Anonymous · published 1606 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Now, by cock and pie, you never spoke a truer word in your life, he's a very kind gentleman: For last time he was at our house he gave me three pence. O nobly spoken: God send Peg to prove as wise a woman as her Mother, and then we shall be sure to have wise children. Nay if he be so liberal: old Grandsire you shall give him the goodwill of your daughter. She is not mine: I have no daughter now. That I should say I had, thence comes my grief: My care of Lelia, past a father's love, My love of Lelia makes my loss the more. My loss of Lelia drowns my heart in woe: My heart's woe makes this life a living death: Care, Love, Loss, Hearts-woe, living death, join all in one, to stop this vital breath. Cursed be the time I gaped for golden gain, I curse the time, I crossed her in her choice. Her choice was virtuous, but my will was base, I sought to grace her from the Indian Mines, But she sought honour from the starry Mount: What frantic fit possessed my foolish brain? What furious fancy fired so my heart, To hate fair Virtue and to scorn desert? Then father give desert his due, Let Nature's graces and fair virtues gifts, One sympathy and happy consort make, Twixt Sophos and my sister Lelia's love: Conjoin their hands, whose hearts have long been one, And so conclude a happy union. Now 'tis too late: What Fates decree, can never be recalled: Her luckless love is fallen to Churms his lot, And he usurps fair Lelia's nuptial bed. That cannot be: fear of pursuit must needs prolong his nuptial rights. But if you give your full consent, That Sophos may enjoy his long wished love, And have fair Lelia to his lovely bride, I'll follow Churmes whate'er betide. I'll be as swift as is the light foot Roe, And overtake him ere his journeys end: And bring fair Lelia back unto my friend. ay, here's my hand: I do consent, And think her happy in her happy choice, Yet half forejudge my hopes will be deceived. But Fortunatus: I must needs commend, Thy constant mind thou bear'st unto thy friend. The after ages wondering at the same: Shall sait's a deed deserving lasting fame. Then rest you here till I return again, I'll go to Sophos ere I go along: And bring him here to keep you company. Perhaps he hath some skill in hidden arts, Of planet's course, or secret magic spells, To know where Lelia and that Fox lies hid, Whose craft so cunningly conveyed her hence. I: here I'll rest an hour or twain, Till Fortunatus do return again. Faith Sir, this same Churms is a very scurvy Lawer: For once I put a case to him: and methought his law was not worth a pudding. Why what was your case?
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Now, by cocke and pie, you neuer ſpoke a truer word in your life, hees a very kind gentleman: For laſt time he was at our houſe he gaue me three pence. O nobly ſpoken: God ſend Pegge to prooue as wiſe a woman as hir Mother, and then we ſhall be ſure to haue wiſe children. Nay if he be ſo liberall: olde Granſire you ſhall giue him the good-will of your daughter. She is not mine: I haue no daughter now. That I ſhould ſay I had, thence comes my griefe: My care of Lelia, paſt a fathers loue, My loue of Lelia makes my loſſe the more. My loſſe of Lelia drowns my heart in woe: My hearts woe makes this life a liuing death: Care, Loue, Loſſe, Hearts-woe, liuing death, Ioyne all in one, to ſtop this vitall breath. Curſt be the time I gap't for golden gaine, I curſe the time, I croſt hir in hir choice. Hir choyce was virtuous, but my wil was baſe, I ſought to grace hir from the Indian Mines, But ſhe ſought honour from the ſtarrie Mount: What franticke fit poſſeſt my fooliſh braine? What furious fancie fired ſo my heart, To hate faire Virtue and to ſcorne deſert? Then father giue deſert his due, Let Natures graces and faire virtues giftes, One ſympathie and happy conſort make, Twixt Sophos and my ſiſter Lelias loue: Conioyne their hands, whoſe hearts haue long beene one, And ſo conclude a happy vnion. Now tis too late: What Fates decree, can neuer be recall'd: Hir luckleſſe loue is fall'n to Churms his lot, And he vſurps faire Lelias nuptiall bed. That cannot be: feare of purſuit muſt needes▪ prolong his nuptiall rights. But if you giue your full conſent, That Sophos may enioy his long wiſht loue, And haue faire Lelia to his louely bride, Ile follow Churmes what ere betide. Ile be as ſwifte as is the light foote Roe, And ouertake him ere his iournies end: And bring faire Lelia backe vnto my friend. I, heers my hand▪ I do conſent, And thinke hir happie in hir happie choice, Yet halfe foreiudge my hopes will be deceiu'd. But Fortunatus: I muſt needes commend, Thy conſtant mind thou bear'ſt vnto thy friend. The after ages wondring at the ſame: Shall ſait's a deede deſeruing laſting fame. Then reſt you here til I returne againe, Ile go to Sophos ere I goe along: And bring him here to keepe you company. Perhaps he hath ſome skill in hidden arts, Of Planets courſe, or ſecret magicke ſpells, To know where Lelia and that Foxe lies hid, Whoſe craft ſo cunningly conuaid hir hence. I: here Ile reſt an houre or twaine, Till Fortunatus doe returne againe. Faith Sir, this ſame Churms is a very ſcuruy Lawer: For once I put a caſe to him: and me thought his law was not worth a pudding. Why what was your caſe?