Marston, John / Machin, Lewis / Barkstead, William · published 1613 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1607-1608; revised 1609-1613] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels (?); Children of the King's Revels (?) · Whitefriars unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 464 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
We obey you Lady. My Lord, with you I have some conference. I pray my Lord, do you woo every Lady In this phrase you do me? Fairest, till now, Love was an Infant in my Oratory. And kiss thus too? I ne'er was so kissed, leave thus to please, Flames into flames, seas thou pourest into seas. Pray frown my Lord, let me see how many wives You'll have. Heigh-ho, you'll bury me I see. In the Swans down, and tomb thee in mine arms. Then folks shall pray in vain to send me rest. Away, you're such another meddling Lord. By heaven my love's as chaste as thou art fair, And both exceed comparison: by this kiss, That crowns me Monarch of another world Superior to the first, fair, thou shalt see As unto heaven, my love so unto thee. Alas poor creatures, when we are once o'the falling hand, A man may easily come over us. It is as hard for us to hide our love, As to shut sin from the creator's eyes. i'faith my Lord, I had a month's mind unto you, As tedious as a full riped Maidenhead. And Count of Cypress, think my love as pure, As the first opening of the blooms in May; Your virtues man; nay, let me not blush to say so: And see for your sake thus I leave to sorrow. Begin this subtle conjuration with me, And as this Taper, due unto the dead, I here extinguish, so my late dead Lord I put out ever from my memory, That his remembrance may not wrong our love. As boldfaced women when they wed another, Banquet their husbands with their dead loves heads. And as I sacrifice this to his Ghost, With this expire all corrupt thoughts of youth, That fame-insatiate Devil jealousy, And all the sparks that may bring unto flame, Hate betwixt man and wife or breed defame. Marry Amen, I say: madam, are you that were in for all day, now come to be in for all night? How now Count Arsena? Faith signor not unlike the condemned malefactor, That hears his judgement openly pronounced; But I ascribe to Fate, joy swell your love, Cypress, and Willow grace my drooping crest. We do intend our Hymeneal rights With the next rising Sun. Count Cypress, Next to our Bride, the welcom'st to our feast. Saneta Maria, what thinkst thou of this change? A player's passion I'll believe hereafter, And in a Tragic Scene weep for old Priam, When fell revenging Pyrrhus with supposed And artificial wounds mangles his breast, And think it a more worthy act to me, Then trust a female mourning o'er her love: nought that is done of woman shall me please, Nature's stepchildren rather her desire.
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We obey you Lady. My Lord, with you I haue some conference. I pray my Lord, doe you woo euery Lady In this phrase you doe me? Fairest, till now, Loue was an Infant in my Oratory. And kisse thus too? I nee'r was so kist, leaue thus to please, Flames into flames, seas thou pour'st into seas. Pray frowne my Lord, let me see how many wiues You'll haue. Heigh-ho, you'll bury me I see. In the Swans downe, and tombe thee in mine armes. Then folkes shall pray in vaine to send me rest. Away, you're such another medling Lord. By heauen my loue's as chaste as thou art faire, And both exceede comparison: by this kisse, That crownes me Monarch of another world Superiour to the first, faire, thou shalt see As vnto heauen, my loue so vnto thee. Alas poore creatures, when we are once o'the falling hand, A man may easily come ouer vs. It is as hard for vs to hide our loue, As to shut sinne from the Creators eyes. I faith my Lord, I had a Months minde vnto you, As tedious as a full rip'd Maidenhead. And Count of Cypres, thinke my loue as pure, As the first opening of the bloomes in May; Your vertues man; nay, let me not blush to say so: And see for your sake thus I leaue to sorrow. Beginne this subtile coniuration with mee, And as this Taper, due vnto the dead, I here extinguish, so my late dead Lord I put out euer from my memory, That his remembrance may not wrong our loue. As bold-fac'd women when they wed another, Banquet their husbands with their dead loues heads. And as I sacrifice this to his Ghost, With this expire all corrupt thoughts of youth, That fame-insatiate Diuell Iealousie, And all the sparkes that may bring vnto flame, Hate betwixt man and wife or breed defame. Marry Amen, I say: Madame, are you that were in for all day, now come to be in for all night? How now Count Arsena? Faith Signior not vnlike the condemn'd malefactor, That heares his iudgement openly pronounc'd; But I ascribe to Fate, Ioy swell your loue, Cypres, and Willow grace my drooping crest. We doe entend our Hymeneall rights With the next rising Sunne. Count Cypres, Next to our Bride, the welcomst to our feast. Saneta Maria, what thinkst thou of this change? A Players passion Ile beleeue hereafter, And in a Tragicke Sceane weepe for olde Priam, When fell reuenging Pirrhus with supposde And artificiall wounds mangles his breast, And thinke it a more worthy act to me, Then trust a female mourning ore her loue: Naught that is done of woman shall me please, Natures step-children rather her desire.