Anonymous · published 1609 · first performed or written 1607 [1599-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.78 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
God buy ye, Gods so, I have forgot wherefore I came: a word ere you go, the party ye wot on commends him unto ye, he that met the other party in the white felt, the yellow scarf, and the round Venetian, when the other party kissed you, and I broke the jest on him: when he said, kisses kindeles Coals, and love searches. Oh! I remember him, yes faith, he's pretty well set: he has the right trick with the tongue in his kiss, and he dances reasonably comely, but he falls heavy. He savours of a kind of Gallant, but not of a Courtier. Well, we'll have a night on't, god be with ye Gossip. God buy ye. Not yours nor her own Terentia, yours in modesty Flavia, See Tully what an active passive love hath played, I love, and am again beloved, but at the shrine Where I do offer up my Cordial sacrifice, I am returned with peremptory scorn, And where I stand but as a gazer, Viewing all alike, I am pursued With violent passions a speaking eye Binds favours, and now discovering lines, Thy counsel now dear friend, for at Thy direction stands my thrall or freedom. Oh my Lord, affection is unlimited, Daring all dangers, having nor type nor figure, but beyond all art, Then tie not that (great Lord) to Tully's awe, Fancy forswears all reason, love all law. How well thy power can shun, that which I follow with obedience, too true i'faith, Thou mightst as well put out the eye of day, Or cover sin from heaven, or to erect A tower of sand, on the uncertain surge, Or any thing that were more inficient, Then to remove one doting thought of mine From her disdain, thy aid dear Tully. Be thou an Orratour for Lentulus, My tongue stands tuned to a harsher method, Breath in her ears those Organs of receipt, A quintessence distilled of honey words, And charm with a beguiling lullaby, Her free consent to thine and my request. Which done, that's done, which is my sole delight, Which done, that's done, that I can never quite. All which to me are problematique mines, Obscured enigmas, and to my studies Incognite language: yet if my powers, Have power to cloath my tongue in love, I'll be a Lover, and in love so plead, As if that Tully loved Terentia. Thanks sweet Cicero, this day we dine with old Flamivius, The forward Father of my Awkward love. His willing mind doth strive to make the peace, Betwixt our discord thoughts: his free consent Is given to Lentulus, there Tully taketh on hold, And when a Sun of thy intent shines fair, On set loves for't, with politic assaults, And conquer conquest in obtaining that, Where victors are repulsed: but see, Our talk hath overta'en our way, see old Flaminius Comes to welcome us, With him a look, look the bright orient verge, At the uprising of Aurora's shine.
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God buy ye, Gods ſo, I haue forgot wherefore I came: a word ere you goe, the partie yee wott on commendes him vnto ye, he that met the other party in the white felt, the yellowe ſcarfe, and the round Venetian, when the other party kiſt you, and I broake the ieſt on him: when hee ſaide, kiſſes kindeles Coales, and loue ſearches. Oh! I remember him, yes faith, hee's prettie well ſet: hee ha's the right tricke with the tongue in his kiſſe, and hee dances reaſonably comely, but he fals heauie. He ſauours of a kinde of Gallant, but not of a Courtyer. Well, weele haue a night ont, god be with ye Goſſip. God buy ye. Not yours nor her owne Terentia, your's in modeſtie Flauia, See Tulley what an actiue paſſiue loue hath plaide, I loue, and am againe beloued, but at the ſhrine Where I doe offer vp my Cordiall ſacrifice, I am returnd with peremptorie ſcorne, And where I ſtand but as a gazer, Viewing all alike, I am purſude With violent paſſions a ſpeaking eye Bindes fauours, and now diſcouering lines, Thy counſell now deere friend, for at Thy direction ſtands my thrall or freedome. Oh my Lord, affection is vnlimited, Daring all dangers, hauing nor tipe nor figure, but beyond all arte, Then tye not that (great Lord) to Tullies awe, Fancy forſweares all reaſon, loue all lawe. How well thy power can ſhun, that which I followe with obedience, too true yfaith, Thou mightſt as well put out the eie of day, Or couer ſinne from heauen, or to erect A towre of ſand, on the vncertaine ſurge, Or any thing that were more inficient, Then to remooue one doting thought of mine From her diſdaine, thy aide deere Tulley. Be thou an Orratour for Lentulus, My tongue ſtands tund to a harſher method, Breath in her eares thoſe Organs of receite, A quinteſſence diſtild of honny words, And charme with a beguiling lullabye, Her free conſent to thine and my requeſt. Which done, that's done, which is my ſole delight, Which done, that's done, that I can neuer quite. All which to me are problematique mines, Obſcurde enigmaes, and to my ſtudies Incognite language: yet if my powers, Haue power to cloath my tongue in loue, Ile be a Louer, and in loue ſo pleade, As if that Tully loued Terentia. Thankes ſweete Cicero, this day wee dine with olde Flamiuius, The forward Father of my Aukeward loue. His willing minde doth ſtriue to make the peace, Betwixt our diſcord thoughts: his free conſent Is giuen to Lentulus, there Tulley taketh on holde, And when a Sunne of thy intent ſhines fayre, On ſet loues fort, with polliticke aſſaults, And conquer conqueſt in obtaining that, Where victors are repulſt: but ſee, Our talke hath ouer-tane our way, ſee olde Flaminius Comes to welcome vs, With him a looke, looke the bright orient verge, At the vpriſing of Auroraes ſhine.