Field, Nathan · published 1612 · first performed or written 1609 [1609-1610] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queens Revels (Children of the Whitefriars) (?) · before the Court unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 459 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
How sweetly does your friendship play with mine, And with a simple subtlety, steals my heart Out of my bosom. By the holiest Love That ever made a Story, you're a man With all good so replete, that I durst trust you Even with this secret, were it singly mine. I do believe you, farewell worthy friend. Nay look you, this same fashion does not please me, You were not wont to make your visitation. So short and careless. 'tis your jealousy That makes you think it so, for by my soul You have given me no distaste, in keeping from me All things that might be burdenous, and oppress me. In troth I am invited to a wedding, And the Morn faster goes away from me, Than I go toward it: and so Good-morrow. Good-morrow Sir, think I durst show it you. Now by my life I not desire it Sir, Nor ever loved these prying listening men, That ask of other states and passages, Not one among a hundred but proves false, Envious and slanderous, and will cut that throat He twines his arms about, I love that Poet That gave us reading, not to seek ourselves Beyond ourselves, Farewell. You shall not go, I cannot now redeem the fault I have made To such a friend, but in disclosing all. Now if you love me, do not wrong me so, I see you labour with some serious thing, And think (like Fairies Treasure) to reveal it, Will cause it vanish; and yet to conceal it Will burst your breast, 'tis so delicious, And so much greater than the Continent. Oh you have pierced my entrails with your words. And I must now explain all to your eyes, Read, and be happy in my happiness. Yet think on't, keep thy secret, and thy friend Sure and entire; Oh! give not me the means To become false hereafter; or thyself A probable reason to distrust thy friend, Though he be near so true, I will not see't. I die by Heaven, if you deny again, I starve for Counsel; take it, look upon it; If you do not, It is an equal plague, As if it had been known and published: For Godsake read, but with this Caution, By this right hand, by this yet unstained sword, Were you my father flowing in these waves, Or a dear son exhausted out of them, Should you betray this soul of all my hopes, Like the two brethren (though love made 'em Stars) We must be never more seen both again. I read it fearless of the forfeiture, Yet warn you, be as Cautelous, not to wound My integrity, with doubt, on likelihoods, From misreport, but first exquire the Truth.
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How sweetly does your friendship play with mine, And with a simple subtilty, steales my heart Out of my bosome. By the holiest Loue That euer made a Story, y'are a man With all good so repleate, that I durst trust you Euen with this secret, were it singly mine. I do beleeue you, farewell worthy friend. Nay looke you, this same fashion does not please me, You were not wont to make your visitation. So short and carelesse. Tis your Iealousie That makes you thinke it so, for by my soule You have giuen me no distast, in keeping from me All things that might be burthenous, and oppresse me. In troth I am inuited to a wedding, And the Morne faster goes away from me, Then I go toward it: and so Good-morrow. God-morrow Sir, thinke I durst shew it you. Now by my life I not desire it Sir, Nor euer lou'd these prying listening men, That aske of other states and passages, Not one among a hundered but proues false, Enuious and slanderous, and wil cut that throat He twines his armes about, I loue that Poet That gaue vs reading, not to seeke our selues Beyond our selues, Farewell. You shall not go, I cannot now redeeme the fault I haue made To such a friend, but in disclosing all. Now if you loue me, do not wrong me so, I see you labour with some serious thing, And thinke (like Fayries Treasure) to reueale it, Will cause it vanish; and yet to conceale it Will burst your breast, tis so delicious, And so much greater then the Continent. Oh you haue pierc't my entrails with your words. And I must now explaine all to your eies, Read, and be happy in my happinesse. Yet thinke on't, keepe thy secret, and thy friend Sure and entire; Oh! giue not me the meanes To become false hereafter; or thy selfe A probable reason to distrust thy friend, Though he be neare so true, I will not see't. I die by Heauen, if you denie againe, I starue for Counsell; take it, looke vpon it; If you do not, It is an aequall plague, As if it had beene knowne and published: For God-sake read, but with this Caution, By this right hand, by this yet vnstain'd sword, Were you my father flowing in these waues, Or a deare sonne exhausted out of them, Should you betray this soule of all my hopes, Like the two brethren (though loue made em Starres) We must be neuer more seene both againe. I read it fearelesse of the forfeiture, Yet warne you, be as Cautelous, not to wound My integritie, with doubt, on likelyhoods, From misreport, but first exquire the Truth.