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 T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.86 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Our loves are friendly twins, both at a birth; The joy you taste, that joy do I conceive, This day's the jubilee of my desire. He's fairer than he was when first I saw him. This little time makes him more excellent. Relate some news. Hark you, what Lady's that▪ Be open breasted, so will I to thee. Error did blind him that paints Love blind; For my Love plainly judges difference: Love is clear sighted, and with Eagles eyes, undazzled, looks upon bright Sun-beamed beauty: Nature did rob herself, when she made him. Blushing to see her work excel herself, 'tis shape makes mankind semelacie. Forgive me Rogero, 'tis my Fate To love thy friend, and quit thy love with hate. I must enjoy him, let hope thy passions smother: Faith cannot cool blood; I'll clip him, were't my brother. Such is the heat of my sincere affection, Hell nor earth can keep love in subjection. I crave your Honours pardon my Ignorance Of what you were, may gain a courteous pardon. There needs no pardon, where there's no offence; His tongue strikes Music ravishing my sense: I must be sudden, else desire confounds me. What sport affords this Climate for delight? We'll hawk and hunt today, as for tomorrow Variety shall feed variety. Dissimulation women's armour is, Aid love belief, and female constancy. Oh, I am sick my Lord, kind Rogero help me. forfend it heaven, madam sit; how fare you? My lives best comfort speak, O speak sweet Saint. Fetch Art to keep life, run my Love, I faint: My vital breath runs coldly through my veins, I see lean Death with eyes imaginary, Stand fearfully before me: here my end A wife unconstant, yet thy loving friend. As swift as thought, fly I to wish thee aid. Thus innocence by craft is soon betrayed. My Lord Guiaca, 'tis your Art must heal me, I am lovesick for your love; love, love, for loving: I blush for speaking truth; fair Sir believe me, Beneath the Moon nought but your frown can grieve me. Lady, by heaven, methinks, this fit is strange. Count not my love light for this sudden change: By Cupid's Bow I swear, and will avow, I never knew true perfect love till now. Wrong not yourself, me, and your dearest friend, Your love is violent, and soon will end. Love is not Love unless Love doth persever, That love is perfect love, that loves for ever. Such love is mine, believe it well-shaped youth, Though women use to lie, yet I speak truth. Give sentence for my life or speedy death: Can you affect me? I should belie my thoughts to give denial, But then to friendship I must turn disloyal: I will not wrong my friend, let that suffice. I'll be a miracle, for love a woman dies, Hold madame, these are soul killing passions. I'd rather wrong my friend than you yourself.
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Our loues are friendly twins, both at a birth; The ioy you taste, that ioy doe I conceiue, This day's the Iubile of my desire. He's fairer then he vvas vvhen first I saw him. This little time makes him more excellent. Relate some newes. Harke you, what Lady's that▪ Be open breasted, so will I to thee. Error did blinde him that paints Loue blinde; For my Loue plainly iudges difference: Loue is cleare sighted, and vvith Eagles eyes, Vndazeled, lookes vpon bright Sunne-beam'd beauty: Nature did rob her selfe, when she made him. Blushing to see her vvorke excell her selfe▪ Tis shape makes mankinde femelacie. Forgiue me Rogero, 'tis my Fate To loue thy friend, and quit thy loue vvith hate. I must enioy him, let hope thy passions smother: Faith cannot coole bloud; Ile clip him, wer't my brother. Such is the heate of my sincere affection, Hell nor earth can keepe loue in subiection. I craue your Honors pardon my Ignorance Of what you were, may gaine a curteous pardon. There needes no pardon, where there's no offence; His tongue strikes Musicke rauishing my sense: I must be sodaine, else desire confounds me. What sport affords this Climate for delight? We'll hawke and hunt to day, as for to morrow Varietie shall feede varietie. Dissimulation womens armour is, Aide loue beliefe, and female constancie. Oh, I am sicke my Lord, kinde Rogero helpe me. Forsend it heauen, Madame sit; how fare you? My liues best comfort speake, O speake sweet Saint. Fetch Art to keepe life, runne my Loue, I faint: My vitall breath runnes coldly through my veynes, I see leane Death vvith eyes imaginarie, Stand fearefully before me: here my end A vvife vnconstant, yet thy louing friend. As swift as thought, flie I to wish thee aide. Thus innocence by craft is soone betraid. My Lord Gniaca, 'tis your Art must heale me, I am loue-sicke for your loue; loue, loue, for louing: I blush for speaking truth; faire Sir beleeue me, Beneath the Moone nought but your frowne can grieue me. Lady, by heauen, me thinkes, this fit is strange. Count not my loue light for this sodaine change: By Cupids Bow I sweare, and vvill avow, I neuer knew true perfect loue till now. Wrong not your selfe, me, and your dearest friend, Your loue is violent, and soone vvill end. Loue is not Loue vnlesse Loue doth perseuer, That loue is perfect loue, that loues for euer. Such loue is mine, beleeue it vvell-shap'd youth, Though vvomen vse to lye, yet I speake truth. Giue sentence for my life or speedy death: Can you affect me? I should belye my thoughts to giue deniall, But then to friendship I must turne disloyall: I vvill not vvrong my friend, let that suffice. Ile be a miracle, for loue a woman dyes, Hold madame, these are soule killing passions. Ide rather wrong my friend then you your selfe.