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 0.77 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Indefatigable boy, indefatigable. Fatigable (quoth you) you may call it leanable well enough, for I am sure it is able to make a man lean. 'tis my vocation boy, we must never be weary of well doing, love's as proper to a Courtier, as preciseness to a Puritan. Love (subbandy lust) a Punk in this place subintelligitur. Boy I have spied my Saint. Then down on your knees. Fly of, lest she take thee for my familiar: Save thee sweet Maria, Nay wonder not (for thou thyself art wonder,) To see this unexpected gratulation. Whom do I see? O how my senses wander? Am not I Hero: art not thou Leander? thou'rt in the right sweet wench more of that vain; Her passion overcomes her, 'tis the kindest soul: O excellent device; it works, it works boy. it does in deed sir, like the suds of an Alefat, or a washing bowl. joy not too much, extremes are perilous. O weather beaten love: Cisley go make a fire? Go fetch my ladder of Ropes, Leander's come. Mark how prettily in her rapture she haps upon Gerardine's travel, let th'ecstasy have end for I am Gerardine. The devil you are. Ha? let me see, my love so soon returned. I never travelled farther than thine eyes, My bruited journey was a happy project, To cast a mist before thy jealous guardian, Who now suspectless, gives some hope t'attain My wished delight, before pursued in vain. Ask if he strained not hard for that same project. Has not that project overracked thy brain. And spent more wit than thou hast left behind. By this light she flouts him. No, wit is infinite I spent some brain; Thy love did stretch my wit upon the Tenters Then is't like to shrink in the wetting. It cottons well, it cannot choose but bear A pretty nap; I tender thy capacity, A comfortable Caudle cherish it: But where's my favour that I bid thee wear As pledge of love. Now dost thou put him to't, More Tenters for his wit, he's Nonplus quite I wear it sweet Maria but on hy days, Preserve it from the tainting of the air, What should I say: 'tis in my other hose. How in your other hose? he that I love Shall wear my favour in those hose he has on. Fiends and furies: block that I am. In your other hose? she talked of a ladder of Ropes; if she would let it down; for my life he would hang himself in't: in your other hose? why those hose are in Lavender, beside, they have never a Codpiece: but indeed there needs no ivy where the wine is good. In your other hose? I said you were too prodigal of wit. Expostulate no more, grant me access, Or else i'll travel to the wilderness.
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Jndefatigable boy, indefatigable. Fattigable (quoth you) you may call it leaneable well ynough, for J am ſure it is able to make a man leane. Tis my vocation boy, we muſt neuer be weary of well doing, loue's as proper to a Courtier, as preciſeneſſe to a Puritane. Loue (ſubbandy luſt) a Punke in this place ſubintelligitur. Boy I haue ſpyd my Saint. Then downe on your knees. Fly of, leaſt ſhe take thee for my familiar: Saue thee ſweet Maria, Nay wonder not (for thou thy ſelfe art wonder,) To ſee this vnexpected gratulaion. VVhom do I ſee? O how my ſences wander? Am not I Hero: art not thou Leander? Thar't in the right ſweet wench more of that vayne; Her paſſion ouercomes her, tis the kindeſt ſoule: O excellent deuiſe; it works, it works boy. Jt dos in deed ſir, like the ſuds of an Alefat, or a waſhing Bole. Ioy not too much, extreames are perillous. O weather beaten loue: Ciſley go make a fire? Go fetch my ladder of Ropes, Leander's come. Marke how pretily in her rapture ſhe harpes vpon Gerardines trauell, let thextaſie haue end for I am Gerardine. The diuell you are. Ha? let me ſee, my loue ſo ſoone returnd. I neuer trauelld farther then thine eyes, My bruted iourney was a happy proiect, To caſt a myſt before thy iealouſe gardyan, Who now ſuſpectles, giues ſome hope t'attaine My wiſht delight, before purſu'd in vaine. Aſke if he ſtraynd not hard for that ſame proiect. Has not that proiect ouerrackt thy braine. And ſpent more wit then thou haſt left behind. By this light ſhe flowts him. No, wit is infinite I ſpent ſome brayne; Thy loue did ſtretch my wit vpon the Tenters Then is't like to ſhrinke in the wetting. It cottens well, it cannot chooſe but beare A prety napp; I tender thy capacity, A comfortable Caudle cheriſh it: But whers my fauour that I bid thee weare As pledge of loue. Now doſt thou put him toot, More Tenters for his wit, hee's Nonplus quite I weare it ſweet Maria but on hy dayes, Preſerue it from the taynting of the ayre, What ſhould J ſay: tis in my tother hoſe. How in your tother hoſe? he that J loue Shall weare my fauor in thoſe hoſe he has on. Fiends and furies: block that I am. In your tother hoſe? ſhe talkt of a ladder of Ropes; if ſhe would let it downe; for my life he would hang himſelfe in't: Jn your tother hoſe? why thoſe hoſe are in Lauender, beſides, they haue neuer a Codpeece: but indeed there needs no Iuy where the wine is good. In your tother hoſe? I ſaid you were too prodigall of wit. Expoſtulate no more, grant me acceſſe, Or elſe ile trauell to the wilderneſſe.