Fletcher, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1609] (Annals) pastoral; tragicomedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
By yonder moon, but that I here do stand, Whose breath hath thus reformed thee, and whose hand, Let thee down dry, and plucked thee up thus wet, I should myself take thee for Amoret, Thou art in clothes, in feature, voice and hew So like, that sense can not distinguish you. Then this deceit which cannot crossed be, At once shall lose her him, and gain thee me. Hither she needs must come, by promise made, And sure his nature never was so bad, To bid a virgin meet him in the wood, When night and fear are up, but understood, 'twas his part to come first: being come, I'll say My constant love made me come first and stay, Then will I lead him further to the grove, But stay you here, and if his own true love shall seek him here, set her in some wrong path, Which say her lover lately trodden hath: I'll not be far from hence, if need there be Here is another charm, whose power will free The dazzled sense read by the moon beams clear, And in my one true shape make me appear. Stand close, here's Perigot, whose constant heart, Longs to behold her, in whose shape thou art. This is the place (fair Amoret) the hour Is yet scarce come, here every sylvan power Delights to be, about yon sacred well, Which they have blessed with many a powerful spell, For never travailer in dead of night, Nor strayed beasts have fallen in, but when fight, Hath failed them, then their right way they have found, By help of them, so holy is the ground, But I will farther seek, lest Amoret Should be first come and so stray long unmet. My Amoret, Amoret! Perigot! Per My love! Amarill. I come my love. Now she hath got Her own desires, and I shall gainer be Of my long looked for hopes aswell as she; How bright the moon shines here, as if she strove To show her glory in this little grove To some new loved Shepherd: yonder is Another Amoret: where differs this From that, but that she Perigot hath met, I should have ta'en this for the counterfeit: Herbs, woods, and springs, the power that in you lies, If mortal men could know your properties. methinks it is not night, I have no fear, Walking this wood of Lion, or of Bear, Whose names at other times, have made me quake, When any shepherdess in her tale spoke, Of some of them, that underneath a wood Have torn true lovers that together stood. methinks there are no goblins, and men's talk, That in these woods the nimble Fairy's walk, Are fables, such a strong heart I have got, Because I come to meet with Perigot, My Perigot, whose's that my Perigot? Fair Maid. Ay me thou art not Perigot.
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By yonder moone, but that I heere do stand, Whose breath hath thus reformd thee, and whose hand, Let thee downe dry, and pluckt thee vp thus wet, I should my selfe take thee for Amoret, Thou art in clothes, in feature, voice and hew So like, that sence can not distinguish you. Then this deceit which cannot crossed be, At once shall loose her him, and gaine thee me. Hether she needes must come, by promise made, And sure his nature neuer was so bad, To bid a virgin meete him in the wood, When night and feare are vp, but vnderstood, T'was his part to come first: being come, Ile say My constant loue made me come first and stay, Then will I leade him further to the groue, But stay you here, and if his owne true loue shall seeke him heere, set her in some wrong path, Which say her louer lately troden hath: Ile not be farre from hence, if neede there bee Heere is another charme, whose power will free The dazeled sence read by the moone beames cleare, And in my one true shape make me appeare. Stand close, heeee's Perigot, whose constant heart, Longs to behold her, in whose shape thou art. This is the place (faire Amoret) the houre Is yet scarce come, heere euery siluane power Delights to be, about yo sacred well, Which they haue blest with many a powerfull spell, For neuer trauailer in dead of night, Nor straied beasts haue falne in, but when ight, Hath faild them, then their right way they haue found, By helpe of them, so holy is the ground, But I will farther seeke, least Amoret Should be first come and so stray long vnmet. My Amoret, Amoret! Perigot! Per My loue! Aarill. I come my loue. Now she hath got Her owne desires, and I shall gainer be Of my long lookt for hopes aswel as she; How bright the moone shines heere, as if she stroue To show her glory in this little groue To some new loued Shepheard: yonder is Another Amoret: where differs this From that, but that she Perigot hath met, I should haue tane this for the counterfeit: Hearbs, woods, and springs, the power that in you lies, If mortall men could know your properties. Me thinkes it is not night, I haue no feare, Walking this wood of Lyon, or of Beare, Whose names at other times, haue made me quake, When any shepheardesse in her tale spake, Of some of them, that vnderneath a wood Haue torne true louers that together stood. Me thinkes there are no goblins, and mens talke, That in these woods the nimble Faieries walke, Are fables, such a strong hart I haue got, Because I come to meete with Perigot, My Perigot, whose that my Perigot? Faire Maid. Ay me thou art not Perigot.