May, Thomas · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.71 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
And such a one is he, he ever loved The beauty of my girl, but that's not it Can draw the earth bred thoughts of his gross soul Gold is the God of his idolatry, With hope of which I'll feed him, till at length I make him fasten, and Ixion like For his loved Iuno grasp an empty cloud. How stands my young Lady affected to him. There's all the difficulty, we must win her to love him, I doubt the peevish Girl will think him too old, he's well near threescore: in this business I must leave somewhat to thy wit and care, praise him beyond all measure. Your Lordship ever found me trusty. If thou effect it, I will make thee happy. Eugenio's sister then is the rich heir By his decease. Yes, and the fair one too, She needs no gloss that fortune can set on her, Her beauty of itself were prize enough To make a king turn beggar for. Hoy day, What in love Clerimont, I lay my life 'tis so, Thou couldst not praise her with such passion else. I know not, but I slept well enough last night, But if thou sawst her once, I would not give A farthing for thy life, I tell thee Philocles' One fight of her would make thee cry, ay me, Sigh, and look pale, methinks I do imagine How like an Idolatrous lover thou wouldst look Through the eyelids, know nobody. 'tis very well, but how did your worship scape You have seen her. True, but I have an Antidote, and I can teach it thee. When I have need on't I'll desire it. And 'twill Be worth thy learning, when thou shalt see the Tyranny of that same scurvy boy, and what fools He makes of us; shall I describe the beast? What beast? A lover. Do. Then to be brief, I will pass over the opinion of your ancient fathers, as likewise those strange Loves spoken of in the Authentic histories of chivalry Amadis du Gaul, Parismus, the Knight of the Sun, or the witty Knight Don Quixot de la Manca, where those brave men, neither Enchantments, Giants, Windmills, nor flocks of sheep could vanquish, are made the trophies of triumphing love. Prithee come to the matter. Neither will I mention the complaints of Sir Guy for the fair Phelis, nor the travels of Parismus for the love of the beauteous Laurana, nor lastly, the most sad penance of the ingenious knight Don Quixot upon the mountains of Scienna Morenna, moved by the unjust disdain of the Lady Dulcinea del Toboso, as for our modern Authors, I will not so much as name them, no not that excellent treatise of Tully's Love, written by the Master of Art. I would thou wouldest pass over this passing over of Authors, and speak thine own judgement. Why then to be brief, I think a Lover looks like an Ass.
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And ſuch a one is he, he euer lou'd The beauty of my girle, but thats not it Can draw the earth bred thoughts of his groſſe ſoule Gold is the God of his idolatry, hope of which Ile feed him, till at length I make him faſten, and Ixion like For his lou'd Iuno graſpe an empty clowd. How ſtands my yong Lady affected to him. There's all the difficulty, we muſt win her to loue , I doubt the peeuiſh Gyrle will thinke him too , he's well neere threeſcore: in this buſineſſe I muſt eaue ſomewhat to thy wit and care, prayſe him beyond all meaſure. Your Lordſhip euer found me truſty. If thou effect it, I will make thee happy. Eugenios ſiſter then is the rich heire By his deceaſe. Yes, and the faire one too, She needs no gloſſe that fortune can ſet on her, Her beauty of it ſelfe were prize enough To make a king turne begger for. Hoy day, What in loue Clerimont, I lay my life tis ſo, Thou couldſt not praiſe her with ſuch paſſion elſe. I know not, but I ſlept well enough laſt night, But if thou ſawſt her once, I would not giue A farthing for thy life, I tell thee Philocles One fight of her would make thee cry, ay me, Sigh, and looke pale, me thinkes I do imagine How like an Idolatrous louer thou wouldſt looke Through the eye-lids, know no body. Tis very well, but how did your worſhip ſcape Youe haue ſeene her. True, but I haue an Antidote, and I can teach it thee. When I haue need on't Ile deſire it. And twill Be worth thy learning, when thou ſhalt ſee the Tyranny of that ſame ſeuruy boy, and what fooles He makes of vs; ſhall I deſcribe the beaſt? What beaſt? A louer. Doe. Then to be briefe, I will paſſe ouer the opinion of your ancient fathers, as likewiſe thoſe ſtrange Loues ſpoken of in the Authenticke hiſtories of chiualrie Amadis du Gaule, Pariſmus, the Knight of the Sunne, or the witty Knight Don Quixot de la Manca, where thoſe braue men, neither Enchantments, Gyants, Wind-mils, nor flockes of ſheepe could vanquiſh, are made the trophyes of tryumphing loue. Prithee come to the matter. Neither will I mention the complaints of Sir Guy for the faire Phelis, nor the trauels of Pariſmus for the loue of the beautious Laurana, nor laſtly, the moſt ſad pennance of the ingenious knight Don Quixot vpon the mountains of Scienna Morenna, mooud by the vniuſt diſdaine of the Lady Dulcinea del Toboſo, or our moderne Authors, I will not ſo much as name them, no not that excellent treatiſe of Tullies Loue, written by the Maſter of Art. I would thou wouldeſt paſſe ouer this paſſing ouer of Authors, and ſpeake thine owne iudgement. Why then to be briefe, I thinke a Louer lookes like an Aſſe.