Anonymous · published 1606 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
My want of wealth is author of my grief, Your father says, my state is too, too low. I am no hobby bred; I may not soar so high, as Lelia's love: The lofty Eagle will not catch at flies. When I with Icarus would soar against the Sun He is the only fiery Phaeton denies my course, And fears my waxen wings, whenas I soar aloft: He mews fair Lelia up from Sophos sight, That not so much as paper pleads remorse: Thrice three times Sol hath slept in Thetis lap, Since these mine eyes beheld sweet Lelia's face. What greater grief? what other Hell than this? To be denied to come where my beloved is. Do you alone love Lelia? Have you no rivals with you in your love? Yes, only one, and him your father backs, 'tis Peter Ploddall, rich Ploddall's son and heir, One, whose base rustic rude desert Unworthy far to win so fair a prize, Yet means your father for to mart a match, For golden Lucre with this Corydon And scornes at vertues lore: hence growes my g I it be true I heare, there is one Churms▪ beside, Makes suit to win my sister to his bride. That cannot be: Churms it my vowed friend, Whose tongue relates the tenor of my love To Lelia's ears, I have no other means. Well, trust him not: the Tiger hides his claws When oft he doth pretend the greatest guiles. But stay: here comes Lelia's Nurse. Nurse, what news? How fares my love? How fares she quotha? Marry she may fare how she will for you: Neither come to her, nor send to her of a whole fortnight? Now I swear by my maidenhead, if my husband should have served me so, when he came a-wooing to me: I would never have looked on him with a good face as long as I had lived. But he was as kind a wretch, as ever laid lips of a woman: He would ha' come through windows or doors, or walls, or any thing, but he would have come to me. Marry, after we had been married a while, his kindness began to slake, for I'll tell you what he did: He made me believe, he would go to green goose fair, and I'll be sworn he took his legs and ran clean away: And I am afraid you'll prove e'en such another kind piece to my Mistress: for she sits at home in a corner weeping for you, and I'll be sworn she's ready to die upward for you: And her father oath other side, he yoles at her, and joles at her: and she leads such a life for you it passes, and you'll neither come to her, nor send to her: Why, she thinks you have forgotten her. Nay, then let heavens in sorrow end my days And fatal Fortune never cease to frown, And heaven and earth, and all conspire to pull me down, If black oblivion seize upon my heart Once to estrange my thoughts from Lelia's love.
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My want of wealth is author of my griefe, Your father ſayes, my ſtate is too, too lowe. I am no hobbie bred; I may not ſoare ſo high, as Lelias loue: The loftie Egle wil not catch at flies. When I with Icarus would ſoare againſt the Sun the onely fierie Phaeton denies my courſe, my waxen winges, when as I ſoare aloft: faire Lelia vp from Sophos ſight, That not ſo much as paper pleades remorſe: Thrice three times Sol hath ſlept in Thetis lap, Since theſe mine eyes beheld ſweet Lelias face. What greater griefe? what other Hell then this? To be denied to come where my beloued is. Do you alone loue Lelia? Haue you no riuals with you in your loue? Yes, onely one, and him your father backs, Tis Peter Ploddall, rich Ploddalls ſonne and heire, One, whoſe baſe ruſticke rude deſert Vnworthy farre to win ſo faire a prize, Yet meanes your father for to mart a match, For golden Lucre with this Corydon And ſcornes at vertues lore: hence growes my g I it be true I heare, there is one Churms▪ beſide, Makes ſuit to win my ſiſter to his bride. That cannot be: Churm it my vowed friend, Whoſe tongue relates the tenour of my loue▪ To Lelias eares, I haue no other Well, truſt him not: the Tiger hides his clawes When oft he doth pretend the greateſt guiles. But ſtay: here comes Lelias Nurſe. Nurſe, what newes? How fares my loue? How fares ſhee quotha? Marrie ſhee may fare how ſhe will for you: Neither come to her, nor ſend to her of a whole fortnight? Now I ſweare by my maydenhead, if my husband ſhould haue ſeru'd me ſo, when hee came a wooing to me: I would neuer haue lookt on him with a good face as long as I had liued. But he was as kind a wretch, as euer laid lips of a woman: He would ha come through windowes or doores, or wals, or any thing, but he would haue come to me. Marrie, after we had beene maried a while, his kindneſſe began to ſlake, for Ile tell you what hee did: He made me beleeue, he would go to greene gooſe faire, and Ile ee ſworne hee tooke his legges and ranne cleane away: And I am afraide youle prooue eene ſuch another kinde peece to my Miſtreſſe: for ſhe ſits at home in a corner weeping for you, and Ile be ſworne ſhees ready to die vpward for you: And her father oth tother ſide, he yoles at her, and ioles at her: and ſhee leades ſuch a life for you it paſſes, and yoole neither come to her, nor ſend to her: Why, ſhee thinkes you haue forgotten her. Nay, then let heauens in ſorrow end my dayes And fatall Fortune neuer ceaſe to frowne, And heauen and earth, and all conſpire to pull me downe, If blacke obliuion ſeiſe vpon my heart Once to eſtrange my thoughts from Lelias loue.