Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Unknown T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.82 · 531 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
So much for that, now listen further Frank, Not yet two hours expiration, Have taken final end, since Beauty's pride, And Nature's better part of workmanship, Beauteous Phillis was with me consorted; Where she 'mongst other pleasing conference, Burst into terms of sweet affection, And said, ere long she would converse with me In private at my shop, whose wounded soul Struck with loves golden arrow lives in dread, Till she do hear the sentence of my love, Or be condemned by judgement of fell hate. Now since that gracious opportunity Thus smiles on me, I will resign the same To you my friend, knowing my unworthy self Too foul for such a beauty, and too base To match in brightness with that sacred comet. That shines like Phoebus in London's Element; From whence inferior stars derive their light: Wherefore I will immediately you take My crooked habit, and in that disguise Court her, yea win her, for she will be won, This will I do, to pleasure you my friend. For which my love to thee shall never end. About it then, assume this shape of mine, Take what I have. for all I have is thine? Supply my place, to gain thy hearts desire, So may you quench too hearts that burn like fire: she's kind to me, be she as kind to you, What admiration will there then ensue? Frank, I will leave thee, now be thou fortunate, That we with joy your loves may consummate, Farewell, farewell, when I return again, I hope to find three in a pleasing vain. Farewell dear friend; was ever known a finer policy? Now brothers, have amongst you for a third part, Nay, for the whole, or by my soul, i'll lose all, What though my father did bequeath his lands To you my elder brethren, the movables I sue for Were none of his: and you shall run through fire, Before you touch one part of my desire: Am I not like myself in this disguise, Crooked in shape, and crooked in my thoughts Then am I a Cripple right, come wench, away, Thy absence breeds a terror to my stay. Yonder she comes, now frame thy hands to draw, A worser workman never any saw. Yea yonder sits the wonder of mine eye; I have not been the first whom destiny Hath thwarted thus; imperious Love, Either withdraw the shaft that wounds my heart, Or grant me patience to endure my smart: remorseless love, had any but thyself Been privy to my direful passion, How I consume and waste myself in love, They would have been, yea much more pitiful: But all avails not; demanding for my work Shall be a means to have some conference. Good morrow to you, is my handkercher done? Yea Mistress Flower, it is finished. How sweetly tunes the accent of his voice! Oh, do not blame me, dearest love alive, Though thus I dote in my affection; I toil, I labour, and I fain would thrive, And thrive I may if thou wouldst give direction: Thou art the star whereby my course is led, Be gracious then, bright sun, or I am dead.
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So much for that, now listen further Francke, Not yet two houres expiration, Haue taken finall end, since Beauties pride, And Natures better part of workemanship, Beauteous Phillis was with me consorted; Where she mongst other pleasing conference, Burst into termes of sweet affection, And said, ere long she would conuerse with me In priuate at my shop, whose wounded soule Strucke with loues golden arrow liues in dread, Till she doe heare the sentence of my loue, Or be condemn'd by iudgement of fell hate. Now since that gracious opportunitie Thus smiles on me, I will resigne the same To you my friend, knowing my vnworthy selfe Too foule for such a beautie, and too base To match in brightnesse with that sacred comet. That shines like Phaebus in Londons Element; From whence inferior starres deriue their light: Wherefore I will immediatly you take My crooked habite, and in that disguise Court her, yea win her, for she will be wonne, This will I doe, to pleasure you my friend. For which my loue to thee shall neuer end. About it then, assume this shape of mine, Take what I haue. for all I haue is thine? Supply my place, to gaine thy hearts desire, So may you quench too hearts that burne like fire: Shee's kind to mee, be she as kinde to you, What admiration will there then insue? Franke, I will leaue thee, now be thou fortunate, That we with ioy your loues may consummate, Farewell, farewell, when I returne againe, I hope to finde thre in a pleasing vaine. Farewell deere friend; was euer known a finer policie? Now brothers, haue amongst you for a third part, Nay, for the whole, or by my soule, ile loose all, What though my father did bequeath his lands To you my elder brethren, the moueables I sue for Were none of his: and you shall runne through fire, Before you touch one part of my desire: Am I not like my selfe in this disguise, Crooked in shape, and crooked in my thoughts Then am I a Cripple right, come wench, away, Thy absence breeds a terror to my stay. Yonder she comes, now frame thy hands to draw, A worser workeman neuer any saw. Yea yonder sits the wonder of mine eye; I haue not been the first whom destenie Hath thwarted thus; imperious Loue, Either withdraw the shaft that wounds my heart, Or grant me patience to indure my smart: Remorcelesse loue, had any but thy selfe Beene priuie to my direfull passion, How I consume and waste my selfe in loue, They would haue beene, yea much more pittifull: But all auailes not; demaunding for my worke Shall be a meanes to haue some conference. Good morrow to you, is my handkercher done? Yea Mistresse Flower, it is finished. How sweetly tunes the accent of his voyce! Oh, do not blame me, deerest loue aliue, Though thus I dote in my affection; I toyle, I labor, and I faine would thriue, And thriue I may if thou wouldst giue direction: Thou art the starre whereby my course is led, Be gracious then, bright sunne, or I am dead.