Barry, Lording · published 1611 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1610(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
How powerful are their words whom we affect, Small force shall need, to win the strongest for't, If to his state the Captain be perfidious, I must entreat you licence my depart For some few hours. Choose what you will of time, There lies your way. I will entreat her, stay. Did you call sir. No. Then fare you well. Who 'gins to love, needs not a second Hell. Adriana, makes a no stay. Mistress. I prithee see if he have left the house, Peep close, see, but be not seen: is a gone. No, has made a stand. I prithee keep close. Nay, keep you close you'd best. What does he now? Now a retires. O you much partial gods! Why gave you men affections, and not a power To govern them? what I by fate should shun, I most affect, a widow, a widow. Blows the wind there. A ha, he's in i'faith, you'ave drawn him now within your purlieus mistress. Tut I will not love, my rational And better parts shall conquer blind affections, Let passion children, or weak women sway, My love shall to my judgement still obey. What does he now? he's gone. Gone Adriana. 'a went his way, and never looked behind him. Sure he's taken. A little singed or so, Each thing must have beginning, men must prepare Before they can come on, and show their loves In pleasing sort: the man will do in time, For love good Mistress is much like to wax, The more 'tis rubbed, it sticks the faster too, Or like a bird in bird-lime, or a pitfall, The more a labours, still the deeper in. Come, thou must help me now, I have a trick To second this beginning, and in the nick, To strike it dead i'faith, women must woe, When men forget what Nature leads them too. Chaste Phoebe, splende; there's that left yet, Next to my book, Claro micante Auro, I that's the soul of law: that's it, that's it, For which the buckram bag must trudge all weathers: Though scarcely filled with one poor replication, How happy are we that we joy the law, So freely as we do; not bought and sold, But clearly given, without all base extorting, Taking but bare ten Angels for a fee, Or upward: to this renowned estate, Have I by indirect and cunning means, Inwoven myself, and now can scratch it out, Thrust at a bar, and cry my Lord as lowed, As ere a listed gown-man of them all. I never plead before the honoured bench, But bench right-worshipful of peaceful justices And Country-Gentlemen, and yet I'ave found Good gettings by the Mass, besides odd cheats, Will Smallshanks lands and many garboils more, Dash Sir. Is that rejoinder done. Done sir. Have you drawn't at length, have you dashed it out, According to your name. Some seven-score sheets. Is the demurror drawn twixt Snip and Woodcock, And what do you say to peacock's pitiful bill,
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How powerfull are their words whome we affect, Small force shall need, to winne the strongest fort, If to his state the Captaine be perfidious, I must intreate you licence my depart For some few houres. Choose what you will of time, There lyes your way. I will intreate her, stay. Did you call sir. No. Then fare you well. Who gins to loue, needs not a second Hell. Adriana, makes a no stay. Mistris. I prythee see if hee haue left the house, Peepe close, see, but be not seene: is a gon. No, has made a stand. I prethee keepe close. Nay, keep you close y'ad best. What does he now? Now a retiers. O you much partiall gods! Why gaue you men affections, and not a power To gouerne them? what I by fate should shunne, I most affect, a widdow, a widdow. Blowes the wind there. A ha, h'is in ifaith, Yo'aue drawne him now within your purlews mistresse. Tut I will not loue, my rationall And better parts shall conquer blind affections, Let passion children, or weake women sway, My loue shall to my iudgement still obay. What does he now? H'is gon. Gon Adriana. A went his way, and neuer lookt behind him. Sure he's taken. A little sing'd or so, Each thing must haue beginning, men must prepare Before they can come on, and show their loues In pleasing sort: the man will doe in time, For loue good Mistresse is much like to waxe, The more 'tis rub'd, it sticks the safter too, Or like a bird in bird-lime, or a pit-fall, The more a labours, still the deeper in. Come, thou must helpe me now, I haue a trick To second this beginning, and in the nick, To strike it dead ifaith, women must woe, When men forget what Nature leads them too. Chast Phoebe, splende; there's that left yet, Next to my booke, Claro micante Auro, I that's the soule of lawe: that's it, that's it, For which the Buckrome bag must trudge all weathers: Though scarcely fild with one poore replication, How happy are we that wee ioy the law, So freely as we doe; not bought and sold, But clearely giuen, without all base extorting, Taking but bareten Angels for a fee, Or vpward: to this renown'd estate, Haue I by indirect and cunning meanes, In-wouen my selfe, and now can scratch it out, Thrust at a barre, and cry my Lord as low'd, As ere a listed gowne-man of them all. I neuer plead before the honor'd bench, But bench right-worshipfull of peacefull Iustices And Country-Gentlemen, and yet I'aue found Good gettings by the Masse, besides od cheates, VVill Small-shankes lands and many garboyles more, Dash Sir. Is that reioynder done. Done sir. Haue you drawn't at length, haue you dasht it out, According to your name. Some scauen-score sheetes. Is the demurror drawne twixt Snip and VVoodcock, And what doe you say to Peacocks pittifull bill,