Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Unknown T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.80 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Your brother Ferdinand hath vowed as much, nam more, he swears what man soe'er he be, Presumes to be corrival in his love, He will revenge it as an injury, And clothe the thief in basest obloquy. ay, is my brother my competitor? I'll court my love and will solicit thee, Were Ferdinand himself in company. What sayst thou to my suit? Time may do much, what I intend to do I mean to pause upon. Let it be so; If that my brother's hindrance be all, I'll have thy love though by my brother's fall. Two brothers drowned in love, I and the third For all his outward habit of neglect, If I judge rightly if I did not dream, Hath dipped his foot too in loves scalding stream. Well, let them plead and perish if they will; Cripple, my heart is thine, and shall be still. I am not well, and yet I am not ill, I am, what am I? not in love I hope? In love! let me examine myself, who should I love? who did I last converse with, with Phillis: why should I love Phillis? is she fair? faith so so: her forehead is pretty, somewhat resembling the forehead of the sign of the maiden head in, etc. What's her hair? faith to Bandora wiars, there's not the like simile: is it likely yet that I am in love? What's next? her cheeks, they have a reasonable scarlet, never a dyer's daughter in the town goes beyond her. Well, yet I am not in love. Nay, she hath a mole in her cheek too: Venus' mole was not more natural; but what of that, I am Adonis, and will not love. Good Venus pardon me. Let us descend: her chin, O Helen, Helen, where's your dimple Helen? it was your dimple that bewitched Paris, and without your dimple I will not love you Helen, No, yet I am safe. Her hand, lets handle that, I saw her hand, and it was lily white, I touched her palm, and it was soft and smooth: and then what then? her hand did then bewitch me, I shall be in love now out of hand. In love! shall I that ever yet have profaned love, now fall to worship him? Shall I that have jested at lovers sighs now raise whirl winds? shall I that have flouted ay-mees once a quarter, now practise ay-mees every minute? shall I defy hatbands, and tread garters and shoestrings under my feet? shall I fall to falling bands and be a ruffian no longer? I must; I am now liege man to Cupid, and have read all these informations in his book of statutes, the first chapter, page millesimo nono, therefore, hatband avaunt, ruff regard your self, garters adieu, shoestrings so and so; I am a poor enamorate, and enforced with the Poet to say, Love o'ercomes all, and I that love obey.
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Your brother Ferdinand hath vowd as much, Na more, he sweres what man so ere he be, Presumes to be corriuall in his loue, He will reuenge it as an iniurie, And clothe the theefe in basest obloquie. I, is my brother my competitor? Ile court my loue and will solicite thee, Were Ferdinand himselfe in company. What saist thou to my sute? Time may doe much, what I intend to doe I meane to pawse vpon. Let it be so; If that my brothers hinderance be all, Ile haue thy loue though by my brothers fall. Two brothers drownd in loue, I and the third For all his outward habite of neglect, If I iudge rightly if I did not dreame, Hath dipt his foote too in Loues scalding streame. Well, let them pleade and perish if they will; Cripple, my heart is thine, and shall be still. I am not well, and yet I am not ill, I am, what am I? not in loue I hope? In loue! let me examine my selfe, who should I loue? who did I last conuerse with, with Phillis: why should I loue Phillis? is she faire? faith so so: her forehead is pretty, somewhat resembling the forehead of the signe of the maiden head in, &c. Whats her haire? faith to Bandora wiars, theres not the like simile: is it likely yet that I am in loue? Whats next? her cheekes, they haue a reasonable scarlet, never a Diars daughter in the towne goes beyond her. Well, yet I am not in loue. Nay, she hath a mole in her cheeke too: Venus mole was not more naturall; but what of that, I am Adonis, and will not loue. Good Venus pardon me. Let vs descend: her chinne, O Helen, Helen, wheres your dimple Helen? it was your dimple that bewitcht Paris, and without your dimple I will not loue you Helen, No, yet I am safe. Her hand, lettes handle that, I sawe her hand, and it was lilly white, I toucht her palme, and it was soft and smoothe: and then what then? her hand did then bewitch me, I shall be in loue now out of hand. In loue! shall I that euer yet haue prophand loue, now fall to worship him? Shall I that haue ieasted at louers sighes now raise whirle windes? shall I that haue flowted ay-mees once a quarter, now practise ay-mees euery minute? shall I defie hat-bands, and treade garters and shoostrings vnder my feete? shall I fall to falling bands and be a ruffin no longer? I must; I am now liege man to Cupid, and haue read all these informations in his booke of statutes, the first chapter, page millesimo nono, therefore, hat-band avaunt, ruffe regard your selfe, garters adue, shoo-strings so and so; I am a poore enamorate, and enforcde with the Poet to say, Loue orecomes all, and I that loue obey.