Anonymous · published 1609 · first performed or written 1607 [1599-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Shall I? by my troth I shall be beholding to you then. Now to ye all, be firmaments to stars, Be stars to Firmaments, and as you are Splendent, so be fixed, not wandering, nor Irregular, both keeping course together, Shine not in pride, and gorgeous attire, When clouds do fail, the pole where thou art fixed. Obey, cherish, honour, be kind enough, But let them wear no changeable stuff, Keep them, as shall become your state, Comely, and to creep ere they go. Let them partake your joys, and weep with you, Curl not the snarls that dwell upon these brows, In all things be you kind of all enough, But let them wear no changeable stuff. Fore God a mad spirit. Will ye believe, what such a biscuit brained fellow as this says? he has a mouth like a double cannon, the report will be heard all o'er the town. I warrant he ran mad for love, because no good face could endure the sight of him, and ever since he rails against women like a hot shot. Nay, nay, we must have all friends. jarring discords are no marriage music, Throw not Hymen in a cuckstoole, dimple Your furrowed brows, since all but mirth was meant, Let us not then conclude in discontent. Say, shall we all in friendly strain Measure our paces to bedward? Will Terentia follow? If Tully be her Leader. Good bloods, good spirits, let me answer for all, none speak but mine Host, he has his polls and his aedypols, his times and his tricks, his quirks and his quilits, and his demise and dimensions, God bless thee Noble Caesar, and all these brave spirits, I am Host of the Hobby, Cornutus is my neighbour: Graccus a mad spirit, Accutus is my friend, Sir Scillicet is my guest, all mad comrades of the true seed of troy, that love juice of Grapes: we are all true friends, merry hearts live long, let the Pipers strike up i'll dance my cinquepace, cut a loft my brave capers, whirl about my toe, do my tricks above ground, i'll kiss my sweet hostess, make a courtesy to thy grace, God bless thy Majesty, and the Mouse shall be dun. Come wife, will you dance? I'll not dance I, must you come to the Court to have horns set on your head? I could have done that at home. I, I, be ruled at this time, what, for one merry day we'll find a whole moon at midsummer. Gentles, we thank ye all, the night hath spent his youth, and drowsy Morpheus bids us battle, We will defy him still, we'll keep him out While we have power to do it, sound your loudest noise, Set forward to our chamber. Advance your light. Good rest to all. God give your grace God night.
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Shall I? by my troth I ſhall be beholding to you then. Now to ye all, be firmaments to ſtars, Be ſtars to Firmaments, and as you are Splendent, ſo be fixed, not wandring, nor Irregular, both keeping courſe together, Shine not in pride, and gorgeous attire, When clouds doe faile, the pole where thou art fixt. Obey, cheriſh, honor, be kinde enough, But let them weare no changeable ſtuffe, Keepe them, as ſhall become your ſtate, Comely, and to creepe ere they goe. Let them partake your ioyes, and weep with you, Curle not the ſnarles that dwel vpon theſe browes, In all things be you kinde of all enough, But let them weare no changeable ſtuffe. Fore God a mad ſpirit. Will ye beleeue, what ſuch a bisket brain'd fellow as this ſaies? he has a mouth like a double cannon, the report will be heard all ore the towne. I warrant he ranne mad for loue, becauſe no good face could endure the ſight of him, and euer ſince he railes againſt women like a whot ſhot. Nay, nay, we muſt haue all friendes. Iarring diſcords are no marriage muſick, Throw not Hymen in a cuckſtoole, dimple Your furrowed browes, ſince all but mirth was ment, Let vs not then conclude in diſcontent. Say, ſhall we all in friendly ſtraine Meaſure our paces to bed-ward? Will Terentia follow? If Tully be her Leader. Good bloods, good ſpirits, let me anſwere for all, none ſpeake but mine Hoſt, hee has his pols and his aedypols, his times and his tricks, his quirkes and his quilits, and his demiſe and dementions, God bleſſe thee Noble Caeſar, and all theſe braue ſpirits, I am Hoſt of the Hobby, Cornutus is my neighbour: Graccus a mad ſpirit, Accutus is my friend, Sir Scillicet is my gueſt, al mad comrades of the true ſeed of troy, that loue iuice of Grapes: we are all true friends, merrie harts liue long, let the Pipers ſtrike vp ile daunce my cinquepace, cut a loft my braue capers, whirle about my toe, doe my tricks aboue groūd, ile kiſſe my ſweet hoſteſſe, make a curteſie to thy grace, God bleſſe thy Maieſtie, and the Mouſe ſhall be dun. Come wife, will you dance? Ile not daunce I, muſt you come to the Court to haue hornes ſet on your head? I could haue done that at home. I, I, be rulde at this time, what, for one merrie day wele finde a whole moone at mid-ſommer. Gentles, wee thanke yee all, the night hath ſpent his youth, and drowſie Morpheus bids vs battell, We will defie him ſtill, weele keepe him out While we haue power to doe it, ſound your lowdeſt noiſe, Set forward to our chamber. Aduance your light. Good reſt to all. God giue your grace God night.