Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Unknown T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.79 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
By the red lip of that dainty saint, I'll aid thee all I may. It is enough; then brother I'll provide A porter's habit, alike in every point, Will you but so much humble your estate, To put yourself in that so base attire, And like so mean a person wait his coming, About his door which will not be over long, Thou shalt for ever bind me to thy love. Brother, 'tis a base task, by this light, But to procure a further force of love, I'll do't, i'faith I will sweet Ferdinand, About it then, provide thee some disguise, But see you stay not long in any wise, Here shall you find me, go, dispatch. For this i'll love thee everlastingly. Mean time i'll cross your love and if I can. here's no villainy twixt us three brothers: My brother Ferdinand he would have the wench, And Anthonie he hopes to have her too: Then what may I? faith hope well, as they do. Neither of them know that I love the Maid; Yet by this hand I am half mad for love. I know not well what love is, but 'tis sure, I'll die if I have her not, therefore Good brothers mine beguile you one another, Till you be both gulled by your younger brother. Here is a porter's habit, on with it brother. Your hand then brother for to put it on, So now 'tis well, come brother, what's my task? This first, that thou make haste to Anthony's, Ask for a burden and thou shall be sure To have his letter to my dear love Phillis, Deliver it not, but keep it to thyself, Till thou hast given this paper to her hands, Whose lines do intimate thy chaste desires. This is the sum of all, good Frank, make haste, Love burns in me, and I in love do waste. Waste still, but let me in my love increase, Now would not all the world take me for a Porter? How strangely am I metamorphosed? And yet I need not be ashamed neither, Ioue when his love-scapes when he attempted ever Transformed himself, yet ever sped in love, Why may not I then in this strange disguise? This habit may prove mighty in loves power, As beast, or bird, bull, or swan, or golden shower. Within the centre of this paper square, Have I wrote down in bloody characters, A pretty poesy of a wounded heart, Such is loves force once burst into a flame, Do what we can we cannot quench the same, Unless the tears of pity move compassion, And so quench out the fire of affection, Whose burning force heats me in every vain, That I to Love for safety must complain: This is my Orator whose dulcet tongue Must plead my love to beauteous Phillis. Now for a trusty messenger to be Employed herein betwixt my love and me, And in good time I see a Porter nigh, Come hither fellow, dwellest thou here about?
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By the red lippe of that daintie saint, Ile aid thee all I may. It is enough; then brother Ile prouide A Porters habite, alike in euery point, Will you but so much humble your estate, To put your selfe in that so base attyre, And like so meane a person waite his comming, About his doore which will not be ore long, Thou shalt for euer binde me to thy loue. Brother, tis a base taske, by this light, But to procure a further force of loue, Ile doot, yfaith I will sweete Ferdinand, About it then, prouide thee some disguise, But see you stay not long in any wise, Heere shall you finde me, goe, dispatch. For this ile loue thee euerlastingly. Meane time ile crosse your loue and if I can. Heeres no villanie twixt vs three brothers: My brother Ferdinand he would haue the wench, And Anthonie he hopes to haue her too: Then what may I? faith hope well, as they doe. Neither of them know that I loue the Maide; Yet by this hand I am halfe mad for loue. I know not well what loue is, but tis sure, Ile die if I haue her not, therefore Good brothers mine beguile you one an other, Till you be both gulld by your yonger brother. Heere is a Porters habite, on with it brother. Your hand then brother for to put it on, So now tis well, come brother, whats my taske? This first, that thou make haste to Anthonies, Aske for a burden and thou shall be sure To haue his letter to my deere loue Phillis, Deliuer it not, but keepe it to thy selfe, Till thou hast giuen this paper to her hands, Whose lines do intimate thy chaste desires. This is the summe of all, good Franke, make haste, Loue burnes in me, and I in loue doe waste. Waste still, but let me in my loue increase, Now would not all the world take me for a Porter? How strangely am I metamorphosed? And yet I neede not be ashamed neither, Ioue when his loue-scapes when he attempted euer Transformd himselfe, yet euer sped in loue, Why may not I then in this strange disguise? This habite may prooue mighty in loues powre, As beast, or bird, bull, or swanne, or golden showre. Within the centre of this paper square, Haue I wrote downe in bloudy characters, A pretty poesie of a wounded heart, Such is loues force once burst into a flame, Doe what we can we cannot quench the same, Vnlesse the teares of pitty moue compassion, And so quench out the fire of affection, Whose burning force heats me in euery vaine, That I to Loue for safety must complaine: This is my Orator whose dulcet tongue Must pleade my loue to beauteous Phillis. Now for a trusty messenger to be Imployd heerein betwixt my loue and me, And in good time I see a Porter nie, Come hither fellow, dwellst thou heere about?