The Valiant Welshman (Caradoc the Great) · chunk 28 of 32
A., R. · published 1615 · first performed or written 1612 [1610-1615] (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
This is her Chamber: here will we stand unseen, And yet see all that pass. 'tis almost dead of night: and now begins Sleep, with her heavy rod to charm the eyes Of human dullness. Here stand we yet awhile, And in this silent time observe the love, The Roman General's son bears to your wife, Who long hath borne the siege of his hot lust: And now behold, like bloody Tarquin comes, Being nonsuited, to satisfy the heat Of his insatiate and immoderate blood, That boiling runs through his adulterous veins. A little while give way unto his practice, And when we see a time, prevent his purpose. Night, that doth basely keep the door of sin, And hide gross murders and adulteries, With all the mortal sins the world commits, From the clear eyesight of the morning Sun: Thou, that ne'er changest colour for a sin, Worse than Apostasy, stand sentinel this hour, And with thy Negro's face veil my intent, Put out thy golden candles with thy fogs, And let original darkness, that is fled With Chaos to the Centre, guard my steps. How hushed is all things! and the world appears Like to a Churchyard full of dead. Death's picture, Sleep, looks, as if passing bells Went for each vital spirit, and appears, As if our souls had took their general flight, And cheated Nature of her motion. Then on, unto thy practice: none can descry Thy black intent, but night and her black eye. Behold the local residence of love, Even in the Rosy tincture of her cheek. I am all fire, and must needs be quenched, Or the whole house of nature will be burnt. Fair Voada, awake: 'tis I, awake. Am I adreamd? Or, do I wake indeed? I am betrayed. Fond Lord, what make you here At this unseasonable time of night? Is't not enough that you importune Each hour in the day? but in the night, When every creature nods his sleepy head, You seek the shipwreck of my spotless honour? For shame forbear, and clear a Romans name, From the suspicion of so foul a sin. Perhaps you'll say, that you are flesh and blood. Oh my good Lord, were you but only so: It were no sin, but natural instinct: And then that noble name that we call man, Should undistinguished pass, even like a beast. But man was made divine, with such a face, As might behold the beauty of the stars, And all the glorious workmanship of heaven. Beasts only are the subjects of bare sense: But man hath reason and intelligence. Beast's fowls die with them: but man's soul's divine: And therefore needs must answer for each crime. Thy speeches are like oil unto a flame. I must enjoy thee. If thou wilt yield to me, I'll be thy friend for ever: but if denied, By force I will attempt, what by fair means I cannot compass. Besides, thou art my captive, And stand'st a suitor for thy liberty. ay, for my body: but my soul is free.
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This is her Chamber: here will we stand vnseene, And yet see all that passe. Tis almost dead of night: and now begins Sleepe, with her heauy rod to charme the eyes Of humane dulnesse. Here stand we yet awhile, And in this silent time obserue the loue, The Romane Generals sonne beares to your wife, Who long hath borne the siege of his hote lust: And now behold, like bloudy Tarquin comes, Being non-suted, to satisfie the heate Of his insatiate and immoderate bloud, That boyling runs through his adulterous veynes. A little while giue way vnto his practise, And when we see a time, preuent his purpose. Night, that doth basely keepe the dore of sinne, And hide grosse murthers and adulteries, With all the mortall sinnes the world commits, From the cleare eye-sight of the morning Sunne: Thou, that ne're changest colour for a sinne, Worse then Apostasie, stand Centinel this houre, And with thy Negroes face vayle my intent, Put out thy golden candles with thy fogs, And let originall darkenesse, that is fled With Chaos to the Center, gard my steps. How husht is all things! and the world appeares Like to a Churchyard full of dead. Deaths picture, Sleepe, looks, as if passing bels Went for each vitall spirit, and appeares, As if our soules had tooke their generall flight, And cheated Nature of her motion. Then on, vnto thy practise: none can descry Thy blacke intent, but night and her blacke eye. Behold the locall residence of loue, Euen in the Rosie tincture of her cheeke. I am all fire, and must needs be quencht, Or the whole house of nature will be burnt. Fayre Voada, awake: tis I, awake. Am I adreamd? Or, doe I wake indeed? I am betrayd. Fond Lord, what make you here At this vnseasonable time of night? Is't not inough that you importune Each houre in the day? but in the night, When euery creature nods his sleepy head, You seeke the shipwracke of my spotlesse honour? For shame forbeare, and cleare a Romans name, From the suspition of so foule a sinne. Perhaps youle say, that you are flesh and bloud. Oh my good Lord, were you but onely so: It were no sinne, but naturall instinct: And then that noble name that we call man, Should vndistinguisht passe, euen like a beast. But man was made diuine, with such a face, As might behold the beauty of the starres, And all the glorious workemanship of heauen. Beasts onely are the subiects of bare sense: But man hath reason and intelligence. Beasts foules die with them: but mans soule's diuine: And therefore needs must answere for eche crime. Thy speeches are like oyle vnto a flame. I must enioy thee. If thou wilt yeeld to me, Ile be thy friend for euer: but if denide, By force I will attempt, what by fayre meanes I cannot compasse. Besides, thou art my captiue, And standst a suter for thy liberty. I, for my body: but my soule is free.