Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Unknown T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.79 · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Grief me no griefs, but tell me what it is Makes my (sweet Ferdinand) thus passionate: I'll conjure grief, if grief be such an evil, In spite of fortune, Fates, or any Devil. Wilt thou not leave me to myself alone? Brother, you know my mind, If you will leave your dampish melancholy, And like myself banish that puling humour, Or satisfy my expectation, By telling whence your sorrow doth proceed I will not only cease to trouble you, But like a true skilful physician, Seek all good means for your recovery. Well brother, you have much importuned me, And for the confidence I have in you, That you'll prove secret, I will now unfold, The load of care that presseth down my soul: Know then good Frank, love is the cause hereof. How, love! why what's that love? A child, a little little boy that's blind. And be o'ercome by him! plagued by him! Driven into dumps by him! put down by a boy! Mastered by love! O, I am mad for anger: By a Boy! is there no rosemary and bays in England To whip the Ape? by a boy! ay, such a boy as thou canst never see, And yet ere long mayst feel his tyranny: he's not visible, yet aims at the heart, Woe be to those that feel his wounding dart; And one of them I am: wounded so deep, That in my passions I no mean can keep: Unhappy time, woe to that dismal hour, When love did wound me with fair Phillis flower: O Phillis, Phillis; of flowers sweetest flower, That ever garnished any princely bower: Farewell, farewell, my woes will ne'er remove, Till I enjoy fair Phillis for my love. What's here, Phillis and love, and love and Phillis: I have seen Phillis, and have heard of love; I will see Phillis, and will hear of love: But neither Phillis, nor the power of love, Shall make me bondslave to a woman's beck. Who's here, my second brother malcontent? I'll stand aside and note his passions. O love, that I had never known thy power. More lovers yet! what the devil is this love? That these my wandering eyes had kept their stay; That I myself had still been like myself; That my poor heart had never felt the wound, Whose anguish keeps me in a deadly sound: Oh how deluding dreams this night o'erpast, Drenched my sad soul in pleasures floating sea! methought I clasped my love within my arms, And circling her, saved her from threatening harms; methought there came an hundred in an hour That sought to rob me of my sweetest flower: But like a champion I did keep her still Within this circle, free from every ill: But when I waked and missed my Phillis there, All my sweet joys converted into fear.
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Griefe me no griefes, but tell me what it is Makes my (sweete Ferdinand) thus passionate: Ile coniure griefe, if griefe be such an euill, In spite of Fortnne, Fates, or any Deuill. Wilt thou not leaue me to my selfe alone? Brother, you know my minde, If you will leaue your dumpish melancholy, And like my selfe banish that puling humour, Or satisfie my exspectation, By telling whence your sorrow doth proceede I will not onely cease to trouble you, But like a true skilfull phisition, Seeke all good meanes for your recouerie. Well brother, you haue much importun'd me, And for the confidence I haue in you, That youle proue secret, I will now vnfold, The loade of care that presseth downe my soule: Know then good Franke, loue is tke cause hereof. How, loue! why whats that loue? A child, a little little boy thats blind. And be ore-come by him! plagude by him! Driuen into dumps by him! put downe by a boy! Master'd by loue! O, I am mad for anger: By a Boy! is there no rosemary and bayes in England To whip the Ape? by a boy! I, such a boy as thou canst neuer see, And yet ere long mayst feele his tirranie: Hee's not visible, yet aimes at the heart, Wo be to those that feele his wounding dart; And one of them I am: wounded so deepe, That in my passions I no meane can keepe: Vnhappy time, woe to that dismall howre, When loue did wound me with faire Phillis flowre: O Phillis, Phillis; of flowers sweetest flower, That euer garnish'd any princely bowre: Farewell, farewell, my woes will ne're remoue, Till I inioy faire Phillis for my loue. Whats heere, Phillis and loue, and loue and Phillis: I haue seene Phillis, and haue heard of loue; I will see Phillis, and will heare of loue: But neither Phillis, nor the power of loue, Shall make me bond-slaue to a womans becke. Who's here, my second brother male-content? Ile stand aside and note his passions. O loue, that I had neuer knowne thy power. More louers yet! what the deuill is this loue? That these my wandring eyes had kept their stay; That I my selfe had still beene like my selfe; That my poore heart had neuer felt the wound, Whose anguish keepes me in a deadly sound: Oh how deluding dreames this night ore-past, Drench'd my sad soule in pleasures floting sea! Me thought I clasp'd my loue within my armes, And circling her, sau'd her from threatning harmes; Me thought there came an hundred in an houre That sought to rob me of my sweetest flower: But like a champion I did keepe her still Within this circle, free from euery ill: But when I wak'd and missd my Phillis there, All my sweete ioyes conuerted into feare.