Heywood, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 [1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.68 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Let humour change and spare not, Since Tarquin's proud I care not: His fair words so bewitch my delight, That I dote on his sight. Now all is gone new desires embracing, And my deserts disgracing. Upon my life he's either mad or lovesick, Oh can Valerius, but so late a statesman, Of whom the public weal deserved so well Tune out his age in songs and canzonets, Whose voice should thunder counsel in the ears Of Tarquin, and proud Tullia? think Valerius What that proud woman Tullia is, 'twill put thee Quite out of tune. Now what is love I pray thee tell, It is the fountain and the well, Where pleasure and repentance dwell, It is perhaps the sansing bell, That rings all in to heaven or hell: And this is love, and this is love, as I hear tell. Now what is love I pray you show, A thing that creeps and cannot go: A prize that passeth to and fro, A thing for me, a thing, for more, And he that proves shall find it so, And this is love, and this is, sweet friends love Valerius I shall quickly change thy cheer, And make thy passionate eyes lament with mine, Think how that worthy Prince our kinsman King Was butchered in the marble Capitol. Shall Servius Tullius unregarded die Alone of thee, whom all the Roman Ladies, Even yet with tear-swollen eyes, and sorrowful souls Compassionate, as well he merited; To these lamenting dames what canst thou sing? Whose grief through all the Roman Temples ring. Lament Ladies lament Lament the Roman land, The King is fra thee hent, Was doughty on his hand, we'll gangn ito the Kirke, His dead corpses we'll embrace, And when we sea ha dean We all will cry alas. Fala la lero la Tararara room tar etc. This music mads me, I all mirth despise. To hear him sing draws rivers from his eyes. It pleaseth me, for since the Court is harsh, And looks askance on soldiers, let's be merry, Court Ladies, sing, drink, dance, and every man Get him a mistress, coach it in the Country, And taste the sweets of it, what thinks Valerius, Of Sceuolous last council? Why since we soldiers cannot prove, And grief it is to us therefore, Let every man get him a love, To trim her up, and fight no more. That we may taste of lovers bliss, Be merry and blithe, embrace and kiss, That Ladies may say, some more of this, That Ladies may say, some more of this. Since Court and Country both grow proud, And safety you delight to hear, we in the Country will us shroud, Where lives to please both eye and ear: The Nightingale sings jug, jug, jug, The little Lamb leaps after his dug, And the pretty milkmaids they look so smug, And the pretty milkmaids, etc. Come Scevola, shall we go and be idle?
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Let humor change and spare not, Since Tarquins proud I care not: His faire words so bewitch my delight, That I dote on his sight. Now all is gone new desires embraceing, And my deserts disgracing. Vpon my life he's either mad or loue-sicke, Oh can Valerius, but so late a states-man, Of whom the publique weale deseru'd so well Tune out his age in songs and Cansonets, Whose voyce should thunder conusell in the eares Of Tarquin, and proud Tullia? thinke Valerius What that proud woman Tullia is, twill put thee Quite out of tune. Now what is loue I pray thee tell, It is the fountaine and the well, Where pleasure and repentance dwell, It is perhaps the sansing bll, That rings all in to heauen or hell: And this is loue, and this is loue, as I heare tell. Now what is loue I pray you shew, A thing that creepes and cannot goe: A prise that passeth to and fro, A thing for me, a thing, for moe, And he that proues shall find it so, And this is loue, and this loue, sweet friends Valerius I shall quickly change thy cheere, And make thy passionate eyes lament with mine, Thinke how that worthy Prince our kinsman King Was butchered in the marble capitoll. Shall Seruius Tullius vnregarded die Alone of thee, whome all the Romaine Ladies, Euen yet with teare-swolne eyes, and sorrowful soules Compassionate, as well he merited; To these lamenting dames what canst thou sing? Whose greefe through all the Romaine Temples ring. Lament Ladies lament Lament the Roman land, The King is fra thee hent, Was doughtie on his hand, Weele gangn ito the Kirke, His dead corpes wele embrase, And when we sea ha dea We will cry alasse. Fala la lero la Tararara roun tarre &c. This musick mads me, I all mirth dispise. To heare him sing drawes riuers from his eyes. It pleaseth me, for since the Court is harsh, And lookes as kaunce on souldiers, lets be merry, Court Ladies, sing, drinke, dance, and euery man Get him a mistris, coach it in the Country, And tast the sweets of it, what thinks Valerius, Of Sceuolous last councell? Why since we souldiers cannot proue, And greefe it is to vs therefore, Let euery man get him a loue, To trim her vp, and fight no more. That we may tast of louers blisse, Be merry and blh, imbrace and kisse, That Ladies may say, some more of this, That Ladies may say, some more of this. Since Curt and Country both grow proud, And safety you delight to heare, Wee in the Country will vs shroud, VVhere liues to please both eye and eare: The Nightingale sings Iug, Iug, Iug, The little Lambe leaps after his dug, And the prety milke-maids they looke so sug, And the prety milke-maids, &c. Come Sceuola, shall we goe and beidle?