Anonymous · published 1606 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Nay, she it is that I expect so long. Then sit we down until we hear more news: This but a prologue to our play ensues. But see where Churms and Lelia comes along: walks as stately as the great Baboon. Sounds, he looks as though his mother were a midwife. Now gentle Ioue, great Monarch of the world, Grant good success unto my wandering hopes. Now Phoebus silver eye is drenched in western deep And Luna 'gins to show her splendent rays, And al the harmless choristers of wood Do take repose, save only Philomele: Whose heavy tunes do evermore record, With mournful eyes the losses of her love. Thus far fair love we pass in secret sort, Beyond the compass of thy father's bounds, Whilst he on down-soft bed securely sleeps And not so much as dreams of our depart. The dangers past, now think on nought but love, I'll be thy dear, be thou my heart's delight: Nay first, I'll send thy soul to coal black night. Thou promised love: now seal it with a kiss. Nay soft Sir, your mark's at the fairest. For wear her love, and seal it with a kiss, Vpon the burnisht splendor bl ▪ Or it shall rip the entrails of thy peasant heart. Nay, let me do it, that's my part. You wrong me much to rob me of my love. avant, base braggart: Lelia's mine. She lately promised love to me. Peace, Night-Raven, peace, I'll end this controversy. Come Lelia, stand between them both, As equal judge to end this strife: Say which of these shall have thee to his wife: I can devise no better way than this, Now choose thy love: and greet him with a kiss. My choice is made: and here it is [she kisses See here the mirror of true constancy: Whose steadfast love deserves a PRINCE's worth. Master Churms are you not well? I must confess I would have chosen you, But that I near beheld your legs till now: Trust me I never looked so low before. I know you use to look aloft. Yet not so high as your crown. What if you had? Faith I should ha' spied but a calves head. Sounds, cozened of the wench and scoffed at too? 'tis intolerable: and shall I lose her thus? how'wt mads me, that I brought not my sword and buckles with me! What, are you in your sword & buckler terms! I'll put you out of that humour: There Lelia sends you that by me, And that, to recompense your loves desire: And that, as payment for your well earned hire. Go get thee gone, and boast of Lelia's love. Where ere I goe Ile leaue with her my se, And rail on you with speeches wild.
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Nay, ſhe it is that I expect ſo long. Then ſit we down vntil we heare more newes: This but a prologue to our play enſewes. But ſee where Churms and Lelia comes along: lks as ſtately as the great Baboone. Sounds, he lookes as though his mother were a midwife. Now gentle Ioue, great Monarke of the world, Grant good ſucceſſe vnto my wandring hopes. Now Phoebus ſiluer eye is drencht in weſterne deepe And Luna gins to ſhow her ſplendantraies, And the harmleſſe quireſters of wood Do take reproſe, ſaue onely Philomele: Whoſe heauie tunes do euermore record, With mornefullaies the loſſes of her loue. Thus farre faire loue we paſſe in ſecret ſort, Beyond the compaſſe of thy fathers bounds, Whilſt he on down-ſoft bed ſecurely ſleepes And not ſo much as dreames of our depart▪ The dangers paſt, now thinke on nought but loue, Ile be thy deare, be thou my hearts delight: Nay firſt, Ile ſend thy ſoule to cole blacke night. Thou promiſ'd loue: now ſeale it with a kiſſe. Nay ſoft Sir, your mark's at the faireſt. For weare her loue, and ſeale it kiſſe▪ Vpon the burniſht ſplendor bl ▪ Or it ſhal rip the intrailes of thy peſant hart. Nay, let me do it, thats my part. You wrong me much to rob me of my loue. Auant, baſe braggard: Lelias mine. She lately promiſ'd loue to me. Peace, Night-Rauen, peace, Ileende this controuerſie. Come Lelia, ſtand betweene them both, As equall Iudge to ende this ſtrife: Say which of theſe ſhal haue thee to his wife▪ I can deuiſe no better way then this, Now chooſe thy loue: and greete him with My choice is made: and here it is See here the mirrour of true Whoſe ſtedfaſt loue deſerues a Princes worth▪ Maſter Churms are you not well? I muſt confeſſe I would haue choſen you, But that I nere beheld your legs till now: Truſt me I neuer lookt ſo low before. I know you vſe to looke aloft. Yet not ſo high as your crowne. What if you had? Faith I ſhould ha ſpied but a Calues head. Sounds, coſend of the wench and ſcoft at too▪ Tis intolerable: and ſhal I looſe her thus? Howt mads me, that I brought not my ſworde and buckl with me! What, are you in your ſword & buckler tearms▪ Ile put you out of that humor: There Lelia ſends you that by me, And that, to recompence your loues deſire: And that, as payment for your wel earn'd hire. Go get thee gon, and boaſt of Lelias loue. Where ere I goe Ile leaue with her my ſe, And raile on you with ſpeeches vilde▪