Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Ye little birds that sit and sing Amidst the shady valleys, And see how Phillis sweetly walks Within her Garden alleys; Go pretty birds about her bower, Sing pretty birds she may not lower, Ah me, methinks I see her frown Ye pretty wantons warble. Go tell her through your chirping bills, As you by me are bidden, To her is only known my love, Which from the world is hidden: Go pretty birds and tell her so, See that your notes strain not too low, For still methink I see her frown, Ye pretty wantons warble. Go tune your voices harmony, And sing I am her Lover; Strain loud and sweet, that every note, With sweet content may move her: And she that hath the sweetest voice, Tell her I will not change my choice, Yet still methinks I see her frown, Ye pretty wantons warble. O fly, make haste, see, see she falls Into a pretty slumber, Sing round about her rosy bed That waking she may wonder, Say to her, 'tis her lover true, That sendeth love to you to you: And when you hear her kind reply, Return with pleasant warblings. avaunt delusion, thoughts cannot win my love; Love, though divine, cannot divine my thoughts: Why to the air then do I idle here Such heedless words far off, and ne'er the near; Hie thee young Frank, to her that keeps thy heart, There let sweet words they sweeter thoughts impart. But stay; here comes my melancholy brothers both, I'll step aside, and hear their conference. What? is my brother Ferdinand so near? He is my elder, I must needs give place; Anthony, stand by, and list what he doth say, Haste calls me hence, yet I will brook delay. Shall I exclaim 'gainst fortune and mishap. Or rail on Nature who first framed me? Is it hard chance that keeps me from my love? Or is this heap of loathed deformity, The cause that breeds a blemish in her eye? I know not what to think, or what to say, Only one comfort yet I have in store, Which I will practise though I ne'er try more. Oh, for to hear that comfort I do long, I'll turn it to a strain to right my wrong. I have a brother rival in my love; I have a brother hates me for my love; I have a brother vows to win my love; That brother too, he hath incensed my love, To gain the beauty of my dearest love; What hope remains then to enjoy my love? I am that brother rival in his love, I am that brother hates him for his love: Not his but mine, and I will have that love, Or never live to see him kiss my love; What thou erst said, I am that man alone, That will depose you brother from loves throne; I am that man, though you my elder be, That will aspire beyond you one degree.
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Ye little birds that sit and sing Amidst the shadie valleys, And see how Phillis sweetly walkes Within her Garden alleyes; Goe pretie birds about her bowre, Sing pretie birdes she may not lowre, Ah me, me thinkes I see her frowne Ye pretie wantons warble. Go tell her through your chirping billes, As you by me are bidden, To her is onely knowne my loue, Which from the world is hidden: Goe prety birds and tell her so, See that your notes straine not too low, For still me thinke I see her frowne, Ye pretie wantons warble. Go tune your voices harmonie, And sing I am her Louer; Straine lowde and sweet, that euery note, With sweet content may moue her: And she that hath the sweetest voyce, Tell her I will not change my choice, Yet still me thinkes I see her frowne, Ye pretie wantons warble. O flie, make haste, see, see she falles Into a prety slumber, Sing rownd about her rosie bed That waking she may wonder, Say to her, tis her louer true, That sendeth loue to you to you: And when you heare her kinde reply, Returne with pleasant warblings. Auaunt delusion, thoughts cannot winne my loue; Loue, though diuine, cannot diuine my thoughts: Why to the ayre then do I idle heere Such heedles words farre off, and ne're the neere; Hie thee yong Franke, to her that keepes thy heart, There let sweet words they sweeter thoughts impart. But stay; here comes my mellancholly brothers both, Ile step aside, and heare their conference. What? is my brother Ferdinand so neere? He is my elder, I must needs giue place; Anthony, stand by, and list what he doth say, Haste calles me hence, yet I will brooke delay. Shall I exclaime gainst fortune and mishap. Or raile on Nature who first framed me? Is it hard chance that keepes me from my loue? Or is this heape of loathd deformitie, The cause that breeds a blemmish in her eye? I know not what to thinke, or what to say, Onely one comfort yet I haue in store, Which I will practise though I ne're try more. Oh, for to heare that comfort I doe long, Ile turne it to a straine to right my wrong. I haue a brother riuall in my loue; I haue a brother hates me for my loue; I haue a brother vowes to winne my loue; That brother too, he hath incenst my loue, To gaine the beauty of my deerest loue; What hope remaines then to inioy my loue? I am that brother riuall in his loue, I am that brother hates him for his loue: Not his but mine, and I will haue that loue, Or neuer liue to see him kisse my loue; What thou erst sayd, I am that man alone, That will depose you brother from loues throne; I am that man, though you my elder be, That will aspire beyond you one degree.