. Strike. Do not; tempt not a man resolved, Would you inhuman murderers more than death? O poor Ferneze. Alas, now all defence too late. he's dead. I am sorry for our shame: go to your bed: Weep not too much, but leave some tears to shed When I am dead. What weep for thee? my soul no tears shall find. Alas, alas, that women's souls are blind. Betray such beauty, murder such youth, contemn civility. He loves him not that rails not at him. Thou canst not move us: we have blood enough. And please you Lady we have quite forgot All your defects: if not, why then. Not. Not: the best of rest, good night. Despite go with thee. Madam, you ha' done me foul disgrace. You have wronged him much, loves you too much. Go to; your soul knows you have. I think I have. Do you but think so? Nay, sure I have, my eyes have witnessed thy loues Thou hast stood too firm for me. Why tell me fair cheeked Lady, who even in tears, Art powerfully beauteous, what unadvised passion Struck ye into such a violent heat against me? Speak, what mischief wronged us? what devil injured us? Speak. That thing near worthy of the name of man; Ferneze, Ferneze swore thou lov'st Emilia, Which to advance with most reproachful breath, Thou both didst blemish and denounce my love.
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We we are resolued what god haz giuen vs weel chrish. Cherish any thing sauing your husband, keepe him not too high, lest he leape the pale but for your beautie, let it be your saint, bqueah two houres to it euery morning in your closet: I ha beene yong, and yet in my conseience I am not aboue fiue and twentie, but beleeue me, preserue and vse your beautie; for youth and beautie once gone, we are like bee-hiues without hony: out a fashion, apparell that no man will weare, therefore vse me your beautie. I but men say. Men say? let men say wha they wil, life a woman, they are ignorant of your wants, the more in yeares, the more in perfection they grow: if they loose youth & beauty, they gaine wisedome & discretion: But when our beautie fades, goodnight with vs: there cannot be an vglier thing to see, then an olde woman, from which, O pruning, pinching, & painting, deliuer all sweete beauties. Harke, musicke. Peace, tis in the Dutches bed-chamber, good rest most prosperously grac'd Ladies. Good-night centinell. Night deere Maquerelle. May my possets operation send you my wit & honesty▪ And me your youth & beauty: the pleasingst rest. Strike, strike. Saue my Ferneze, O saue my Ferneze. Follow, pursue. O saue Ferneze. Pierce, pierce, thou shallow foole drop there. "He that attempts a Princes lawlesse loue, "Must haue broade hands, close heart, with Argos eyes, "And backe of Hercules, or else he dies. Follow, follow. Stand off, forbeare, yee most vnciuill Lords. Strike. Do not; tempt not a man resolued, Would you inhumane murtherers more then death? O poore Ferneze. Alas, now all defence too late. Hee's dead. I am sory for our shame: go to your bed: Weepe not too much, but leaue some teares to shed When I am dead. What weepe for thee? my soule no teares shall finde. Alas, alas, that womens soules are blinde. Betray such beautie, murther such youth, contemne ciuilitie. He loues him not that railes not at him. Thou canst not mooue vs: we haue blood ynough. And please you Lady we haue quite forgot All your defects: if not, why then. Not. Not: the best of rest, good night. Despight go with thee. Madam, you ha done me foule disgrace. You haue wrongd him much, loues you too much. Go to; your soule knowes you haue. I thinke I haue. Do you but thinke so? Nay, sure I haue, my eyes haue witnessed thy loue Thou hast stoode too firme for me. Why tell me faire cheekt Lady, who euen in teares, Art powerfully beauteous, what vnaduised passion Strooke ye into such a violent heate against me? Speake, what mischiefe wrongd vs? what diuell iniur'd vs? Speake. That thing nere worthy of the name of man; Ferneze, Ferneze swore thou lou'st Emilia, Which to aduance with most reproachfull breath, Thou both didst blemish and denounce my loue.