Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
He did, he did, and freed us once from thrall. But now the second time they wrought his fall. Now you distressed objects, do you tell Upon what mount of woe your sorrows dwell. First get we hence away, and as we go, Kind gentleman, our fortunes you shall know. Thanks worthy sir, may but the Cripple be, Of power to gratify this courtesy, I then shall think the heavens favour me. No more now for God's sake, let us hence. If I do live, your love I'll recompense. NOw for my truelove's handkercher; these flowers Are pretty toys, are very pretty toys: O but methinks the Peascod would do better, The Peascod and the Blossom, wonderful! Now as I live, i'll surely have it so. Some maids will choose the Gillyflower, some the Rose, Because their sweet cents do delight the nose, But very fools they are in my opinion, The very worst being drawn by cunning art, Seems in the eye as pleasant to the heart. But here's the question, whether my love or no Will seem content? ay, there the game doth go: And yet i'll pawn my head he will applaud The Peascod and the flower, my pretty choice. For what is he loving a thing in heart, Loves not the counterfeit, though made by art? I cannot tell how others fancy stand, But I rejoice sometime to take in hand, The simile of that I love; and I protest, That pretty peascod likes my humour best. But i'll unto the Drawers, he'll counsel me, Here is his shop: alas, what shall I do? he's not within, now all my labour's lost, See, see, how forward love is ever crossed, But stay, what Gallant's this? A plague on this Drawer, he's never at home: Good morrow sweetheart, tell me, how thou dost? Upon what acquaintance? That's all one, once I love thee, give me thy hand and say, Amen. Hands off, sir Knave, and wear it for a favour. What? dost thou mean thy love pretty fool? No fool, the knave, O gross; A gentleman and of so shallow wit! I know thou camest to the drawer. How then? Am not I the properer man? Yes, to make an ass on. Will you get up and ride? No, i'll lackey by his side, and whip the ass. Come, come, leave your jesting, I shall put you down. With that face! away you want-wit. By this hand, I shall. By the ass-head you shall not. Go to, you are a woman. Come, come, ye are a man. I have seen as fair. I have heard as wise. As fair as Mall Berry. As wise as young Bowdler. As M. Bowdler. Hoida; come up. Go thou down then. No good ass, bate an ace of that. What M. Bowdler, will it near be otherwise? Still, still a hunting, every day wenching? Faith sir, the modest behaviour of this Gentlewoman, Hath insinuated my company. Lord, how eloquence flows in this Gentleman! Faith, I shall put you down in talk, you were best to yield.
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He did, he did, and freed vs once from thrall. But now the second time they wrought his fall. Now you distressed obiects, do you tell Vpon what mount of woe your sorrowes dwell. First get we hence away, and as we goe, Kinde gentleman, our fortunes you shall know. Thanks worthy sir, may but the Cripple be, Of power to gratifie this courtesie, I then shall thinke the heauens fauour me. No more now for Gods sake, let vs hence. If I doe liue, your loue Ile recompence. NOw for my true-loues hand-kercher; these flowers Are pretie toyes, are very pretie toyes: O but me thinkes the Peascod would doe better, The Peascod and the Blossome, wonderfull! Now as I liue, ile surely haue it so. Some maides will chuse the Gilliflower, some the Rose, Because their sweet cents do delight the nose, But very fooles they are in my opinion, The very worst being drawen by cunning art, Seemes in the eye as pleasant to the heart. But heer's the question, whether my loue or no Will seeme content? I, there the game doth goe: And yet ile pawne my head he will applaude The Pescod and the flower, my pretie choice. For what is he louing a thing in heart, Loues not the counterfeit, though made by art? I cannot tell how others fancie stand, But I reioyce sometime to take in hand, The simile of that I loue; and I protest, That pretie pescod likes my humor best. But ile vnto the Drawers, heele counsell me, Heere is his shop: alas, what shall I doe? Hee's not within, now all my labor's lost, See, see, how forward loue is euer crost, But stay, what Gallant's this? A plague on this Drawer, hee's neuer at home: Good morrow sweet-heart, tell me, how thou dost? Vpon what acquaintance? That's all one, once I loue thee, giue me thy hand and say, Amen. Hands off, sir Knaue, and weare it for a fauor. What? dost thou meane thy loue pretie foole? No foole, the knaue, O grosse; A gentleman and of so shallow wit! I know thou camst to the drawer. How then? Am not I the propperer man? Yes, to make an asse on. Will you get vp and ride? No, ile lackey by his side, and whip the asse. Come, come, leaue your iesting, I shall put you down. With that face! away you want-wit. By this hand, I shall. By the asse-head you shall not. Go to, you are a woman. Come, come, ye are a man. I haue seene as faire. I haue heard as wise. As faire as Mall Berry. As wise as yong Bowdler. As M. Bowdler. Hoida; come vp. Go thou down then. No good asse, bate an Ase of that. What M. Bowdler, will it nere be otherwise? Still, still a hunting, euery day wenching? Faith sir, the modest behauior of this Gentlewoman, Hath insinuated my company. Lord, how eloquence flowes in this Gentleman! Faith, I shall put you downe in talke, you were best to yeeld.