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.
Cripple, you lose your time, with your fair tears To circumvent my heart: Bowdler I love thee, Barnard I hate, and thou shalt never move me. I will; thou dost love Barnard, and I can prove it. That I love Barnard! by heavens I abhor him. Thou lov'st him, once again I say, thou lov'st him, For all thou hast borne Bowdler still in hand. What wilt thou make me mad? I say, I hate him. I say thou lov'st him: have not I been at home, And heard thee in thy chamber praise his person, And say he is a proper little man, And pray that he would be a suitor to thee? Have I not seen thee in the Bay-window To sit cross-armed, take counsel of thy glass, And prune thyself to please young Barnard's eye? Some times curling thy hair, then practising smiles, Sometimes rubbing thy filthy butter-teeth, Then pull the hairs from off thy beetle-brows. Painting the veins upon thy breasts with blue, An hundred other tricks I saw thee use, And all for Barnard. For Barnard! 'twas for Bowdler. I say, for Barnard. Nay more, thou know'st I lay one night at home, And in thy sleep I heard thee call on Barnard twenty times over. Will you be sworn I did. ay, I will swear it: And art thou not ashamed thus to be changed, To leave the love of a kind Gentleman To dote on Bowdler? Fie, fie, reclaim thyself: Embrace thy Barnard, take him for thy husband, And save his credit, who is else undone, By thy hard father's hateful cruelty. Cripple, If thou canst prove that ever I Did fancy Barnard, I will love him still. Why i'll be sworn thou didst. And that I doted on him in my sleep. I'll be sworn I could not sleep all night In the next room, thou didst so rave on him. I cannot tell, I may well be deceived, I think I might affect him in my sleep, And yet not know it; let me look on him, I'faith he is a pretty handsome fellow, 'tis pity he should waste himself in prison; heigh ho. What's the matter wench? Cripple, I will love him. Wilt thou i'faith? I'faith I will. Give me thy hand, a bargain, 'tis enough. But how shall he know I love him? Why thus: I will entreat the sergeants To go with him along unto thy father, And by the way i'll send young Bowdler from us, And then acquaint my Barnard with thy love, He shall accept it and avouch the same Unto thy father, wench do thou the like, And then I hope his bonds are canceled. Cripple, shall we have your company? My friends, hold here, there's money for your pains Walk with your prisoner but to master Berry, And ye shall either find sufficient bail, Or else discharge the debt, or I assure you we'll be your aid to guard him safe to prison.
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Cripple, you lose your time, with your faire teares To circumuent my heart: Bowdler I loue thee, Barnard I hate, and thou shalt neuer mooue me. I will; thou dost loue Barnard, and I can prooue it. That I loue Barnard! by heauens I abhorre him. Thou lou'st him, once againe I say, thou lou'st him, For all thou hast borne Bowdler still in hand. What wilt thou make me mad? I say, I hate him. I say thou lou'st him: haue not I been at home, And heard thee in thy chamber praise his person, And say he is a proper little man, And pray that he would be a suter to thee? Haue I not seene thee in the Bay-window To sit crosse-aride, take counsell of thy glasse, And prune thy selfe to please yong Barnards eye? Some times curling thy haire, then practising smiles, Sometimes rubbing thy filthy butter-teeth, Then pull the haires from off thy beetle-browes. Painting the veins vpon thy breasts with blew, An hundred other trickes I saw thee vse, And all for Barnard. For Barnard! twas for Bowdler. I say, for Barnard. Nay more, thou knowst I lay one night at home, And in thy sleepe I heard thee call on Barnard Twentie times ouer. Will you be sworne I did. I, I will sweare it: And art thou not ashamde thus to be changde, To leaue the loue of a kinde Gentleman To dote on Bowdler? Fie, fie, reclaime thy selfe: Imbrace thy Barnard, take him for thy husband, And saue his credite, who is else vndone, By thy hard fathers hatefull crueltie. Cripple, If thou canst prooue that euer I Did fancie Barnard, I will loue him still. Why ile be sworne thou didst. And that I doated on him in my sleepe. Ile be sworne I could not sleepe all night In the next roome, thou didst so raue on him. I cannot tell, I may well be deceiu'd, I thinke I might affect him in my sleepe, And yet not know it; let me looke on him, Yfaith he is a pretty hansome fellow, Tis pitty he should waste himselfe in prison; Hey ho. Whats the mater wench? Cripple, I will loue him. Wilt thou yfaith? Yfaith I will. Giue me thy hand, a bargaine, tis enough. But how shall he know I loue him? Why thus: I will intreate the Serieants To goe with him along vnto thy father, And by the way ile send yong Bowdler from vs, And then acquaint my Barnard with thy loue, He shall accept it and auouch the same Vnto thy father, wench do thou the like, And then I hope his bonds are cancelled. Cripple, shall we haue your company? My friends, hold here, theres mony for your paines Walke with your prisoner but to maister Berry, And ye shall either finde sufficient baile, Or else discharge the debt, or I assure you Weele be your ayde to guarde him safe to prison.