Markham, Gervase / Machin, Lewis · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the King's Revels T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.79 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Death of affection, if thou lov'st me, as thou sayest thou dost, Thou canst invent some means for our delight. The rather sith it ever hath been said, That walls of brass withstand not willing minds: And women when theyare prone make love admired: For acquaint endeavours, come instruct thy wit: And find some scale to our high height of bliss. Then briefly thus my Lord. To morrow doth the Senate sit to judge, Causes both criminal and of the stave; Where of necessity my husband's place, Must be filled by himself, because his tongue, Must gild his client's causes, Now if you please, All that self hour, when he is turmoiled, About those serious trifles, to vouchsafe To visit me, his absence and my care Shall give us liberty of more delight. You know my meaning, and I am ashamed My love should thus betray my modesty; But make the use according to your fancy. What hour assures his absence? Eight is the latest time. This kiss leave my faith with thee, farewell. thoust given me double glory from thy breath, Nothing shall lose me time but certain death. Truly Mistress Collaquintida, you are an excellent piece of sweet gall. Well sir, will you lead the way homeward? To your bed chamber mistress, or your privy lodging. Night clad in black mourns for the loss of day, And hides the silver spangles of the air, That not a spark is left to light the world, Whilst quiet sleep the nourisher of life Takes full possession on mortality. All creatures take their rest in soft repose Save malcontents, and we accursed lovers, Whose thoughts perturbed, makes us passions slave: And robs us of the juice of happiness. Dear Mariana, shaped in an angel's mould, Thou thrall'st my senses, and inflam'st my blood, Love, power, by wisdom cannot be withstood. But see the morning star breaks from the East, To tell the world her great eye is awaked To take his journey to the Western vales: And now the court begins to rise with him. There goes the physician, the waiting maid, And a fine strait legged Gentleman usher, The preface to a kirtle all puff past. One that writes sonnets in his Lady's praise, And hides her crimes with flattering poesy. But peace amazement, see the day of life, Nature's best work, the world's chief paragon. Madame one word. I; so now farewell. You do mistake me. That yourself can tell, You asked me one word, which I gave, said I, A word of least use in a virgin's breath, Urge not my patience then with fond reply. Dear Lady lend an ear unto my voice Sith each were made for others happiness: My tongue's not oiled with courtly flatter, Nor can I paint my passions to the life; But by that power which shaped this heavenly form, I am your bondslave, forced by loves command, Then let soft pity with such beauty dwell. Madam I love you.
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Death of affection, if thou lou'st me, as thou saiest thou dost, Thou canst inuent some meanes for our delight. The rather sith it euer hath beene said, That walles of brasse withstand not willing mindes: And women when th'are prone make loue admir'd: For quaint indeuours, come instruct thy wit: And finde some scale to our hie hight of blisse. Then breefly thus my Lord. To morrow doth the Senate sit to iudge, Causes both criminall and of the stave; Where of necessity my husbands place, Must be fild by himselfe, because his tongue, Must guild his clients causes, Now if you please, All that selfe houre, when he is turmoil'd, About those serious trifles, to vouchsafe To visit me, his absence and my care Shall giue vs libertie of more delight. You know my meaning, and I am asham'd My loue should thus betray my modesty; But make the vse according to your fancy. What houre assures his absence? Eight is the latest time. This kisse leaue my faith with thee, farewell. Th'ast giuen me double glory from thy breath, Nothing shall lose me time but certaine death. Truely Mistresse Collaquintida, you are an excellent peece of sweet gall. Well sir, will you lead the way homeward? To your bed chamber mistresse, or your priuie lodging. Night clad in blacke mournes for the losse of day, And hides the siluer spangles of the aire, That not a sparke is left to light the world, Whil'st quiet sleep the nourisher of life Takes full possession on mortality. All creatures take their rest in soft repose Saue malecontents, and we accursed louers, Whose thoughts perturbed, makes vs passions slaue: And robs vs of the iuice of happinesse. Deere Mariana, shapt in an Angels mould, Thou thral'st my senses, and inflam'st my blood, Loue, power, by wisedome cannot bee withstood. But see the morning starre breakes from the East, To tell the world her great eie is awak't To take his iourney to the westerne vales: And now the court begins to rise with him. There goes the Physitian, the waiting maid, And a fine straight leg'd Gentleman Vsher, The preface to a kirtill all puffe past. One that writes sonnets in his Ladies praise, And hides her crimes with flattering poesie. But peace amazement, see the day of life, Natures best worke, the worlds chiefe paragon. Madame one word. I; so now farewell. You do mistake me. That your selfe can tell, You ask't me one word, which I gaue, said I, A word of least vse in a virgins breath, Vrge not my patience then with fond reply. Deere Lady lend an eare vnto my voice Sith each were made for others happines: My tong's not oild with courtly flatterings, Nor can I paint my passions to the life; But by that power which shapt this heauenly forme, I am your bond-slaue, forc'd by loues command, Then let soft pitty with such beauty dwell. Madame I loue you.