Heywood, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1594 (Annals) romance · Worcester's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 466 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
'Tis pretty for some fool that could endure it: How near am I unto this love, sweet Lady? I love to mount a Steed, whose heavy trot Cracks all my sinews, makes my Armour crash: I love to march up to the neck in snow. To make my pillow of a cake of Ice, That in the morning, when I stretch my limbs, My hair hangs thick with dropping icicles, And my bright Arms be frozen to the earth. I love to see my face besmeared in blood: To have a gaping wound upon my flesh, Whose very mouth would make a Lady sound. I love no chamber-music; but a Drum, To give me hunts-up. Could your Grace endure To lie all night within a sheet of Mail, By a drawn sword that parts not from my side, Embrace a body full of wounds and scars, And hear no language but of blood and wars? Such is my life; such may my honour prove: Make war a Lady, I that Lady love. Fie, fie, you run quite from thee by as clean, To love that dearly, which we hate so deadly. If love and I be one, you hate us both. Then can I love no Lady by my troth. madam farewell; for under my command The King your father sends ten thousand men, To win the holy Town Jerusalem. Thither must I; esteeming your high honour Like a bright Comet and unmatched Star; But love no woman in the world, save war. Go flint; strike fire upon thy enemy's steel, Whilst I descend one step from fortune's wheel. Thou goest before, love bids me follow after: By thee, the King thy Lord must lose his daughter. thieves, and good fellows, speak what should I call you? There's not a rogue among you that fears God, Nor one that hath a touch of honesty. Robbers, and knaves, and rascals all together, Sweet consort of vild villains list to me. Am not I well preferred to become Captain Unto a crew of such pernicious slaves? I shall have such a coil to make you Christians, And bring you to some shape of honesty, That ere I do it, I shall make your bodies Nothing but scarecrows, to hang round these Trees. Brave Captain courageous whom death cannot daunt; we have been all Gentlemen and Householders; But I was banished for nothing but getting of Bastards; but this fellow fled from Venice, for killing a man cowardly on the Rialto; some for one villainy, and some for another. Our Captain that you killed, and now supply his place, poisoned a worthy Merchant in the City with ratsbane; and flying hither, for his valour we made him our General. But now brave cavaliero, to thee alone we sing Honononero.
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'Tis pretty for some foole that could endure it: How neere am I vnto this loue, sweete Lady? I loue to mount a Steed, whose heauy trot Cracks all my sinewes, makes my Armour crash: I loue to march vp to the necke in snow. To make my pillow of a cake of Ice, That in the morning, when I stretch my limbes, My haire hangs thicke with dropping Isicles, And my brigt Armes be frozen to the earth. I loue to see my face be'd in bloud: To haue a gaping wound vpon my flesh, Whose very mouth would make a Lady sound. I loue no chamber-musicke; but a Drumme, To giue mee unts-vp. Could your Grace endure To lie all night within a sheete of Maile, By a drawne sword that parts▪ not from my side, Embrace a body full of wounds and skarres, And heare no language but of bloud and warres? Such is my life; such may my honour proue: Make warre a Lady, I that Lady loue. Fy, fy, you run quite from the by as eleane, To loue that deerely, which wee hate so deadly. If loue and I be one, you hate vs both. Then can I loue no Lady by my troth. Madame fare-well; for vnder my command The King your father sends ten thousand men, To winne the holy Towne Hierusalem. Thither must I; esteeming your high honour Like a bright Comet and vnmatched Starre; But loue no woman in the world, saue warre. Go flint; strike fire vpon thy enemies steele, Whilst I descend one step from fortunes wheele. Thou goest before, loue bids mee follow after: By thee, the King thy Lord must loose his daughter. Theeus, and good fellowes, speak what should I call you? There's not a rogue among you that feares God, Nor one that hath a touch of honesty. Robbers, and knaues, and rascals all together, Sweete consort of vild villaines list to me. Am not I well prefer'd to become Captaine Vnto a crew of such pernicious flaues? I shall haue such a coyle to make you Christians, And bring you to some shape of honesty, That re I do it, I shall make your bodies Nothing but scarre-crowes, to hang round these Trees. Braue Captaine couragious whom death cannot daunt; wee haue bene all Gentlemen and House-holders; But I was banisht for nothing but getting of Bastards; but this fellow ed from Venice, for killing a man cowardly on the Rialto; some for one villany, and some for another. Our Captae that you killed, and now supply his place, poisoned a worthy Marchant in the Citty with rates-bane; and flying hither, for his valour we made him our Generall. But now braue Canallero, to thee alone wee sing Honononero.