The Devil's Charter, or Pope Alexander the Sixth · chunk 17 of 45
Barnes, Barnabe · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.81 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Tell me not of mine age and Holiness, Thy sight sufficeth me to make me young: Neither upbraid me with my sanctimony, Love is the purest essence from above, And to thy soul I would affix my love. Come hither then and rest with me tonight, Give me fruition of those amorous pits, Where blinded Cupid close in ambush sits: Who with his Arrow (when thou laughed at Venus) Shot through thy smiling cheeks, and did enchain us. Thy Chamber with Ambrosial odours breatheth, New loves and true loves unto them that entreateth, And furious Mars made mild his falchion sheatheth At thy delicious aspect: see thy Chamber: The walls are made of Roses, roof of Lilies, Be not ashamed to mount and venture it, Here Cupid's Altar, and fair Venus' hill is. Thy bed is made with spice and Calamus, With Cinnamon and Spicnard, Arabic, With Opobelsam and rich gums of Egypt, Music Angelical of strings and voices. With sundry birds in sugared symphony, Where whistling wood-nymphs, and the pleasant choice is Of antic action mixed with harmony, Attend thy joyous entrance to this Chamber. Is it possible that the Devil can be so sweet a dissembler? Yes and play the pleasant part of a conceited Anire, the shape of a bright Angel. Now my sweet friend the joys of love doth mutter Thy mind too bashful is, speak tongue loves utter, Thy Coral gums cud loves pure quintessence, And thou thyself fair boy loves purest essence. Oh blessed heavens let Sathan tempt no longer, His force is powerful yet thy strength much stronger, He that with guileful baits gilded untruth, So seeks to blast the blossom of my youth. Delicious fruits divine Confections, Of herbs, roots, flowers of sundry fashions. Preservatives drawn from the rich elixir, Of finest gold pure pearl and precious stones, Provided for thy divine appetite, Wines of more price (made by th'industrious art, In sacred distillations) then that Nectar, Which Hebe bore, when Ioue did most affect her. Sathan false god of lies, and flattery; How palpable is this gross villain? What wilt thou come Manfredi to my Chamber, And bless me with thy precious breath of Amber. After our lady's Mass I will return. Dear God what furies in his soul do burn? After the Celebration of the Mass, I come my Lord. Come then, and let that pass, Holla Barnardo? All business for this night I will adjourn, Give good attendance that at his return, Astor may come to me for my sick heart, Till Astor with his beauty full embrace, Do bless my body wounded with his dart, Can find no rest, love hath it in hot chase. Wilt thou perform it faithfully? What I? will I live to eat, to drink, to sleep? Wilt thou perform it valiantly? Will I eat to drink, will I drink to sleep, will I sleep to live? Will thou be secret, and conceal my plot?
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Tell me not of mine age and Holinesse, Thy sight sufficeth me to make me young: Neither vpbraide me with my sanctimonie, Loue is the purest essence from boue, And to thy soule I would affix my loue. Come hither then and rest with mee to night, Giue me ruition of those amorous pits, Where blinded Cupid close in ambush sits: Who with his Arrow (when thou laught at Venus) Shot through thy smiling cheekes, and did inchaine vs. Thy Chamber with Ambrosiall odors breatheth, New loues and true loues vnto them that entreateth, And furious Mrs made milde his Faulcheon sheatheth At thy delicious aspect: see thy Chamber: The walles are made of Roses, roofe of Lillies, Be not asham'd to mount and venture it, Here Cupids Alter, and faire Venus hill is. Thy bed is made with spice and Calamus, With Sinamond and Spicnard, Arabick, With Opobelsam and rich gums of Aegipt, Musick Angelicall of strings and voyces. With sundry birds in sugred simphony, Where whistling Wood-nimphes, and the pleasant choise is Of Antique action mixt with harmony, Attend thy ioyous entrance to this Chamber. Is it possible that the Diuil can be so sweet a dissembler? Yes and play the pleasant part of a conceited Anire, the shape of a bright Angell. Now my sweet friend the ioyes of loue doth mutter Thy mind too bashfull is, speake tounge loues vtter, Thy Corrall gums cud loues pure quintisence, And thou thy selfe faire boy loues purest essence. Oh blessed heauens let Sathan tempt no longer, His force is powerfull yet thy strenght much stronger, He that with guilefull baites gilded vntruth, So seekes to blast the blossome of my youth. Delicious fruites diuine Confections, Of hearbes, roots, flowers of sundrie fashions. Preseruatiues drawne from the rich Elixar, Of finest gould pure pearle and precious stones, Prouided for thy diuine apetite, Wines of more price (made by th'industrious art, Insacred distillations) then that Nectar, Which Hebe bare, when Ioue did most affect her. Sathan false god of lies, and flatterie; How palpable is this grosse villaine? What wilt thou come Manfredi to my Chamber, And blesse me with thy precious breath of Amber. After our ladies Masse I will returne. Deare God what furies in his soule doe burne? After the Celebration of the Masse, I come my Lord. Come then, and let that passe, Holla Barnardo? All busines for this night I will adiourne, Giue good attendance that at his returne▪ Astor may come to me for my sicke heart, Till Astor with his beauty full embrace, Doe blesse my body wounded with his dart, Can find no rest, loue hath it in hot chase. Wilt thou performe it faithfully? What I? will I liue to eate, to drinke, to sleepe? Wilt thou performe it valiantly? Will I eate to drinke, will I drinke to sleepe, will I sleepe to liue? Will thou be secret, and conceale my plot?