Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.78 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Yet again dreaming, i'll talk no more, but be gone; for fear I wake him. And then methought, as I was skipping from your knee unto your thigh, & so forth; you told a Gentleman of it, a friend of yours; who most courtly and softly putting in his hand to catch me. Spretious she's gone, sure 'tis the acuteness of my ingenuity, which makes my jests so stinging, as she cannot endure them: I must needs eat some of your new court-water-gruel, to qualify my my invention. Thou needest not love, speak what thou wilt, if gently thou do speak, thy words to me are much more Musical than is a Syrens voice. Orpheus himself could never strain his high stretched strings to such Melodious sounds, as when thy voice doth pierce the ear. 'tis but for my wit she loves me: I sent her tricks already: for Courtiers must as well thriving be, Have Noses to smell out, as Eyes to see. Despised, and left alone, filled brim full of grief, and no way to unload me of my cares. But through these running eyes, in streams of tears. Whose tears like to a clear, yet poisoned source, have with their vapours through these eyes (the windows to my heart) infected all my thoughts. Thy eyes do shoot forth glances like to stars, though seated in a moist and rainy Sky, the which hath wounded even my heart, and I must die; Lest Achilles lance-like, healed by your eye. I pray you seek somewhere else, if you be ill, For I in Surgerie-haue little skill. I'll follow my suit, not ceasing till the most of trial, For he's a fool in Love that makes denial. Here hath been a Maze, a Round, a whirling in Love, How like the spokes of a ladies Coach-wheels They run one after another: And as of them you see neither, So none of these can overtake either. And though you see them thus forsaken, They shall be married, but mistaken: Which for performance yet a while, I must be labouring to beguile. Only the men, and make them venture, To run a Circle far from Centre Of their hopes; yet for their good, Where blinded each like Hawk in hood, Shall Marry better than they Wooed. Nay madam, it must needs be so, or else the Priest will never Marry me. And so you would have us all be Married masked. True, to which you all may easily persuade your Lovers, telling them with my Marriage, will be with much the less suspect effected. But say, who shall know us, when our Faces are not seen? The better; for then you shall appoint each one of them, to choose you by their own Tokens, which you within yourselves shall change: Mistress Peg shall wear Mistress Nan's Ring, Mistress Nan your Chain, and you Mistress Pegs jewel. But shall they need to come naked too?
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Yet againe dreaming, ile talke no more, but be gon; for feare I wake him. And then me thought, as I was skipping from your knee vnto your thigh, & so forth; you told a Gentleman of it, a friend of yours; who most courtly and softly putting in his hand to catch mee. Spretious shee's gone, sure t'is the acutenes of my ingenuitie, which makes my ieasts so stinging, as she cannot endure them: I must needs eat some of your new court-water-gruell, to qualifie my my inuention. Thou need'st not loue, speake what thou wilt, if gently thou doe speake, thy words to mee are much more Musicall then is a Syrens voyce. Orpheus himselfe could neuer straine his high stretch'd strings to such Melodious sounds, as when thy voyce doth pierce the are. T'is but for my wit she loues me: I sent her trickes alreadie: for Courtyers must aswell thriuing bee, Haue Noses to smell out, as Eyes to see. Despis'de, and left alone, filde brim full of griefe, and no way to vnloade mee of my cares. But through these running eyes, in streames of teares. Whose teares like to a cleer, yet poysoned source, haue with their vapours through these eyes (the windowes to my heart) infected all my thoughts. Thy eyes do shoote forth glances like to starres, though seated in a moyste and rainie Skie, the which hath wounded euen my heart, and I must die; Lest Achilles launce-like, healed by your eye. I pray you seeke some-where else, if you bee ill, For I in Surgerie-haue little skill. Ile follow my sute, not ceassing till the most of triall, For hee's a foole in Loue that makes denyall. Here hath bene a Maze, a Round, a Whyrling in Loue, How like the spoakes of a Ladyes Coach-wheeles They runne one after another: And as of them you see neyther, So none of these can ouertake eyther. And though you see them thus forsaken, They shall be marryed, but mistaken: Which for performance yet a while, I must be labouring to beguile. Onely the men, and make them venter, To runne a Circle farre from Center Of their hopes; yet for their good, Where blinded each like Hawke in hood, Shall Marry better then they Wooed. Nay Madame, it must needes bee so, or else the Priest will neuer Marrie me. And so you would haue vs all bee Marryed masked. True, to which you all may easily perswade your Louers, telling them with my Marriage, will be with much the lesse suspect effected. But say, who shall knowe vs, when our Faces e not seene? The better; for then you shall appoint each one of them, to chuse you by theyr owne Tokens, which you within your selues shall chaunge: Mistris Peg shall weare Mistris Nans Ring, Mistris Nan your Chaine, and you Mistris Pegs iewell. But shall they neede to come naked too?