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 T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
All shall be ordered fitting your command, For these three gifts which makes a Soldier rare, Is love and duty with a valiant care. What rarity of women feeds my sight, And leads my senses in a maze of wonder? Bellona, thou wert my mistress till I saw that shape But now my sword, I'll consecrate to her, Leave Mars and become Cupid's Martialist, Beauty can turn the rugged face of war, And make him smile upon delightful peace, Courting her smoothly like a femalist, I grow a slave unto my potent love, Whose power change hearts, make our fate remove. Revenge not, Pleasure now o'errules my blood, Rage shall drown faint love in a crimson flood, And were he caught, I'd make him murders hand. methinks 'twere joy to die at her command, I'll speak to hear her speech, whose powerful breath, Is able to infuse life into death. He comes to speak: he's mine, by love he is mine. Lady, think bold intrusion courtesy, 'tis but imagination altars them, Then 'tis your thoughts, not I, that do offend. Sir, your intrusion yet's but courtesy, Unless your future humour alter it. Why then Divinest woman, know my soul Is dedicated to thy shrine of beauty, To pray for mercy, and repent the wrongs Done against love, and female purity. Thou abstract drawn from natures empty storehouse, I am thy slave, command my sword, my heart The soul is tried best by the Body's smart. You are a stranger to this land and me, What madness be't for me to trust you then? To cozen women is a trade 'mongst men, Smooth promises faint passions with a lie, Deceives our sex of fame and chastity: What danger durst you hazard for my love? Perils that that never mortal durst approve. I'll double all the works of Hercules, Expose myself in combat 'gainst an Host, Meet danger in a place of certain death, Yet never shrink, or give way to my Fate; Bare-breasted meet the murderous Tartars dart, Or any fatal Engine made for death: Such power has love and beauty from your eyes, He that dies resolute, does never die: 'Tis fear gives death his strength, which I resisted, Death is but empty Air, the Fates have twisted. Dare you revenge my quarrel, 'gainst a foe? Then ask me if I dare embrace you thus, Or kiss your hand, or gaze on your bright eye, Where Cupid dances, on those globes of love, Fear is my vassal, when I frown he flies, A hundred times in life, a coward dies. I not suspect your valour, but your will. To gain your love, my father's blood I'll spill. Many have sworn the like, yet broke their vow. My whole endeavour to your wish shall bow. I am your plague to scourge your enemies.
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All shall be ordred fitting your command, For these three gifts which makes a Souldiour rare, Is loue and dutie with a valiant care. What rarietie of women feeds my sight, And leades my sences in a maze of wonder? Bellona, thou wert my mistris till I saw that shape But now my sword, Ile consecrate to her, Leaue Mars and become Cupids Martialist, Beauty can turne the rugged face of warre, And make him smile vpon delightfull peace, Courting her smoothly like a femallist, I grow a slaue vnto my potent loue, Whose power change hearts, make our fate remoue. Reuenge not, Pleasure now ore-rules my blood, Rage shall drown faint loue in a crimson flood, And were he caught, I'de make him murders hand. Me thinkes 'twere ioy to die at her command, Ile speake to heare her speech, whose powerfull breath, Is able to infuse life into death. He comes to speake: hee's mine, by loue he is mine. Lady, thinke bold intrusion curtesie, Tis but imagination alters them, Then 'tis your thoughts, not I, that doe offend. Sir, your intrusion yet's but curtesie, Vnlesse your future humor alter it. Why then Diuinest woman, know my soule Is dedicated to thy shrine of beauty, To pray for mercy, and repent the wrongs Done against loue, and femall puritie. Thou abstract drawne from natures empty store-house, I am thy slaue, command my sword, my heart The soule is tri'd best by the bodies smart. You are a stranger to this land and me, What madnesse ist for me to trust you then? To cosen women is a trade 'mongst men, Smooth promises faint passions with a lye, Deceiues our sex of fame and chastitie: What danger durst you hazard for my loue? Perils that that neuer mortall durst approue. Ile double all the workes of Hercules, Expose my selfe in combat 'gainst an Hoste, Meete danger in a place of certaine death, Yet neuer shrinke, or giue way to my Fate; Bare-brested meete the murderous Tartars dart, Or any fatall Engine made for death: Such power ha's loue and beauty from your eyes, He that dies resolute, does neuer die: 'Tis feare giues death his strength, which I resisted, Death is but emptie Aire, the Fates haue twisted. Dare you reuenge my quarrell, 'gainst a foe? Then aske me if I dare embrace you thus, Or kisse your hand, or gaze on your bright eye, Where Cupid dances, on those globes of loue, Feare is my vassall, when I frowne he flyes, A hundred times in life, a coward dies. I not suspect your valor, but your will. To gaine your loue, my fathers bloud I'le spill. Many haue sworne the like, yet broke their vow. My whole endeuour to your wish shall bow. I am your plague to scourge your enemies.