Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.80 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I wonder lust can hang at such white hairs. You give my love ill names, It is not lust: Lawless desires well tempered may seem Just A thousand mornings with the early Sun, mine eyes have from your windows watched to steal brightness from those. As oft upon the days that Consecrated to devotion are, Within the Holy Temple have I stood disguised, waiting your presence: and when your hands went up towards heaven to draw some blessing down, Mine (as if all my Nerves by yours did move,) Begged in dumb Signs some pity for my Love, And thus being feasted only with your fight, I went more pleased than sickmen with fresh health, Rich men with Honour, Beggars do with wealth. Part now so pleased, for now you more Enjoy me. O you do wish me Physic to destroy me. I have already leapt beyond the bounds of modesty, In piecing out my wings with borrowed feathers: but you sent a Sorceress so perfect in her trade, that did so lively breath forth your passionate Accents, and could draw a Lover languishing so piercingly, that her charms wrought upon me, and in pity of your sick heart which she did Counterfeit, (Oh she's a subtle Beldame!) See I clothed my limbs (thus Player-like in Rich Attires, not fitting mine estate, and am come forth, but why I know not? Will you Love me? Yes, If you can clear me of a debt that's due but to one Man, I'll pay my heart to thee. whose's that? My Husband. Umh. The sums so great I know a kingdom cannot answer it, And therefore I beseech you good my Lord, To take this gilding off, which is your own, And henceforth cease to throw out golden hooks To choke mine honour: though my husband's poor, I'll rather beg for him, then be your Whore. 'gainst beauty you plot treason, if you suffer tears to do violence to so fair a Cheek. That face was near made to look pale with want. Dwell here and be the Sovereign of my fortunes. Thus shall you go attired. Till lust be tired. I must take leave my Lord. Sweet Creature stay, My Coffers shall be yours, my Servants yours, myself will be your servant, and I swear by that which I hold dear in you, your beauty (and which I'll not profane) you shall live here as free from base wrong, as you are from blackness, so you will deign, but let me enjoy your sight, Answer me will you. I will think upon't. Unless you shall perceive, that all my thoughts, and all my actions be to you devoted, and that I very justly earn your love, Let me not taste it. I will think upon it. But when you find my merits of full weight, will you accept their worth. I'll think upon't. I'd speak with the old woman. She shall come, joys that are borne unlooked for, are borne dumb.
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I wonder lust can hang at such white haires. You giue my loue ill names, It is not lust: Lawlesse desires wel tempred may seem Iust A thousand mornings with the early Sunne, mine eies haue from your windowes watcht to steale brightnes from those. As oft vpon the daies that Consecrated to deuotion are, Within the Holy Temple haue I stood disguis'd, waiting your presence: and when your hands went vp towards heauen to draw some blessing down, Mine (as if all my Nerues by yours did moue,) Beg'd in dum Signes some pitty for my Loue, And thus being feasted onely with your fight, I went more pleased then sickmen with fresh health, Rich men with Honour, Beggers do with wealth. Part now so pleas'd, for now you more Inioy me. O you do wish me Phisicke to destroy me. I haue already leapt beyond the bounds of modesty, In piecing out my wings with borrowed feathers: but you sent a Sorceres so perfect in her trade, that did so liuely breath forth your passionate Accents, and could drawe a Louer languishing so piercingly, that her charmes wrought vppon me, and in pitty of your sick hart which she did Counterfet, (Oh shees a subtle Beldam!) See I cloth'd my limbes (thus Player-like in Rich Attyres, not fitting mine estate, and am come forth, but why I know not? Will you Loue me? Yes, If you can cleare me of a debt thats due but to one Man, Ile pay my hart to thee. Whose that? My Husband. Vmh. The sums so great I know a kingdome cannot answer it, And therefore I beseech you good my Lord, To take this gilding off, which is your owne, And henceforth cease to throw out golden hookes To choake mine honor: tho my husbands poore, Ile rather beg for him, then be your Whore. Gainst beauty you plot treason, if you suffer tears to do violence to so faire a Cheeke. That face was nere made to looke pale with want. Dwell heere and bee the Soueraigne of my fortunes. Thus shall you go attir'd. Till lust be tir'd. I must take leaue my Lord. Sweet Creature stay, My Cofers shall be yours, my Seruants yours, My selfe wil be your seruant, and I sweare by that which I hould deare in you, your beauty (and which Ile not prophane) you shall liue heere as free from base wrong, as you are from blackenesse, so you will deigne, but let mee inioy your sight, Answere mee will you. I will thinke vpont. Vnlesse you shall perceiue, that al my thoughts, and al my actions bee to you deuoted, and that I very iustly earne your loue, Let me not tast it. I wil thinke vpon it. But when you find my merits of full weight, wil you accept their worth. Ile thinke vpont. Ide speake with the old woman. She shall come, Ioyes that are borne vnlookt for, are borne dumb.