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 0.83 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
What is the reason you not love her now, And were so passionate in love before? Not that I love her less, but rather more, Run I this backward course; only my vow, Sith unperformed craves satisfaction; Which thus I reconcile, when this fair maid, Shall with as strong a love, as firm a zeal, A Faith as constant, and a shame as strong, Requited my care, and show as ample proof In mine extremes, as I have in her death, Then will I love, enjoy and honour her. Till when, I will not think a loving thought; Or give the easy temper of my mind To lovesick passion, or deliciousness. Only with those which do adore the sun, I'll give her all respect and reverence, I am well pleased, and with a doubtful foe, You have good reason thus to capitulate, Then hang your colours forth, extend your thought Muster your strongest powers, of strictest wit, And when your reasons best artilleries bend Love not my love, if it be not excellent. I have not seen a war breed better wit, Or passion draw on more delightfulness: Proceed in your contention, for we boast, That love is best, which is approved most. But now to revels, since our tragic scene Is turned to comic mirthful constancy; In stead of mourning we will dance and banquet And fill our empty veins with all delights: For oft we find that storms and sorrows prove The best forerunners of a happy love. He will, but he will not, loves but cannot like, Will and affection in this Prince are like Two buckets which do never both ascend: Or those star twins which shine not in one sphere. O Philoceles, I see thy soul grows fat, And feeds upon the glories of my same; But I'll forestall thine epileptic fits; And by my plots breed thy destruction. Revenge now rules as soveragine of my blood, And others ruins shall advance my good. Which once attained to, I will prove ambitious, Great men like Gods, are near thought-vicious. Now Philocles stand fast, King guard thy crown, For by this brain, you both shall tumble down. This is his chamber, let's enter, here's his clerk. Fondling, said he, since I have hemmed thee here, Within the circuit of this ivory pale. I pray you sir help us to the speech of your master. I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer: He is very busy in his study. Feed where thou wilt, in mountain or on dale. Stay a while he will come out anon. Graze on my lips, and when those mounts are dry, Stray lower where the pleasant fountains lie. Go thy way thou best book in the world. I pray you sir, what book do you read? A book that never an orator's clerk in this kingdom but is beholden unto; it is called maids philosophy, or Venus and Adonis: look you gentlemen, I have divers other pretty books.
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What is the reason you not loue her now, And were so passionate in loue before? Not that I loue her lesse, but rather more, Run I this backward course; onely my vow, Sith vnperform'd craues satisfaction; Which thus I reconcile, when this faire maide, Shall with as strong a loue, as firme a zeale, A Faith as constant, and a shame as strong, Requit my care, and shew as ample proofe In mine extreames, as I haue in her death, Then will I loue, enioy and honour her. Till when, I will not think a louing thought; Or giue the easie temper of my minde To loue-sicke passion, or delitiousnesse. Onely with those which do adore the sunne, I'le giue her all respect and reuerence, I am well pleas'd, and with a doubtfull foe, You haue good reason thus to capitulate, Then hang your colours forth, extēd your thought Muster your strongest powers, of stricktest wit, And when your reasons best artilleries bent Loue not my loue, if it be not excellent. I haue not seene a warre breed better wit, Or passion draw on more delightfulnesse: Proceed in your contention, for we boast, That loue is best, which is approued most. But now to reuels, since our tragicke sceane Is turnd to comicke mirthfull constancie; In stead of mourning we will daunce and banquet And fill our emptie veines with all delights: For oft we find that stormes and sorrowes proue The best forerunners of a happy loue. He will, but he will not, loues but cannot like, Will and affection in this Prince are like Two buckets which do neuer both ascend: Or those star twins which shine not in one spheare. O Philoceles, I see thy soule growes fat, And feeds vpon the glories of my same; But I'le forestall thine Epileptique fits; And by my plots breed thy destruction. Reuenge now rules as soueragine of my bloud, And others ruines shall aduance my good. VVhich once attaind to, I will proue ambitious, Great men like Gods, are nere thought-vitious. Now Philocles stand fast, King guard thy crowne, For by this braine, you both shall tumble downe. This is his chamber, lets enter, heeres his clarke. Fondling, said he, since I haue hem'd thee heere, VVithin the circuit of this Iuory pale. I pray you sir help vs to the speech of your master. Ile be a parke, and thou shalt be my Deere: He is very busie in his study. Feed where thou wilt, in mountaine or on dale. Stay a while he will come out anon. Graze on my lips, and when those mounts are drie, Stray lower where the pleasant fountaines lie. Go thy way thou best booke in the world. I pray you sir, what booke doe you read? A book that neuer an Orators clarke in this kingdome but is beholden vnto; it is called maides philosophie, or Venus and Adonis: Looke you gentlemen, I haue diuers other pretty bookes.