May, Thomas · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
'twere madness that not wisdom rash attempts Betray the means, but never work the end. She would not hate a man for loving her, Or if she did, better be once deemed Then live for ever hapless. But take time, The second thoughts our wise men say are best. Delaye's a double death, no I have thought A means, that straight I'll put in execution, I'll write a Letter to her presently, Take how it will. A Letter, who shall carry it? I'll tell thee when I have done, hast thou Pen and Ink in thy Chamber. Yes, there is one upon the Table, I'll stay here at the window, and watch whether she stay or not, what a sudden change is this. Did not count Virro promise to be here Today at dinner. Yes madam that he did, and I dare swear He will not break. He needs not, he is rich enough, unless He should break in knavery, as some of our Merchants do now adays. Break promise madam I mean, & that he will not For your sake, you know his business. I would I did not, he might spare his pains And that unusual cost, that he bestows In pranking up himself, and please me better He would not please his tailor and his barber, For they got more for your sake by their Lord Then they got this twenty years before. Ah Psecas, Psecas, can my father think That I can love Count Virro, one so old (That were enough to make a match unfit) But one so base, a man that never loved For any thing called good, but dross and pelf, One that would never, had my brother lived Have moved this suit, no I can never love him, But canst thou keep a secret firmly Psecas. Doubt me not madam. Well I'll tell thee then, I love, alas, I dare not say I love him, But there's a young and noble Gentleman, Lord Euphues son, my father's enemy. A man whom nature's prodigality Stretched even to envy in the making up, Once from a Window my pleased eye beheld This youthful Gallant as he rode the street, On a curvetting Courser, who it seemed Knew his fair load, and with a proud disdain Checked the base earth, my father being by I asked his name, he told me Philocles, The son and Heir of his great enemy: judge Psecas then, how my divided breast, Suffered between two meeting contraries, Hatred and Love, but Loves a deity, And must prevail against mortals, whose command Not Jove himself could ever yet withstand. What is the letter done already, I see these Lovers have nimble inventions, but how will you send it. What a question's that, seest thou this stone. Ah, than I see your drift, this stone must guide your Fleeting Letter in the Air, and carry it to that Fair Mark you aim at. Hard by her.
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Twere madneſſe that not wiſedome raſh attempts Betray the meanes, but neuer worke the end. She would not hate a man for louing her, Or if ſhe did, better be once deemed Then liue for euer hapleſſe. But take time, The ſecond thoughts our wiſe men ſay are beſt. Delaye's a double death, no I haue thought A meanes, that ſtraight Ile put in execution, Ile write a Letter to her preſently, Take how it will. A Letter, who ſhall carry it? Ile tell thee when I haue done, haſt thou Pen and Inke in thy Chamber. Yes, there is one vpon the Table, Ile ſtay here at the window, and watch whether ſhe ſtay or not, what a ſudden change is this. Did not count Virro promiſe to be heare To day at dinner. Yes Madame that he did, and I dare ſweare He will not breake. He needes not, he is rich enough, vnleſſe Hee ſhould breake in knauery, as ſome of our Mhants doe now adayes. Breake promiſe Madame I meane, & that he will not For your ſake, you know his buſineſſe. I would I did not, he might ſpare his paines And that vnuſuall coſt, that he beſtowes In pranking vp himſelfe, and pleaſe me better He would not pleaſe his Taylor and his Barbar, For they got more for your ſake by their Lord Then they got this twenty yeeres before. Ah Pſecas, Pſecas, can my father thinke That I can loue Count Virro, one ſo old (That were enough to make a match vnfit) But one ſo baſe, a man that neuer loued For any thing called good, but droſſe and pelfe, One that would neuer, had my brother liued Haue mooued this ſute, no I can neuer loue him, But canſt thou keepe a ſecret firmely Pſecas. Doubt me not Madame. Well Ile tell thee then, I loue, alas, I dare not ſay I loue him, But there's a yong and noble Gentleman, Lord Euphues ſonne, my fathers enemy. A man whom natures prodigality Stretcht euen to enuy in the making vp, Once from a Window my pleaſed eye beheld This youthfull Gallant as he rode the ſtreete, On a coruetting Courſer, who it ſeemed Knew his faire loade, and with a proud diſdaine Checkt the baſe earth, my father being by I ask't his name, he told me Philocles, The ſonne and Heyre of his great enemy: Iudge Pſecas then, how my deuided breſt, Suffered betweene two meeting contraries, Hatred and Loue, but Loues a deity, And muſt preuaile againſt mortals, whoſe command Not oue himſelfe could euer yet withſtand. What is the letter done already, I ſee theſe Louers haue nimble inuentions, but how will you ſend it. What a queſtion's that, ſeeſt thou this ſtone. Ah, then I ſee your drift, this ſtone muſt guide your Fleeting Letter in the Ayre, and carry it to that Faire Marke you ayme at. Hard by her.