Chapman, George · published 1611 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.68 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
HEre's thy ladder, and there's thy gallows, thy Mistress is thy hangman, and must take thee down: This is the terrace where thy sweet heart tarries; what wouldst thou call it in Rhyme? Celestial sphere, wherein more beauty shines. Room for a passion. Then on Dardanian Ida, where the pride Of heavens selected beauties strived for prize. Nay you shall know, we have watered our houses in Helicon. I cannot abide this talking and undoing Poetry, leave your mellifluous numbers: yonder's a sight will steal all reason from your rhyme I can tell you; down of your knees you slave, adore. Now let's hear you invocate, O the saple hams of a lover, go to, do not, stand up close, for she must not see you yet, though she know you are here. cousin Lodowick? Who calls Lodowick? What tempest hath cast you on this solitary shore? Is the party come? The party? now a plague of your modesty, are your lips too nice to name Aurelio? Well, is he come then? He, which he? 'sfoot name your man with a mischief to you, I understand you not. Was there ever such a wildbrain? Aurelio. Aurelio? Lord how loath you are to let any sound of him come out an you, you hold him so dear within, I'll present her with a sight, will startle her nicety a little better; hold you, fasten the end of this ladder I pray. Now Iesus bless us, why cozen, are you mad? Go to you spirit of a feather, be not so soft hearted, leave your nicety, or by this hemp I'll so hamper thy affections in the halter of thy lovers absence, making it up in a gordian knot of forgetfulness, that no Alexander of thy allurements, with all the swords of thy sweet words, shall ever cut in pieces. Lord, how you roll in your roperipe terms. Go to, tell me, will you fasten the ladder or no? I know not what I should say t'ee: I will fasten it, so only yourself will come up. Only myself will come up then. Nay sweet coz, swear it. If I should swear thou wouldst curse me: take my word in a halter's name, and make the ladder as fast to the terrace, as thou wouldst be to Aurelio. Nay see if he do not make me give over again? Was there ever such a blue kitling? fasten it now, or by heaven thou dost lose me for ever. Well sir, remember your word; I will fasten it, but i'faith coz, is not the Gentleman, and his parting choler parted yet? I'faith with much ado: Nay, nay, choose him; I shall live, if they be not: and if I live till his choler kill me, I shall live till he leave loving me, and that will be a good while first. Lord, Lord, who has informed you of such amorous fervency in him: are you so confident in his kindness?
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HEre's thy ladder, and ther's thy gallowes, thy Mistris is thy hangman, and must take thee downe: This is the Tarrasse where thy sweet heart tarries; what wouldst thou call it in Rime? Celestiall spheare, wherein more beauty shines. Roome for a passion. Then on Dardanian Ida, where the pride Of heauens selected beauties striu'd for prize. Nay you shall know, we haue watred our houses in Helicon. I cannot abide this talking and vndoing Poetry, leaue your meifluous numbers: yonder's a sight will steae all reason from your rime I can tell you; downe of your knees you slue, adore. Now lets heare you inuocate, O the saple hammes of a louer, goe to, doe not, stand vp close, for she must not see you yet, though she know you are here. Cozen Lodowicke? Who cals Lodowicke? What tmpest hath cast you on this sollitary shore? Is the party come? The party? now a plague of your modesty, are your lips too nice to name Aurelio? Well, is he come then? He, which he? s'fut name your man with a mischiefe to you, I vnderstand you not. Was there euer such a wild-braine? Aurelio. Aurelio? ord how loth you are to le any sound of him come out an you, you hold him so deare within, Ile present her with a ight, will startle her nicety a little better; hold you, fasten the end of this ladder I pray. Now Iesus blesse vs, why cosen, are you mad? Goe to you spirit of a feather, be not so soft hearted, leaue your nicety, or by this hemp Ile so hamper thy affections in the halter of thy louers absence, making it vp in a gordian knot of forgetfulnesse, that no Alexander of thy allurements, with all the swordes of thy sweet words, shall euer cut in peeces. Lord, how you roule in your rope-ripe termes. Goe to, tell me, will you fasten the ladder or no? I know not what I should say t'ee: I will fasten it, so only your selfe will come vp. Only my selfe will come vp then. Nay sweet Cuze, sweare it. If I should sweare thou wouldst curse me: take my word in a halters name, and make the ladder as fast to the Tarrasse, as thou would'st be to Aurelio. Nay see if he doe not make me giue ouer againe? Was there euer such a blew kitling? fasten it now or by heauen thou do'st loose me for euer. Well sir, remember your word; I will fasten it, but yfaith Cuze, is not the Gentleman, and his parting choller parted yet? Yfaith with much adoe: Nay, nay, choose him; I shall liue, if they be not and if I liue till his choller kill me, I shall liue till he leaue louing me, and that will be a good while first. Lord, Lord, who has enform'd you of such amorous feruency in him: are you so confident in his kindnesse?