Davenant, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Oct 2] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
There— 'tis to reach back the heart I gave ye— You spirits that secure the property Of humane love, be still official here! Why should we not for ever thus remain, Incorporate, and conjoined. 'tis sympathy, And love, that gives the world continuance And life. Each species Love preserves. 'tis love That makes th'eternal Wisdom thus forbear The silly crimes of dull humanity: And suffers us, like each delighted fly, To play the trivial wantons in his eye. You preach of love, but your obedience would More pleasure me. This argues thy revolt! And is a stratagem against nature. Thou wouldst usurp the Charter of the male, 'tis my confession, that thy dowry was vast And opulent, and such as may support Thy titles, and thy birth, with all the pride And cunning of magnificence. Let my Sincere phrase instruct thy heart. Reassume The blushes of thy youth; with timorous Modesty behave thy gesture and thy tongue, And then, thou shalt stand up exemplary To all triumphant Courts: the envy of The Eastern Queens: th'Astrologers mistake, Who shall direct their Optics unto thee, As to a new and unknown Star. Sister!— The small Musicians of the air (whom Queens With mimic falconry do perch upon Their fists) shall be thy food. Thy maids shall eat Young Pelicans, and Squirrels hearts. excellent! Thy beverage shall be prophetic, and Divine; for thou shalt drink that sovereign dew, That hangs upon the frighted Lilies cheek, And brewed with Syrens tears, such as they shed In real obsequies. O bounteous Sir!— The soft entrail o'th' Persian worm, th'ermine's Pale fur, shall clothe thy limbs. More precious still! Those gums and spices which the Arabian bird, Collects to make her tragic piles, shall be Thy winter fuel. Pretty Sir, proceed! Thou shalt have Marmosets, and Dwarfs, the male And female too, to procreate in thy house; That thy delights may ever be renewed. Thy jewels shall increase, as if the loved Indies were thy Quarry. Th'almighty Sun Shall rise, and see a nobler day break from Thy Cabinet, then yet the illustrious East Ere knew. But how will you perform these hopes? The miracle, and power, do both consist, In my large wealth. Death on my Tribe! Your wealth? ay, my sweet Love. Your wealth? This iteration Scarce will delight, if it be negative. Canst thou persist in such accursed schism? Did you not then intend, when you endowed Me with your wealth, that I should call it mine? By heaven not I. I forfeited the love O'th' great Duke (my Uncle) to marry thee; That wert a thing shrunk from thy fate, and lost Unto the lips and eyes of men; but yet In most assured hope, that thou wouldst prove, An humble and obedient husband. thouart more impudent, than the Basilisk, Who stares i'th' blessed face of man, until He kill him with his eyes.
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There— 'tis to reach backe the heart I gaue ye— You ſpirits that ſecure the propertie Of humane loue, be ſtill officiall heere! Why ſhould we not for euer thus remaine, Incorporate, and conioyn'd. Tis ſympathie, And loue, that giues the world continuance And life. Each ſpecies Loue preſerues. Tis loue That makes th'eternall Wiſedome thus forbeare The ſilly crimes of dull humanitie: And ſuffers vs, like each delighted flie, To play the triuiall wantons in his eye. You preach of loue, but your obedience would More pleaſure me. This argues thy reuolt! And is a ſtratagem againſt nature. Thou wouldſt vſurpe the Charter of the male, Tis my confeſſion, that thy dowre was vaſte And opulent, and ſuch as may ſupport Thy titles, and thy birth, with all the pride And cunning of magnificence. Let my Sincere phraſe inſtruct thy heart. Reaſſume The bluſhes of thy youth; with timerous Modeſtie behaue thy geſture and thy tongue, And then, thou ſhalt ſtand vp exemplary To all triumphant Courts: the enuie of The Eaſterne Queenes: th'Aſtrologers miſtake, Who ſhall direct their Opticks vnto thee, As to a new and vnknowne Starre. Siſter!— The ſmall Muſitions of the aire (whom Queene With mimicke falconrie doe pearch vpon Their fiſts) ſhall be thy food. Thy maides ſhall eate Young Pelicanes, and Squirils hearts. Exc'lent! Thy beuiridge ſhall be propheticke, and Diuine; for thou ſhalt drinke that ſou'raigne dew, That hangs vpon the frighted Lillies cheeke, And brew'd with Syrens teares, ſuch as they ſhed In reall obſequies. O bounteous Sir!— The ſoft entraile o'th Perſian worme, th'Ermines Palefur, ſhall cloth thy limmes. More precious ſtill! Thoſe gums and ſpices which the Arabian bird, Collects to make her tragicke piles, ſhall be Thy winter fewell▪ Prettie Sir, proceed! Thou ſhalt haue Marmaſets, and Dwarfs, the male And female too, to procreate in thy houſe; That thy delights may euer be renew'd. Thy Iewels ſhall increaſe, as if the lou'd Indies were thy Quarrie. Th'Almightie Sunne Shall riſe, and ſee a nobler day breake from Thy Cabinet, then yet the illuſtrious Eaſt Ere knew. But how will you performe theſe hopes? The miracle, and power, doe both conſiſt, In my large wealth. Death on my Tribe! Your wealth? I, my ſweet Loue. Your wealth? This iteration Scarce will delight, if it be negatiue. Canſt thou perſiſt in ſuch accurſed ſchiſme? Did you not then intend, when you endow'd Me with your wealth, that I ſhould call it mine? By heauen not I. I forfeited the loue O'th'great Duke (my Vnkle) to marry thee; That wert a thing ſhrunke from thy fate, and loſt Vnto the lippes and eyes of men; but yet In moſt aſſured hope, that thou wouldſt prooue, An humble and obedient husband. Th'art more impudent, then the Baſiliske, Who ſtares i'th bleſſed face of man, vntill He kill him with his eyes.