Marston, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) (?) unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Is not this rare now: now by Gorgon's head, I gape and am struck stiff in wonderment, At sight of these strange beasts. You Chamblet youth, Simplicius Faber that hermaphrodite, Party par pale, that bastard mongrel soul, Is nought but admiration and applause, Of you Lampatho Doria, a fusty cask, Devote to mouldy customs of hoard eld, Doth he but speak, O tones of heaven itself, Doth he once write, O Iesu admirable Cries out Simplicius: then Lampatho spits, And says faith 'tis good. But O to mark you thing Sweat to unite acquaintance to his friend, Labour his praises and endear his worth With titles all as formally tricked forth, As the Cap of a Dedicatory Epistle, Than sir to view Lampatho, he protests, Protests and vows, such sudden heat of love, That O 'twere warmth enough of mirth to dry, The stintless tears of old Heraclitus Make Niobe to laugh. I protest I shall be proud to give you proof, I hold a most religious affiance with your love. Nay gentle signior: Let me not live else, I protest I will strain my utmost sinews, in strengthening your precious estimate, I protest, I will do all rights in all good offices that friendship can touch, or amplest virtue deserve. I protest believe him not, I'll beg thee Laverdure For a concealed Idiot if thou credit him, he's a Hyena, and with Civet scent Of perfumed words, draws to make a prey For laughter of thy credit. O this hot crackling love That blazeth on an instant, flames me out On the least puff of kindness, with protest, protest, Catzo I dread these hot protests, that press Come on so fast, no, no, away, away, You are a common friend or will betray. Let me clip amity, that's got with suit, I hate this whorish love that's prostitute. Horn on my Tailor, could he not bring home, My Satin Taffeta, or Tissue suit: But I must needs be clothed in woollen thus. Bydett, what says he for my Silver hose? And Primrose Satin Doublet, God's my life, Gives he no more observance to my body. O in that last suit gentle Laverdure, Visit my lodging: by Apollo's front Do but inquire my name; O straight they'll say Lampatho suits himself in such a hose. Mark that Quadratus. Consorts himself with such a doublet. Good, good, good, O Iesu admirable. La la lie ro Sir. O Pallas! Quadratus, hark, hark, a most complete phantasma, a most ridiculous humour, prithee shoot him through and through with a jest, make him lie by the lee, thou basilisk of wit. O Iesu, admirably well spoken, Angelical tongue. Gnathonical Coxcomb, Nay prithee, fut fear not he's no edge tool, you may jest with him. No edge-tool, oh! tone of heaven itself. tone of heaven itself. By blessedness I thought so. Nay when, when? Why thou Pole-head, thou Ianus, thou poltroon, thou protest, thou Earwig that wrigglest into men's brains: thou dirty cur that bemir'st with thy fawning, thou—
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Is not this rare now: now by Gorgons head, I gape and am struck stiffe in wonderment, At sight of these strange beasts. You Chamblet youth, Symplicius Faber that Hermophrodite, Party par pale, that bastard Moungerell soule, Is nought but admiration and applause, Of you Lampatho Doria, a fustie caske, Deuote to mouldy customes of hoard eld, Doth he but speake, O tones of heauen it selfe, Doth he once write, O Iesu admirable Cryes out Symplicius: then Lampatho spittes, And sayes faith 'tis good. But O to marke you thing Sweate to vnite acquaintance to his friend, Labour his praises and indeere his worth With titles all as formally trickt forth, As the Cap of a Dedicatorie Epistle, Then sir to view Lampatho, he protests, Protests and vowes, such suddeine heate of loue, That O twere warmth inough of mirth to drie, The stintlesse teares of old Heraclitus Make Nyobe to laugh. I protest I shall bee proud to giue you proofe, I hold a most religious affiance with your loue. Nay gentle Sinior: Let mee not liue els, I protest I will straine my vtmost sineus, in strengthning your pretious estimate, I protest, I will do all rights in all good offices that friendship can touch, or amplest vertue deserue. I protest beleeue him not, Ile beg thee Lauerdure For a conceal'd Ideot if thou credit him, Hee's a Hyena, and with Ciuitt scent Of perfum'd words, drawes to make a prey For laughter of thy credit. O this hote crackling loue That blaseth on an instant, flames me out On the least puffe of kindnesse, with protest, protest, Catzo I dread these hotte protests, that presse Come on so fast, no, no, away, away▪ You are a common friend or will betray. Let me clip amity, that's got with sute, I hate this whorish loue that's prostitute. Horne on my Tailor, could he not bring home, My Sattin Taffeta, or Tissue sute: But I must needs bee cloath'd in Wollen thus. Bydett, what sayes he for my Siluer hose? And Prim-rose Sattin Doublet, Gods my life, Giues he no more obseruance to my body. O in that last sute gentle Lauerdure, Visite my lodging: by Appollos front Do but inquire my name; O straight theile say Lampatho sutes him-selfe in such a hose. Marke that Quadratus. Consorts him-selfe with such a doublet. Good, good, good, O Iesu admirable. La la ly ro Sir. O Pallas! Quadratus, harke, harke, a most compleat phantasma, a most ridiculous humor, pree-thee shoote him through and through with a iest, make him lye by the lee, thou Basilisco of witte. O Iesu, admirably well spoken, Angelicall tongue. Gnathonicall Coxcombe, Nay pre-thee, fut feare not he's no edge toole, you may iest with him. No edge-toole, oh! Tones of heauen it selfe. Tones of heauen it selfe. By blessednesse I thought so. Nay when, when? Why thou Pole-head, thou Ianus, thou poultron, thou protest, thou Eare-wig that wrigglest into mens braines: thou durty cur that be-mierst with thy fawning, thou—