Dekker, Thomas / Massinger, Philip · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 [licensed for stage, Oct 6; revised and re-licensed for stage, Jul 7, 1624] (Annals) tragedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Sir you point at Your dotage on the scornful Dorothea, Is she though fair the same day to be named With best Artemia? in all their courses Wisemen propose their ends: with sweet Artemia There comes along pleasure, security, Ushered by all that in this life is precious: With Dorothea, though her birth be noble, The Daughter to a Senator of Rome, By him lest rich (yet with a private wealth And far inferior to yours) arrives The emperor's frown (which like a mortal plague Speaks death is near) the Princess heavy scorn, Under which you will shrink, your father's fury, Which to resist even piety forbids, And but remember that she stands suspected A favourer of the Christian Sect, she brings Not danger but assured destruction with her: This truly weighed, one smile of great Artemia Is to be cherished and preferred before All joys in Dorothea, therefore leave her. In what thou think'st thou art most wise, thou art Grossly abused Macrinus, and most foolish. For any man to match above his rank, Is but to sell his liberty; with Artemia I still must live a servant, but enjoying Divinest Dorothea, I shall rule, Rule as becomes a husband's for the dangers, Or call it if you will assured destruction, I sleight it thus. If then thou art my friend, As I dares wear thou art, and wilt not take A governor's place upon thee, be my helper. You know I dare and will do any thing. Put me unto the test. Go then Macrinus To Dorothea, tell her I have worn, In all the battles I have fought her figure, Her figure in my heart, which like a deity Hath still protected me, thou canst speak well, And of thy choicest language, spare a little To make her understand how much I love her, And how I languish for her, bear her these jewels Sent in the way of sacrifice, not service, As to my goddess. All let's thrown behind me, Or fears that may deter me: say this morning I mean to visit her by the name of friendship, No words to contradict this. I am yours, And if my travel this way be ill spent, judge not, my reader will, by the event. Turn Christian, would he that first tempted me to have my shoes walk upon Christian soles, had turned me into a Capon, for I am sure now the stones of all my pleasure in this fleshly life are cut off. So then, if any coxcomb has a galloping desire to ride, here's a Gelding, if he can but sit him. I kick for all that like a horse, look else. But that's a kickish jade, fellow Spungins, have not I as much cause to complain as thou hast? When I was a Pagan, there was an Infidel Punk of mine, would have let me come upon trust for my curveting, a pox of your christian cockatrices, they cry like poulterer's wives, no money, no coney.
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Sir you point at Your dotage on the scornfull Dorothea, Is she though faire the same day to be nam'd With best Artemia? in all their courses Wisemen propose their ends: with sweete Artemia There comes along pleasure, security, Vsher'd by all that in this life is precious: With Dorothea, though her birth be noble, The Daughter to a Senator of Rome, By him lest rich (yet with a priuate wealth And farre inferiour to yours) arriues The Emperours frowne (which like a mortall plague Speakes death is neere) the Princesse heauy scorne, Vnder which you will shrinke, your fathers fury, Which to resist euen piety forbids, And but remember that she stands suspected A fauourer of the Christian Sect, she brings Not danger but assured destruction with her: This truely wai'd, one smile of great Artemia Is to be cherish't and prefer'd before All ioyes in Dorothea, therefore leaue her. In what thou think'st thou art most wise, thou art Grosely abus'd Macrinus, and most foolish. For any man to match aboue his ranke, Is but to sell his libetty; with Artemia I still must liue a seruant, but enioying Diuinest Dorothea, I shall rule, Rule as becomes a husbands for the dangers, Or call it if you will assur'd destruction, I sleight it thus. If then thou art my friend, As I dares weare thou art, and wilt not take A Gouernors place vpon thee, be my helper. You know I dare and will doe any thing. Put me vnto the test. Goe then Macrinus To Dorothea, tell her I haue worne, In all the battailes I haue fought her figure, Her figure in my heart, which like a diety Hath still protected me, thou canst speake well, And of thy choyself language, spare a little To make her vnderstand how much I loue her, And how I languish for her, beare her these iewels Sent in the way of sacrifice, not seruice, As to my goddesse. All lets throwne behind me, Or feares that may deter me: say this morning I meane to visite her by the name of friendship, No words to contradict this. I am yours, And if my trauell this way be ill spent, Iudge not, my reader will, by the euent. Turne Christian, wud he that first tempted mee to haue my shooes walke vpon Christian soles, had turn'd me into a Capon, for I am sure now the stones of all my pleasure in this fleshly life are cut off. So then, if any Coxecombe has a galloping desire to ride, heres a Gelding, if he can but sit him. I kicke for all that like a horse, looke else. But thats a kickish Iade, fellow Spungins, haue not I as much cause to complaine as thou hast? When I was a Pagan, there was an Infidell Punke of mine, would haue let me come vpon trust for my coruetting, a pox of your christian Coxatrices, they cry like Poulterers wiues, no money, no Cony.