Mason, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1607 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 457 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Wrong: heavens know I meant to have done her as much right as could have been done to one of her sex. Death hath not changed her form: see her face, You may discern her by her character. She bears the image of Timoclea Wife unto Borgias. Soul of delusion, in this very shape The ghost of Iulia was presented unto me. Amazement and the giddy thought of fear Run an unsteady circuit through my brain: Thy fear and trembling doth proclaim thy guilt. Alas Sir my shaking proceeds of a standing ague I have had this two hours. The time importunates and craves sudden counsel. Guard cease him safe, some bear this body hence, we'll unto Borgias chamber, him we'll wake, Acquaint him with the ground of our suspicion: Mean time be safe in me: nor love nor life Shall turn mine honours current: I'll be your guard: This hand seems your person, or my sword Shall in the traitors heart make good my word. IF thou be'st human, then forsake thy suit Your words are strange to me: my virgin ears near knew such sound: desist I will not bow. We lose all pleasure that we do not know Then like Pandora view those heavenly gifts. The Gods have decked thee with: See but thyself And taste more pleasure from thy proper good Then from the full horn of the Protean flood: Elysium is in thee, and I implore— Syrens have left the Sea and sing on shore. Could I outsing those Syrens Iulia, Or were my voice as tuneful as that harp That now vies music with the harmonious orbs, To which each learned Sister nailed a star, Thou mightst with safety hear me: thy uncles love Cold as the white head of the Apennine feels not my fire: ambition of rule turns all the heat is left in him to incest. If thy warm blood (that dallies in thy veins, And through thy flesh like wanton rivulets' plays) Desires with Nile to rise above her banks, And vent in pleasure on the neighbouring plains; A carpet richer than the breast of Tempe, Or Tagus yellow channel, shall be spread And priest with Julia's weight. Nor the blue Sea-god when in storms he treads On pearls as Orient as the rising East, For which the toiling Negro dives in vain, Are boasted of such wealth: thy bed as soft As down feathers plucked from Leda's swans, Shall yield unto thy dalliance, A hundred boys like winged Cherubins As fair as Psyche's love shall— Enough, too much: I am not fit for pleasure Or if I were thy Mermaid eloquence Sounds harsher in my ears then Silla's dogs Unto the frighted Seaman. Lady. Heathen profane.
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Wrong: heauens knowe I meant to haue done her a much right as could haue bene done to one of her sexe. Death hath not changd her forme: see her face, You may discerne her by her character. She beares the image of Timocl Wife hnto Borgias. Soule of delusion, in this very shape The ghost of Iulia was presented vnto me. Amazement and the giddy thought of feare Run an vnsteady circuit through my braine: Thy feare and trembling doth proclaime thy guilt. Alas Sir my shaking proceedes of a standing ague I haue had this two houres. The time importunates and craues suddaine counsell. Guard ceaze him safe, some beare this body hence, Wee'le vnto Borgias chamber, him wee'le wake, Acquaint him with the ground of our suspition: Meane time be safe in me: nor loue nor life Shall turne mine honors current: Ile be your guard: This hand seemes your person, or my sword Shall in the Traytours heart make good my word. IF thou beest humane, then forsake thy sute Your words are strange to me: my virgin eares Nere knew such sound: desist I will not bowe. We loose all pleasure that we do not knowe Then like Pandora view those heauenly guifts. The Gods haue deckt thee with: See but thy selfe And taste more pleasure from thy proper good Then from the full horne of the Protean floud: Elisium is in thee, and I implore— Syrens haue left the Sea and sing on shore. Could I out-ing those Syrens Iulia, Or were my voyce as tunefull as that harpe That now vies musicke with the harmonious orbes, To which each learned Sister naild a star, Thou mightst with safety heare me: thy Vncles loue Cold as the white head of the Apennine feeles not my fire: ambition of rule Tunes al the heate is left in him to incest. If thy warme blood (that dallies in thy vaines, And through thy flesh like wanton riuiles plaies) Desires with Nyle to rise aboue her bankes, And vent in pleasure on the neighbouring plaines; A carpet richer then the breast of Tempe, Or Tagus yellow channell, shall be spread And prst with Iulias weight. Nor the blew Sea-god when in stormes he treads On peales as Orient as the rysing East, For which the toyling Negro diues in vaine, Are boasted of such wealth: thy bed as oft As downe feathers pluckt from Ledas swannes, Shall yeeld vnto thy dalliance, A hundred boyes like winged Cherubins As faire as Psiches loue shall— Enough, too much: I am not fit for pleasure Or if I were thy Mermaid eloquence Sounds harsher in my eares then Sillas dogs Vnto the frighted Sea-man. Lady. Heathen prophane.