Barry, Lording · published 1608 · first performed or written 1603 [c.1603-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.80 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Stay sweet Maria, I bring thee ample joy To check that sudden fear, let thy sweet heart That constant seat of thy affection, Repay that blood exhausted from thy veins; Fear not sweet wench? I am no apparition, But the firm substance of thy truest friend, know'st thou me now? Gerardine my love? What unheard of accident presents Thy unexpected self, and gives my heart Matter of joy, mixed with astonishment. I thought thou hadst been cabined in thy ship. Not Trunked within my cruel guardian's house. That cruelty gives fuel to desire, For love suppressed fares like a raging fire which burns all obstacles that stop his course, And mounts aloft; the Ocean in his source May easier hide himself, and be confined, Then Love can be obscured; For in the mind, She holds her seat, and through that heavenly essence, Is near, when far remote; her virtual presence, Fills (like the Air) all places, gives delight, Hope in despair and heart, 'gainst fell despite. That worst of men thy cruel guardian may Keep down a while, but cannot dissipate what heaven hath joined, for fate and providence, Gave me this Stratagem, to let him know, That Love will creep, where 'tis restrained to go. I apprehend the rest: O rare conceit, I see thy travel happily was feigned To win access, which with small ease thou hast gained: This Trunk, which he so greedily supposes, Contains thy substance (as it doth indeed) Upon thy fair pretence, in lieu of love Bequeathed to me, if death should stop the course, This Trunk (I say) he hugs; sink thou or swim, So he may feed his wolf, that root of Sin; His Avarice but heaven (that mocks man's might Gives this close means t'insist upon our right. Ingenious Spirit, true Oracle of love, Thou hast prevented me, this was my plot, Whose end and scope I long to imitate, With accents free, and uncontrolled with fear, does opportunity stand fair? Not now, Danger stands sentinel. Then I'll retire, We must be cautilous. So so, and Time Shall not oft turn his hour glass ere i'll find, Peace and occasion fitting to thy mind. THe coast is clear, and Argus wakeful eyes Securely sleep: time turns to us his front; Come sweet Maria of th' auspicious hours Let's take advantage. With all my heart, I do embrace the motion with thyself: Welcome sweet friend to liberty of Air, Which now methinks doth prompt our breaths to move Sweet accents of delight, the joys of love: How dost thou brook thy little ease, thy Trunk? That Trunk confines this Chest, this Chest contains Th' unbounded speculation of our love Incomprehensible: Grief, joy, hope, and fears (Affections of my mind) are like the spheres, Which in their jarring motions do agree, Through th' influence of loves sweet harmony. Are not inferior bodies here on earth, Produced and governed by those heavenly ones?
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Stay ſweet Maria, I bring thee ample ioy To check that ſudden feare, let thy ſweet heart That conſtant ſeate of thy affection, Repay that bloud exhauſted from thy vaines; Feare not ſweet wench? I am no apparition, But the firme ſubſtance of thy trueſt friend, Knowſt thou me now? Gerardine my loue? What vnheard of accident preſents Thy vnexpected ſelfe, and giues my heart Matter of ioy, mixt with aſtoniſhment. I thought thou hadſt bin cabyn'd in thy ſhip. Not Trunkt within my cruell gardyans houſe. That cruelty giues fuell to deſire, For loue ſuppreſt fares like a raging fire which burnes all obſtacles that ſtop his courſe, And mounts aloft; the Ocean in his ſource May eaſier hide himſelfe, and be confynd, Then Loue can be obſcurd; For in the mind, She holds her ſeate, and through that heau'nly eſſence, Is neare, when farre remote; her virtuall preſence, Fills (like the Ayr) all places, giues delight, Hope in deſpaire and hart, gainſt fell deſpite. That worſt of men thy cruell gardyan may Keepe downe a while, but cannot diſſipate what heau'n hath ioynd, for fate and prouidence, Gaue me this Stratagem, to let him know, That Loue will creepe, where tis reſtraynd to go. I apprehend the reſt: O rare conceit, I ſee thy trauell happily was faynd To win acceſſe, which with ſmall eaſe thou haſt gaynd: This Trunk, which he ſo greedily ſuppoſes, Contaynes thy ſubſtance (as it doth indeed) Vpon thy fayre pretence, in liew of loue Bequeath'd to me, if death ſhould ſtop the courſe, This Trunk (J ſay) he hugs; ſink thou or ſwim, So he may feed his wolfe, that roote of Sin; His Auarice but heauen (that mocks mans might Giues this cloſe meanes t'inciſt vpon our right. Ingenious Spirit, true Oracle of loue, Thou haſt preuented me, this was my plot, Whoſe end and ſcope I long to imitate, With accents free, and vncontrolld with feare, Do's oportunity ſtand fayre? Not now, Daunger ſtands centinell. Then Ile retyre, We muſt be cautilous. So ſo, and Tyme Shall not oft turne his howr glaſſe ere ile find, Peace and occaſion fitting to thy mind. THe coaſt is cleare, and Argus wakefull eies Securely ſleep: time turnes to vs his front; Come ſweet Maria of th' auſpicious howres Lets take aduantage. With all my hart, J do imbrace the motion with thy ſelfe: Welcome ſweet friend to liberty of Ayer, Which now me thinks doth promp our breaths to moue Sweet accents of delight, the ioyes of loue: How doſt thou brooke thy little eaſe, thy Trunk? That Trunke confines this Cheſt, this Cheſt contaynes Th' vnbounded ſpeculacion of our loue Incomprehenſible: Griefe, ioy, hope, and feares (Thaffections of my mind) are like the ſpheares, VVhich in their iarring motions do agree, Through th' influence of loues ſweet harmony. Are not inferiour bodies here on earth, Produc'd and gouern'd by thoſe heauenly ones?