Markham, Gervase / Machin, Lewis · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
As I am a virgin so do i But madam whom? Myself, no Lady better. But will you love me? No by my chastity. I hope you do but jest. Nay i'll keep mine oath, Men shall abandon pride and jealousy Ere i'll be bound to their captivity, They shall live continent, and leave to range, But men like to the moon, each month must change. Yet we must seek that nought their sight displeases, And mix our wedlock sweets with loathed diseases: When we consume ourselves and our best beauty, All our reward is why, 'twas but our duty. judge not so hard of all for some offenders; For you are subject to the self same crimes, Of men and women always have been had Some good of each. But for the most part bad: Therefore i'll have none at all but die a perfect maid. That humour like a flower soon will fade, Once did mine own thoughts sing to that delight, Till love and you reformed my barbarousness: Therefore dear Lady, pity my wounded heart. A Surgeon here for this love-wounded man. How deep's your ulcerd orifice, I pray you tell? Quite thorough my heart. 'tis strange and look so well; Yet Ladies eyes have power to murder men, And with one smile to make them whole again. Achilles' lance to a hair, but do you love me prince? Dearer than my soul. Would I could love you. Madam so you may. As yet I cannot, therefore let me go. O do not leave me, grant me but one request, And here I vow by that divinest power, The salt-seas glorious issue, whose bright sphere Rules my sick heart, and knows my chaste intent, That if you please t'impose on me that task Which neither men nor monster can achieve, Which even Angels have a dread to touch, Deeds which outstretch all possibility, 'Sfoot more than can be thought, and i'll effect, Or else i'll perish in th'accomplishment. Let your request fit virgin modesty, And you obey your vow, I am content To give your thoughts contented happiness, 'tis but a kiss I ask, a minute's joy. Now Cupid help thee, is thy grief for this, Keep thy strong vow, & freely take a kiss. I have obtained my heaven, and in this touch, I feel the breath of all deliciousness: Then freely give the sentence of my work, Muster up all the engines of your wit, Teach Juno rules beyond maliciousness, What ear it be, i'll die but i'll perform it. Thou shalt not kill thyself, nor fight with monsters, Nor bring the great Turk's beard to show thy zeal: Thy life thou shalt not hazard for my love, Nor will I tie thee to an endless task, But even with ease, and gentle wrangled knots, Thou shalt untwind thy clew of miseries, Let it have passage, madame give me my doom.
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As I am a virgin so do I. But Madame whom? My selfe, no Lady better. But will you loue me? No by my chastity. I hope you do but iest. Nay ile keep mine oath, Men shall abandon pride and iealousie Ere ile be bound to their captiuity, They shall liue continent, and leaue to range, But men like to the moone, each month must change. Yet we must seeke that naught their sight displeases, And mixe our wedlock sweetes with loathd diseases: When we consume our selues and our best beauty, All our reward is why, t'was but our duty. Iudge not so hard of all for some offendors; For you are subiect to the selfe same crimes, Of men and women alwaies haue bene had Some good of each. But for the most part bad: Therefore ile haue none at all but die a perfit maide. That humour like a flower soone will fade, Once did mine owne thoughts sing to that delight, Till loue and you reformd my barbarousnesse: Therefore deere Lady, pitty my wounded heart. A Surgeon here for this loue-wounded man. How deep's your vlcerd orifice, I pray you tell? Quite thorow my heart. T'is strange and looke so well; Yet Ladies eies haue power to murder men, And with one smile to make them whole agen. Achilles launce to a haire, but doe you loue me prince? Deerer then my soule. Would I could loue you. Madame so you may. As yet I cannot, therefore let me goe. O do not leaue me, grant me but one request, And here I vow by that diuinest power, The salt-seas glorious issue, whose bright spheare Rules my sick heart, and knowes my chast intent, That if you please t'impose on me that taske Which neither men nor monster can atchieue, Which euen Angels haue a dread to touch, Deedes which outstretch all possibility, S'foot more then can be thought, and i'le effect, Or else i'le perish in th'accomplishment. Let your request fit virgin modesty, And you obey your vow, I am content To giue your thoughts contented happinesse, T'is but a kisse I aske, a minutes ioy. Now Cupid help thee, is thy griefe for this, Keep thy strong vow, & freely take a kisse. I haue obtaind my heauen, and in this touch, I feele the breath of all delitiousnesse: Then freely giue the sentence of my worke, Muster vp all the engins of your wit, Teach Iuno rules beyond malitiousnesse, What eare it be, i'le die but i'le performe it. Thou shalt not kil thy selfe, nor fight with monsters, Nor bring the great Turkes berd to shew thy zeale: Thy life thou shalt not hazard for my loue, Nor will I tie thee to an endlesse taske, But euen with ease, and gentle rangled knots, Thou shalt vntwind thy clew of miseries, Let it haue passage, madame giue me my doome.