Davenant, William · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [1626-1629] (Annals) tragedy · Unacted unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 460 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Mark how close they meet: what variety They use in lust: now she hath melted quite his lips With her hot breath, she hangs upon his ear. Survey their gestures still. Now they depart. I'll summon all the hierarchy of heaven To censure'em! Who knows but they are gone to wallow in Their active sweats again? Alas, pure soul! You perceive these figures no Idea, No object of the mind, or air incorporate To cheat imaginary view. Was this the cause, that made th'adulterous Queen So strictly urge my swift journey unto Pavia? ay, and the motive that provoked my soft Conscience to hasten your return, that you Might tell sad tales to heaven. For I (That still was nursed upon a sibyl's Lap) Who with prophetic Milk did nourish me, Can deeply guess at th'ominous portent Of sin. I hate such loose-reined Stallions; Such lascivious harmony in guilt. So soon prove false? ere the celebration Of our marriage Rites were fully ended? Ere the Sun in's journey o'er this Region Had twice beheld thus incorporate By holy Church, and smiled upon the hopes Of our increase? ay, there's a contemplation that would crack Even heartstrings made of wire. Hymen's Taper But newly lighted, and he with rude breath Blows from the quickening week the gaudy flame. Then in the dark, thus wilfully mistakes Your bed, and riots 'tween unlawful sheets. Horror! horror! O my sinister Stars! Thus I shall weep Till I have emptied all my veins. What should such white and harmless souls as we Do crawling o'er this mountainous Earth? Alas, We cannot drink, till we intoxicate A Whale, nor surfeit, till our greasy cheeks Do swell like Th'udders of a Cow. Nor can We kneel like warm Idolaters, unto The rusty metal in a bag. We want These helps to gain us honour and esteem. I have a resolute intent to die, And seek my Mansion in a purer Orb. But ere you do begin your last walk, i'th' path Invisible, some meritorious act (joined to the Charter of your Creed) should help T'assure your future bliss. O name it, ere my sorrow shall decay Me strength: for I would mix ability With will. Your Lord (foul, and sinful as mortality Can make him) Salamander-like, shall bathe In blue fires, unless by sufferance here On earth, he penetrate the hearth of heaven, And soften their decree. It will be called Your merit to revenge his crime, even with his death. Would you have me kill him? Since I am strict to virtue, I must needs Be cruel unto vice. Let him not live To increase his own guilt, and betray more Ladies. But shall I justice take from powerful Heaven, And use it with such cruelty?
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Marke how cloſe they meete: what variety They vſe in luſt: now ſhe hath melted quite his lips With her hot breath, ſhe hangs vpon his eare. Suruay their geſtures ſtill. Now they depart. Ile ſummon all the hierarchy of heauen To cenſure'em! VVho knowes but they are gone to wallow in Their actiue ſweats agen? Alas, pure ſoule! You perceiue theſe figures no Idea, No obiect of the minde, or ayre incorporate To cheate imaginary view. Was this the cauſe, that made th'adulterous Queene So ſtrictly vrge my ſwift iourney vnto Pauia? I, and the motiue that prouok'd my ſoft Conſcience to haſten your returne, that you Might tell ſad tales to heauen. For I (That ſtill was nourc'd vpon a Sybils Lap) Who with prophetick Milke did nouriſh me, Can deepely gueſſe at th'ominous portent Of ſinne. I hate ſuch looſe-rein'd Stallions; Such laſciuious harmony in guilt. So ſoone proue falſe? ere the celebration Of our marriage Rites were fully ended? Ere the Sunne in's iourney o're this Region Had twice beheld thus incorporate By holy Church, and ſmil'd vpon the hopes Of our increaſe? I, there's a contemplation that would crack Euen heart-ſtrings made of wyer. Hymens Taper But newly lighted, and he with rude breath Blowes from the quickning weeke the gawdy flame. Then in the darke, thus wilfully miſſe-takes Your bed, and riots 'tweene vnlawfull ſheets. Horror! horror! O my ſiniſter Starres! Thus I ſhall weepe Till I haue emptied all my veines. What ſhould ſuch white and harmeleſſe ſoules as we Do crawling o're this mountainous Earth? Alas, We cannot drinke, till we intoxicate A Whale, nor ſurfeit, till our greazie cheekes Doe ſwell like Th'vdders of a Cow. Nor can We kneele like warme Idolaters, vnto The ruſty metall in a bag. We want Theſe helpes to gaine vs honour and eſteeme. I haue a reſolute intent to die, And ſeeke my Manſion in a purer Orbe. But ere you doe begin your laſt walke, ith' path Inuiſible, ſome meritorious act (Ioynd to the Charter of your Creed) ſhould helpe T'aſſure your future bliſſe. O name it, ere my ſorrow ſhall decay Me ſtrength: for I would mix abilitie With will. Your Lord (foule, and ſinfull as mortalitie Can make him) Salamander-like, ſhall bathe In blue fires, vnleſſe by ſufferance here On earth, he penetrate the hearth of heauen, And ſoften their decree. It will be call'd Your merit to reuenge his crime, euen with his death. Would you haue me kill him? Since I am ſtrict to vertue, I muſt needs Be cruell vnto vice. Let him not liue To increaſe his owne guilt, and betray more Ladies. But ſhall I iuſtice take from powerfull Heauen, And vſe it with ſuch cruelty?