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.
I say be careless still, court her without complement take spirit. Wert not a pleasing jest for me to clothe Another rascal like Albano, say And rumor him returned without all deceit, Would not beget errors most ridiculous. Meletza bella belletza, Madonna, bella bella genteletza prithee kiss this initiated gallant. How would it please you I should respect ye. As any thing, What you will as nothing. As nothing, how will you value my love. Why just as you respect me, as nothing, for out of nothing, nothing is bred, so nothing shall not beget anything, anything bring nothing, nothing bring anything, anything & nothing shall be What you will, my speech mounting to the value of myself which is. What sweet— Your nothing light as yourself senseless as your sex, and just as you would ha' me, nothing. Your wit skips a morisco, but by the brightest spangle of my tier, I vouchsafe you entire unaffected favour, were this gentle spirit be not proud. Believe it youth slow speech, swift love doth often shroud. My soul's entranced your favour doth transport, My sense past sense, by your adored graces, I dote, am rapt. Nay if you fall to passion and past sense, My breasts no harbour for your love, go pack, hence. Uds fut thou gull, thou inky scholar, ha, thou whoreson fop, Wilt not thou clap into our fashioned gallantry, Couldst not be proud and scornful, loof and vain Gods my heart's object, what a plague is this: My soul's entranced, fut couldst not clip and kiss, My soul's entranced, ten thousand crowns at least Lost lost, my soul's entranced, loves life O beast! Celia open, open Celia, I would enter, open Celia. Celia, open, open Celia, I would enter open Celia. What Celia let in thy husband Albano what Celia. What Celia let in thy husband Albano what Celia Uds f, f, f, fut let Albano enter. Uds f, f, f, fut let Albano enter. Sweet breast you ha' played the wag i'faith. Believe it sweet not I. Come you have attired some fiddler like Albano to fright the perfumer, there's the jest. Good fortunes to our sister. And a speedy marriage. Then we must wish her no good fortunes. For shame, for shame straight clear your house; sweep out this dust, fling out this trash, return to modesty your husband I say your husband Albano that was supposed drowned is returned I and at the door. Ha ha, my husband, ha ha. Laugh you, shameless? laugh you? Come, come, your plots discovered, good faith kinsmen I am no scold: to shape a Perfumer like my husband, O sweet jest. Last hopes all known. For penance of your fault will you maintain a jest now, my love hath tired some fiddler like Albano, like the Perfumer. Not I by blessedness not I. Come 'tis true, do but support the jest and you shall surfeit, with laughter. Faith we condescend, 'twill not be crossed I see, Marriage and hanging go by destiny.
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I say bee carelesse still, court her without complement take spirit. Wert not a pleasing ieast for me to cloath Another rascall like Albano, say And rumor him return'd without all deceit, Would not beget errors most ridiculous. Meletza bella belletza, Madonna, bella bella genteletza pree-thee kisse this initiated gallant. How would it please you I should respect yee. As any thing, What you will as nothing. As nothing, how will you valew my loue. Why iust as you respect me, as nothing, for out of nothing, nothing is bred, so nothing shall not beget any-thing, any-thing bring nothing, nothing bring any-thing, any-thing & nothing shal be What you will, my speach mounting to the valieu of my selfe which is. What sweete— Your nothing light as your selfe scencelesse as your sex, and iust as you would ha me, nothing. Your wit skips a morisco, but by the brightest spangle of my tier, I vouchafe you intire vnaffected fauor, were this gentle spirit be not proud. Beleeue it youth slow speech, swift loue doth often shrowd. My soul's intranc'd your fauor doth transport, My scence past scence, by your adored graces, I doat, am rapt. Nay if you fall to passion and past scence, My breasts no harbor for your loue, go packe, hence. Vds fut thou gull, thou inkie scholler, ha, thou whoreson fop, Wilt not thou clappe into our fashion'd gallantry, Couldst not be proud and skornfull, loofe and vaine Gods my hearts obiect, what a plague is this: My soul's intraunc'd, fut couldst not clip and kisse, My soul's intraunc'd, ten thousand crownes at least Lost lost, my soul's intraunc'd, loues life O beast! Celia open, open Celia, I would enter, open Celia. Celia, open, open Celia, I would enter open Celia. What Celia let in thy husband Albano what Celia. What Celia let in thy husband Albano what Celia Vds f, f, f, fut let Albano enter. Vds f, f, f, fut let Albano enter. Sweete breast you ha playd the wag yfaith. Beleeue it sweete not I. Come you haue attired some fiddler like Albano to fright the perfumer, ther's the iest. Good fortunes to our sister. And a speedy marriage. Then we must wish her no good fortunes. For shame, for shame straight cleere your house; sweepe out this dust, fling out this trash, returne to modesty your husband I say your husband Albano that was supposd drownd is return'd I and at the dore. Ha ha, my husband, ha ha. Laugh you, shameles? laugh you? Come, come, your plots discouerd, good faith kinsmen I am no skold: to shape a Perfumer like my husband, O sweete iest. Last hopes all knowne. For pennance of your fault will you maintaine a iest now, my loue hath tired some fiddler like Albano, like the Perfumer. Not I by blessednesse not I. Come tis true, do but support the iest and you shal surfet, with laughter. Faith we condiscend, twill not be crosd I see, Marriage and hanging go by destiny.