Day, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 491 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.
Your will sir. You have left many Countries behind you in seeking your friend Lisander, and yet you cannot find him. True sir. I have seen much gold lying upon Lombard's stalls, and could never finger penny of it. Very well. Nay, 'twas not well sir. What conclude you then? That you were best sit down, and see what you have got by your journey. I have seen a face as beautiful as heaven. That's nothing, a prisoner sees the face of heaven itself, when he looks but out at the prison-gate, i'll stand to't, a man were as good be hanged, so a meet a handsome hangman, & a strong rope, as be in love. Your reason for that. Marry this sir, hanging is end of all troubles, and love the beginning: Nay further, I think a Lover cannot be saved, for he is of all religions. Your proof for that. This; he thinks with the Atheist there's no God but his Mistress, with the Infidel no heaven but her smiles, with the Papist no Purgatory but her frowns, and with the family of love, holds it lawful to lie with her, though she be another man's wife. So sir, what follows? Servingmen sir, the Master goes in before his wife, and the Servingman follows his master. Sirrah forbear, I must meditate. As the Usurer before he parts with money, meditates upon the assurance. If Violetta's presence ha'not quenched The memory of all things but herself, I should be more familiar with that face. I have left my country to seek my friend. And I my country and my friend for love. And in the search of him have lost myself In the strange Region of a woman's eye. In love, and in Arcadia. As much as heaven transcends the humble earth, So towers her praise her face differs as far From others, as a glow-worm from a star. She is a Princess that my soul affects. And rich. Half heir unto this Dukedom. And she were whole heir to the four moral virtues, 'twere nothing: when shall I see the time that men will love for virtue, or a rich heir marry a poor wench without a portion? never I think. Had not my friend Lisander. What of me? Left me in Thrace. We had never met in love, His syllables betray him. I arrest you. At whose suit? Not at his Tailors in any case, for there's no greater stitch to a younger brothers conscience, then to pay for a suit of apparel when 'tis worn out. Lisander or his ghost? Demetrius, Or some illusive tenant in his shape? Unkind, why didst thou lean my company? For that which made the amorous Gods leave heaven, ●or love: but why is Demetrius thus disguised? For that which would make a jackanapes a Monkey, and he could get it: a tail. Peace rogue. Why wag, is thy master in love?
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Your will ſir. You have left many Countries behind you in ſeeking your friend Liſander, and yet you cannot find him. True ſir. I haue ſeene much gold lying upon Lombards ſtals, and could never finger penny of it. Very well. Nay, twas not well ſir. What conclude you then? That you were beſt ſit downe, and ſee what you haue got by your journey. I haue ſeene a face as beautifull as heaven. Thats nothing, a priſoner ſees the face of heaven it ſelfe, when hee lookes but out at the priſon-gate, ile ſtand to't, a man were as good be hang'd, ſo a meet a handſome hangman, & a ſtrong rope, as be in loue. Your reaſon for that. Mary this ſir, hanging is end of all troubles, and loue the beginning: Nay further, I thinke a Lover cannot be ſaved, for hee is of all religions. Your proofe for that. This; hee thinkes with the Atheiſt there's no God but his Miſtreſſe, with the Infidell no heaven but her ſmiles, with the Papiſt no Purgatory but her frownes, and with the familie of loue, holds it lawful to lie with her, though ſhe be another mans wife. So ſir, what followes? Serving-men ſir, the Maſter goes in before his wife, and the Servingman followes his maſter. Sirra forbeare, I muſt meditate. As the Vſurer before hee parts with money, meditates upon the aſſurance. If Violettaes preſence ha'not quencht The memory of all things but her ſelfe, I ſhould be more familiar with that face. I haue left my countrey to ſeeke my friend. And I my countrey and my friend for loue. And in the ſearch of him haue loſt my ſelfe In the ſtrange Region of a womans eye. In loue, and in Arcadia. As much as heaven tranſcends the humble earth, So towres her praiſe her face differs as farre From others, as a glo-worme from a ſtarre. She is a Princeſſe that my ſoule affects. And rich. Halfe heire unto this Dukedome. And ſhe were whole heire to the foure morall vertues, twere nothing: when ſhall I ſee the time that men will loue for vertue, or a rich heire marry a poore wench without a portion? never I thinke. Had not my friend Liſander. What of mee? Left me in Thrace. We had never met in loue, His ſillables betray him. I arreſt you. At whoſe ſute? Not at his Taylers in any caſe, for there's no greater ſtitch to a younger brothers conſcience, then to pay for a ſute of apparrell when tis worne out. Liſander or his ghoſt? Demetrius, Or ſome illuſiue tenant in his ſhape? Vnkind, why didſt thou leane my company? For that which made the amorous Gods leaue heaven, or loue: but why is Demetrius thus diſguiſ'd? For that which would make a Iackanapes a Monkey, and he could get it: a tayle. Peace rogue. Why wagge, is thy maſter in loue?