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 T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Read, whilst I tell the story of my love, And sound the Truth of her heroic Spirit, Whom eloquence could never flatter yet, Nor the best tongue of praises reach unto. The Maid there named, I met once on a Green Near to her Father's house, methought she showed, For I did look on her, indeed no eye That owed a sensible member, but must dwell Awhile on such an object. The passing Horses, and the feeding Kine Stood still, and left their journeys and their food, The singing Birds were in contention Which should light nearest her; for her clear eyes Deceived even men, they were so like bright skies. near in a Rivulet, swum two beauteous Swans, Whiter than any thing, but her neck and hands, Which they left straight to comfort her: A Bull Being baiting on the Green for the Swains sport, She walking toward it, the vexed savage beast Ceased bellowing; the snarling Dogs were mute, And had enough to do to look on her, Whose face brought Concord, and an end of jars, Though Nature made 'em ever to have wars. Had there been Bears and lions, when she spoke They had been charmed too: For Grecians Lute Was rustic Music to her heavenly tongue, Whose sweetness e'en cast slumbers on mine eyes, Soft as Content, yet would not let me sleep. Yours through the world, & to the end of time. Bellafront. Which, Bellafront Rich, Sir Iohn Worldly's Daughter? She is the food, the sleep, the air I live by. Oh heaven! we speak like Gods, and do like Dogs. Whar means my This day, this Bellafront the Rich Heir, Is married unto Count Frederick, And that's the wedding I was going to. I prithee do not mock me, Married? It is no matter to be played withal, But even as true as women all are false. Oh! that this stroke were Thunder to my breast, For Nevill thou hast spoke my heart in twain, And with the sudden whirlwind of thy breath, Hast ravished me out of a temperate soil, And set me under the red burning Zone. For shame return thy blood into thy face, Know'st not how flight a thing a woman is? Yes, and how serious too: Come I'll t'the Temple, She shall not damn herself for want of Counsel. Oh! prithee run not thus into the streets, Come dress you better, so: Ah! as thy clothes Are like thy mind, too much disordered. How strangely is this Tide turned? For a world I would not but have called here, as I went. Collect thy Spirits, we will use all means To check this black fate, flying toward thee; Come, If thou miscarriest, 'tis my day of doom. Yes, now I'm fine, Married? It may be so, But women look to't, for if she prove untrue, The Devil take you all, that are his due. Is Sir Iohn Wordly up, Boy? No my Lord. Is my Bride up yet. No. No, and the Morn so fair.
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Read, whilst I tell the Storie of my loue, And sound the Truth of her heroicke Spirit, Whom eloquence could neuer flatter yet, Nor the best tongue of praises reach vnto. The Maide there nam'd, I met once on a Greene Neere to her Fathers house, me thought she show'd, For I did looke on her, indeed no eie That ow'd a sensible member, but must dwell Awhile on such an object. The passing Horses, and the feeding Kine Stood still, and left their iournies and their food, The singing Birds were in contention Which should light neerest her; for her cleare eies Deceiu'd euen men, they were so like bright skies. Neere in a Riuolet, swum two beauteous Swans, Whiter then any thing, but her necke and hands, Which they left straight to comfort her: A Bull Being baiting on the Greene for the Swaines sport, She walking toward it, the vex'd sauage beast Ceast bellowing; the snarling Dogges were mute, And had enough to do to looke on her, Whose face brought Concord, and an end of iarres, Though Nature made em euer to haue warres. Had there bin Beares and Lyons, when she spake They had bin charmed too: For Graecians Lute Was rusticke Musicke to her heauenly tongue, Whose sweetness e'ne cast slumbers on mine eies, Soft as Content, yet would not let me sleepe. Yours through the world, & to the end of time. Bellafront. Which, Bellafront Rich, Sir Iohn Wordlies Daughter? She is the food, the sleepe, the aire I liue by. Oh heauen! we speake like Goddes, and do like Dogges. Whar meanes my This day, this Bellafront the Rich Heire, Is married vnto Count Fredericke, And that's the wedding I was going to. I prethie do not mocke me, Married? It is no matter to be plaid withall, But euen as true as women all are false. Oh! that this stroake were Thunder to my brest, For Neuill thou hast spoake my heart in twaine, And with the sudden whirlewind of thy breath, Hast rauisht me out of a temperate soile, And set me vnder the red burning Zone. For shame returne thy blood into thy face, Know'st not how flight a thing a woman is? Yes, and how serious too: Come Ile t'the Temple, She shall not damne her selfe for want of Counsell. Oh! prethee run not thus into the streets, Come dresse you better, so: Ah! as thy cloaths Are like thy mind, too much disorder'd. How strangely is this Tide turn'd? For a world I would not but haue cal'd heere, as I went. Collect thy Spirits, we will vse all meanes To checke this blacke fate, flying toward thee; Come, If thou miscarriest, tis my day of doome. Yes, now I'me fine, Married? It may be so, But women looke too't, for if she proue vntrue, The Diuell take you all, that are his due. Is Sir Iohn Wordly vp, Boy? No my Lord. Is my Bride vp yet. No. No, and the Morne so faire.