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 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
But to the purpose, go to Thirsis, boy: Say, thou art Cloris servant, sent to be The messenger of her distressed tears: Who languishes for him and never shall Have comfort more, unless he give it her. I will. Nay but stay boy, there's something else. Tell him, his cruelty makes me undo My modesty, and to put on that part Which appertains to him, that is to woo: And to disgrace my Sex, to show my heart, Which no man else could have had power to do. And that unless he do restore me back Unto myself, by his like love to me, I cannot live. All this I'll tell him too. Nay but stay boy, there is yet more: Tell him, it will no honour be to him, whenever it shall come to be made known, That he hath been her death that was his own. And how his love hath fatal been to two Distressed nymphs. This will I tell him too. Nay but stay boy, wilt thou say nothing else, As of thyself, to waken up his love? Thou mayst say something which I may not say, And tell him how thou hold'st me full as fair, Yea and more fair, more lovely, more complete Than ever Silvia was. More wise, more staid, How she was but a light and wavering maid. Nay there I leave you, that I cannot say. What sayst thou boy? Nothing, but that I will Endeavour all I can to work his love. Do good my boy: but thou must yet add more, As from thyself, & say, what an unkind And barbarous part it is to suffer thus So beauteous and so rare a nymph to pine And perish for his love; and such a one, As if she would have stooped to other's flame, Hath had the gallantest herdsmen of these fields Fall at her feet: all which she hath despised, Having her heart before by thee surprised. And now doth nothing else, but sit and mourn: Speak Thirsis, weep Thirsis, sigh Thirsis, and Sleep Thirsis when she sleeps, which is but rare Besides, good boy thou must not stick to swear, Thou oft hast seen me sown, & sink to ground In these deep passions, wherein I abound. For something thou mayst say beyond the truth, By reason of my love, and of thy youth. Do, good Clarindo swear, and vow thus much. But dost thou now remember all I say, Dost thou forget no parcel of my speech, Shall I repeat the same again to thee? Or else wilt thou rehearse it unto me? That I may know thou hast it perfect, boy. It shall not need: be sure I will report, What you enjoin me, in most earnest sort. Ah do good boy. Although I fear it will, Avail me little: for I doubt his heart Is repossessed with another love. Another love? Who may that be, I pray? With Amarillis, I have heard: for they Are thought, will in the end make up a match.
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But to the purpose, goe to Thirsis, boy: Say, thou art Cloris seruant, sent to be The messenger of her distressed teares: Who languishes for him and neuer shall Haue comfort more, vnlesse he giue it her. I will. Nay but stay boy, ther's something else. Tell him, his cruelty makes me vndoe My modesty, and to put on that part VVhich appertaines to him, that is to wooe: And to disgrace my Sexe, to shew my heart, VVhich no man else could haue had powre to doe. And that vnlesse he doe restore me backe Vnto my selfe, by his like loue to me, I cannot liue. All this I'le tell him too. Nay but stay boy, there is yet more: Tell him, it will no honour be to him, When euer it shall come to be made knowne, That he hath beene her death that was his owne. And how his loue hath fatall beene to two Distressed nymphes. This will I tell him too. Nay but stay boy, wilt thou say nothing else, As of thy selfe, to waken vp his loue? Thou mayst say something which I may not say, And tell him how thou holdst me full as faire, Yea and more faire, more louely, more compleate Then euer Siluia was. More wise, more stai'd, How shee was but a light and wauering maid. Nay there I leaue you, that I cannot say. What sayst thou boy? Nothing, but that I will Endeauour all I can to worke his loue. Doe good my boy: but thou must yet adde more, As from thy selfe, & say, what an vnkinde And barbarous part it is to suffer thus So beauteous and so rare a nymph to pine And perish for his loue; and such a one, As if shee would haue stoop'd to others flame, Hath had the gallantst heardsmen of these fields Fall at her feete: all which she hath despis'd, Hauing her heart before by thee surpriz'd. And now doth nothing else, but sit and mourne: Speake Thirsis, weepe Thirsis, sigh Thirsis, and Sleepe Thirsis when she sleepes, which is but rare Besides, good boy thou must not sticke to sweare, Thou oft hast seene me sowne, & sinke to ground In these deep passions, wherein I abound. For something thou maist say beyond the truth, By reason of my loue, and of thy youth. Doe, good Clarindo sweare, and vow thus much. But do'st thou now remember all I say, Do'st thou forget no parcell of my speech, Shall I repeate the same againe to thee? Or els wilt thou rehearse it vnto mee? That I may know thou hast it perfect, boy. It shall not need: be sure I will report, What you enioyne me, in most earnest sort. Ah doe good boy. Although I feare it will, Auaile me little: for I doubt his heart Is repossessed with another loue. Another loue? Who may that be, I pray? With Amarillis, I haue heard: for they Are thought, will in the end make vp a match.