Daniel, Samuel · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [Feb 2] (Annals) pastoral; tragicomedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
There is no dealing with this man, I see, This humour must be let to spend itself Unto a lesser substance, ere that we Can any way apply a remedy. But I lament his case, and so I know Do all that see him in this woeful plight: And therefore will I leave him to himself, For sorrow that is full, hates others sight. Come boy, whilst I contemplate these remains Of my lost love, under this myrtle tree, Record the doleful'st song, the sighingst notes, That music hath to entertain bad thoughts. Let it be all at flats my boy, all grave, The tone that best befits the grief I have. Had sorrow ever fitter place To act his part, Then is my heart, Where it takes up all the space? Where is no vein To entertain A thought that wears another face. Nor will I sorrow ever have, Therein to be, But only thee, To whom I full possession gave: Thou in thy name Must hold the same, Until thou bring it to the grave. So boy, now leave me to myself, that I May be alone to grief, entire to misery. NOw gentle boy Clarindo, hast thou brought My flocks into the field? Mistress I have. And hast thou told them? Yes. And are there all? All. And hast thou left them safe my boy? Safe. Then whilst they feed, Clarindo, I must use Thy service in a serious business. But thou must do it well my boy. The best I can. Dost thou know Thirsis? Yes. But know'st him well? I have good reason to know Thirsis well. What reason boy? I oft have seen the man. Why then he knows thee too? Yes I suppose, unless he hath forgotten me of late. But hath he heard thee sing my boy? He hath. Then doubtless he doth well remember thee. Well, unto him thou must a message do From thy sad mistress Cloris; but thou must do it exactly well, with thy best grace, Best choice of language, and best countenance. I know thou canst do well, and haste a speech And fashion pleasing to perform the same. Nor can I have a fitter messenger In this employment than thyself my boy. For sure methinks, noting thy form and grace, That thou hast much of Silvia in thy face: Which if he shall perceive as well as I, Sure, he will give thee audience willingly. And for her sake, if not for mine, hear out Thy message; for he still (though she be dead) Holds sparkles of her extinguish. And that is death to me: for though sometimes Siluta and I most deere companions were, Yet when I saw he did so much prefer Her before me, I deadly hated her; And was not sorry for her death, and yet Was sorry she should come to such a death.
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There is no dealing with this man, I see, This humour must be let to spend it selfe Vnto a lesser substance, ere that we Can any way apply a remedy. But I lament his case, and so I know Do all that see him in this wofull plight: And therefore will I leaue him to himselfe, For sorrow that is full, hates others sight. Come boy, whilst I contemplate these remaines Of my lost loue, vnder this myrtle tree, Record the dolefull'st song, the sighingst notes, That musicke hath to entertaine bad thoughts. Let it be all at flats my boy, all graue, The tone that best befits the griefe I haue. Had sorrow euer fitter place To act his part, Then is my heart, Where it takes vp all the space? Where is no veine To entertaine A thought that weares another face. Nor will I sorrow euer haue, Therein to be, But onely thee, To whome I full possession gaue: Thou in thy name Must holde the same, Vntill thou bring it to the graue. So boy, now leaue me to my selfe, that I May be alone to griefe, entire to misery. NOw gentle boy Clarindo, hast thou brought My flockes into the field? Mistris I haue. And hast thou told them? Yes. And are there all? All. And hast thou left them safe my boy? Safe. Then whilst they feede, Clarindo, I must vse Thy seruice in a serious businesse. But thou must do it well my boy. The best I can. Do'st thou know Thirsis? Yes. But know'st him well? I haue good reason to know Thirsis well. What reason boy? I oft haue seene the man. Why then he knowes thee too? Yes I suppose, vnles he hath forgotten me of late. But hath he heard thee sing my boy? He hath. Then doubtles he doth well remember thee. VVell, vnto him thou must a message do From thy sad mistres Cloris; but thou must Doeit exactly well, with thy best grace, Best choice of language, and best countenance. I know thou canst doe well, and hast a speech And fashion pleasing to performe the same. Nor can I haue a fitter messenger In this imployment then thy selfe my boy. For sure me thinkes, noting thy forme and grace, That thou hast much of Siluia in thy face: Which if he shall perceiue as well as I, Sure, he will giue thee audience willinglie. And for her sake, if not for mine, heare out Thy message; for he still (though she be dead) Holdes sparkles of her vnextinguished. And that is death to me: for though sometimes Siluta and I most deere companions were, Yet when I saw he did so much preferre Her before me, I deadly hated her; And was not sorie for her death, and yet Was sorie shee should come to such a death.