Chapman, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) · Paul's T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.91 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
True my Lord, and never My fruitless love shall let your serious profit, Yet, sweet Lord, do no stay, you know my soul Is so long time without me, and I dead As you are absent. By this kiss, receive My soul for hostage, till I see my love. The morn shall let me see you: With the sun I'll visit thy more comfortable beauties. This is my comfort, that the sun hath left The whole world's beauty ere my sun leaves me. 'tis late night now indeed: farewell my light. Farewell my light and life: But not in him. Alas, that in the wave of our affections We should supply it with a full dissembling, In which each youngest maid is grown a mother, Frailty is fruitful, one sin gets another: Our loves like sparkles are that brightest shine, When they go out most vice shows most divine: Go maid, to bed, lend me your book I pray: Not like yourself, for form, I'll this night trouble None of your services: Make sure the doors, And call your other fellows to their rest. I will, yet I will watch to know why you watch. Exit. Now all the peaceful regents of the night, Silently-gliding exhalations, Languishing winds, and murmuring falls of waters, Sadness of heart, and ominous secureness, Enchantments, dead sleeps, all the friends of rest, That ever wrought upon the life of man, Extend your utmost strengths; and this charmed hour Fix like the Centre; make the violent wheels Of Time and Fortune stand; and Great Existens (The maker's treasury) now not seem to be, To all but my approaching friends and me: They come, alas they come, fear, fear and hope Of one thing, at one instant fight in me: I love what most I loathe, and cannot live Unless I compass that that holds my death: For love is hateful without love again, And he I love, will loathe me, when he sees I fly my sex, my virtue, my Renown, To run so madly on a man unknown. See, see the gulf is opening, that will swallow Me and my fame for ever; I will in, And cast myself off, as I ne'er had been. Come worthiest son, I am past measure glad, That you (whose worth I have approved so long) Should be the Object of her fearful love; Since both your wit and spirit can adapt Their full force to supply her utmost weakness: You know her worths and virtues, for Report Of all that know, is to a man a knowledge: You know beside, that our affections storm, Raised in our blood, no Reason can reform. Though she seek then their satisfaction, (Which she must needs, or rest unsatisfied) Your judgement will esteem her peace thus wrought, Nothing less dear, than if yourself had sought: And (with another colour, which my Art Shall teach you to lay on) yourself must seem The only agent, and the first Orb Move, In this our set, and cunning world of Love.
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True my Lord, and neuer My fruitlesse loue shall let your serious profit, Yet, sweet Lord, do no stay, you know my soule Is so long time without me, and I dead As you are absent. By this kisse, receiue My soule for hostage, till I see my loue. The morne shall let me see you: With the sunne Ile visit thy more comfortable beauties. This is my comfort, that the sunne hath left The whole worlds beauty ere my sunne leaues me. Tis late night now indeed: farewell my light. Farewell my light and life: But not in him. Alas, that in the waue of our affections We should supplie it with a full dissembling, In which each yoongest maid is growne a mother, Frailtie is fruitfull, one sinne gets another: Our loues like sparkles are that brightest shine, When they goe out most vice shewes most diuine: Goe maid, to bed, lend me your booke I pray: Not like your selfe, for forme, Ile this night trouble None of your seruices: Make sure the doores, And call your other fellowes to their rest. I will, yet I will watch to know why you watch. Exit. Now all the peacefull regents of the night, Silently-gliding exhalations, Languishing windes, and murmuring fals of waters, Sadnesse of heart, and ominous securenesse, Enchantments, dead sleepes, all the friends of rest, That euer wrought vpon the life of man, Extend your vtmost strengths; and this charm'd houre Fix like the Center; make the violent wheeles Of Time and Fortune stand; and Great Existens (The Makers treasurie) now not seeme to bee, To all but my approaching friends and mee: They come, alas they come, feare, feare and hope Of one thing, at one instant fight in mee: I loue what most I loath, and cannot liue Vnlesse I compasse that that holds my death: For loue is hatefull without loue againe, And he I loue, will loth me, when he sees I flie my sex, my vertue, my Renowne, To runne so madly on a man vnknowne. See, see the gulfe is opening, that will swallow Me and my fame for euer; I will in, And cast my selfe off, as I ne're had beene. Come worthiest sonne, I am past measure glad, That you (whose worth I haue approou'd so long) Should be the Obiect of her fearefull loue; Since both your wit and spirit can adapt Their full force to supplie her vtmost weakenesse: You know her worths and vertues, for Report Of all that know, is to a man a knowledge: You know besides, that our affections storme, Rais'd in our blood, no Reason can reforme. Though she seeke then their satisfaction, (Which she must needes, or rest vnsatisfied) Your iudgement will esteeme her peace thus wrought, Nothing lesse deare, than if your selfe had sought: And (with another colour, which my Art Shall teach you to lay on) your selfe must seeme The only agent, and the first Orbe Moue, In this our set, and cunning world of Loue.