Fletcher, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1609] (Annals) pastoral; tragicomedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.81 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
To make him bold, rather than none at all, I'll try him, his heart, and my behaviour to Perhaps may teach him, what he ought to do. This was the place, 'twas but my feeble sight, Mixed with the horror of my deed, an night, That shaped these fears and made me run away, And lose my Beauteous hardly gotten Pray, Speak Gentle shepherdess I am alone, And tender love, for love, but she is gone, From me, that having struck her lover dead: For filly fear left her alone and fled: And see the wounded Body is Removed. By her of whom it was so well beloved. But all theise fancies must be quite for got, I must lie close here comes young Perigot, with subtle Amarillis in the shape, Of Amoret pray love he may not scape. Beloved Perigot, show me some place, Where I may rest my Limbs, weak with the Chase Of thee an hour before thou cam'st at least Beshrew my Tardy steps, here shalt thou rest Upon this holy bank no deadly snake, Upon this Turf herself in folds doth make, Here is no poison, for the Toads to feed. Here boldly spread thy hands, no venomed weed, Dares blister them, No sly my snail dare creep, Over thy face when thou art fast asleep, Here never durst the babbling cuckoo spit. No slough of falling Star did ever hit. Upon this Bank let this thy Cabin be. This other set with violets for me. Thou dost not loue me Perigot? Fair maid You only live to hear it often said; You do not doubt, Believe me, but I do. What shall we now begin again to woe, 'tis the best way to make your lover last, To play with him, when you have caught him fast, By I an I swear, beloved Perigot, And by you Moon, I think thou lovest me not. By Pan I swear and if I falsely swear: Let him not guard my flocks, let Foxes tear, My earliest lambs, and wolves whilst I do steep Fall one the rest a Rot among my sheep, I love the better, than the careful Ewe, The new yeaned lamb that is of her own hue, I dote upon thee more than that young lamb. Doth on the Bag, that feeds him from his dam. Were there a sort of wolves got in my fold, And one Ran after thee both young and old, Should be devoured, and it should be my strife, To save thee, whom I love above, my life, how should I trust thee when I see thee choose Another bed, and dost my side refuse, 'twas only that the chaste thoughts, might be shown, Twixt thee and me, although we were alone, Come Perigot will show his power that he Can make his Amoret, though she weary be, Rise nimbly from her Couch and come to his. Here take thy Amoret embrace, and Kiss:
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To make him bolde, rather then none at all, Ile try him, his heart, and my behauiour to Perhapes may teach him, what he ought to doe. This was the place, twas but my feeble sight, Mixt with the horror of my deed, an night, That shapt theise feares and made me run away, And loose my Beautious hardly gotten Pray, Speake Gentle Sheappardess I am alone, And tender loue, for loue, but shee is gone, From me, that hauing struke her louer dead: For filly feare left her a lone and fled: And see the wounded Body is Remoued. By her of whome it was so well beloued. But all theise fancies must be quite for got, I must lye close heere comes younge Perigott, with subtill Amarillis in the shape, Of Amoret pray loue hee may not scape. Beloued Perigot, show mee some place, Where I may rest my Libes, weake with the Chace Of thee an hower before thou cam'st at least Beshrewe my Tardy stepps, here shalt thou rest Vppon this holy bancke no deadly snake, Vppon this Turffe her selfe in foulds doth make, Here is no poyson, for the Toad to feed. Hre oldly spread thy handes, no venomd weed, Dares blister them, No sly my snaile dare creepe, Ouer thy face when thou art fast a sleepe, Here neuer durst the bablinge Cuckoe spitt. No slough off ing Starr did euer hitt. Vppon this Bancke let this thy Cabin bee. This other set with violets for mee. Thou dost not lone mee Perigot? Faire mayde You onely lue to heare it often sayd; You do nt oubt, Beleeue mee, but I doe. What shall wee now begin againe to woe, Tis the best way to make your louer last, To play with him, when you haue caught him fast, By I an I sweare, beloued Perigot, And by you Moone, I thincke thou louest me not. By Pan I sweare and if I falcely sweare: Let him not guard my flockes, let Foxes teare, My Earelyest lambes, and wolues whilst I doe steepe Fall one the rest a Rott amonge my sheepe, I loue the better, then the carefull Ewe, The new yeand lambe that is of her owne hew, I dote vppon thee more ten that young lmbe. Doth on the Bagg, that feedes him from his dam. Wre there a sort of wolues got in my fould, And one Rann after thee both young and ould, Should be deuour'd, and it should bee my strife, To saue thee, whom I loue aboue, my life, Howe should I trust thee when I see thee chuse Another bedd, and dost my side refuse, Twas only that the chast thoughts, might bee showen, Twxt thee and mee, although we were alone, Come Perigot will show his power that hee Can make his Amoret, though she weary bee, Rise nimbly from her Couch and come to his. Here take thy Amoret imbrace, and Kisse: