Dekker, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1611-c.1613; re-licensed for stage, Aug 21, 1623] (Annals) tragicomedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Sure here. It removed last, to th'shop of a milliner The gests are so set down, because you ride Like us, and steal our fashions and our tires, You'll have our Courtiers to turn shopkeepers, And fall to trading with you, ha! Alas the Court to me is an enchanted tower Wherein I'm locked by force, and bound by spells To Heaven to some, to me ten thousand hells I drink but poison in gold, stick on the top Of a high Pinnacle, like an idle vain (As the wind turns) by every breath being tossed And once blown down; not missed, but for ever lost. Out Crocodile,— You will not murder me! I'll cure you of the Kings evil.— To one woman Another should be pitiful, hear me speak? How dares so base a flower follow my Sun At's rising to his setting. I follow none. How dar'st thou Serpent wind about a tree That's mine. I do not. Or to shake the leaves. By Heaven, not any. Or once to taste the fruit Tho thrown into thy lap, if from a Harlot Prayers ever came; pray, for thou diest. Then kill me. How did my Husband win thee? By mere force; a Bawd betrayed me to him. Worse and worse. If ever I have wronged your royal bed In act, in thought, nail me for ever fast, To scape this Tiger of the Kings fierce lust I will do any thing, I will speak treason Or Drink a Cup of poison, which may blast My enticing face, and make it leprous foul: Ruin you all this, so you keep up my Soul; That's all the wealth I care for. I have now no heart left to kill thee, rise, thou and I Will like two quarrelling Gallants faster tie A knot of Love, we both i'th' Field being wounded Since we must needs be sharers, use me kindly And play not the right Citizen, to undo Your partner, who i'th' stock has more than you. Must you be closeted? Yes. What are you doing? Not getting Children. Naked knives; for what, Speak, 'sdeath speak you. They both fell from her side. You lie, away. Must you be closeted? Yes. When heart break'st thou, thou dost too much swell, This Aspish biting, is incurable. Be true to me I charge you, did the Queen Offer no violence to you. None at all. Why were these drawn, I know not. Know not; what's here, Why is this rose denied with a pearled tear. When the sunshines so warm, you know not that too, The lamb has amed the Lion, the vulture tears Upon the eagle's heart, these subtle wires Chanie Ioue, these balls, from whose flames Cupid drew, His wild fire burns here, this you know not too. I love you, that you know not neither, y'are coy, And proud, and fair, you know this,
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Sure here. It remou'd last, to th'shop of a Millaner The gests are so set downe, because you ride Like vs, and steale our fashions and our tyers, You'l haue our Courtiers to turne shopkeepers, And fall to trading with you, ha! Alas the Court to me is an inchanted tower Wherein I'me lockt by force, and bound by spels To Heauen to some, to me ten thousand Hels I drinke but poyson in gold, sticke on the top Of a high Pinnacle, like an idle vaine (As the wind turnes) by euery breath being tost And once blowne downe; not miss'd, but for euer lost. Out Crocadile,— You will not murther me! Ile cure you of the Kings euill.— To one woman Another should be pittifull, heare me speake? How dares so base a flower follow my Sunne At's rising to his setting. I follow none. How dar'st thou Serpent wind about a tree That's mine. I doe not. Or to shake the leaues. By Heauen, not any. Or once to taste the fruit Tho throwne into thy lap, if from a Harlot Prayers euer came; pray, for thou dy'st. Then kill me. How did my Husband win thee? By meere force; a Bawd betray'd me to him. Worse and worse. If euer I haue wrong'd your royall bed In act, in thought, nayle me for euer fast, To scape this Tyger of the Kings fierce lust I will doe any thing, I will speake treason Or Drinke a Cup of poyson, which may blast My inticing face, and make it leprous foule: Ruine you all this, so you keepe vp my Soule; That's all the wealth I care for. I haue now no hart left to kill thee, rise, thou and I Will like two quarrelling Gallants faster tye A knot of Loue, we both i'th Field being wounded Since we must needs be sharers, vse me kindly And play not the right Citizen, to vndoe Your partner, who 'ith stocke has more than you. Must you be closetted? Yes. What are you doing? Not getting Children. Naked kniues; for what, Speake, s'death speake you. They both fell from her side. You lie, away. Must you be closetted? Yes. When hart break'st thou, thou dost too much swell, This Aspish biting, is incurable. Be true to me I charge you, did the Queene Offer no violence to you. None at all. Why were these drawne, I know not. Know not; what's heere, Why is this rose deni'd with a pearled teare. When the sunneshines so warme, you know not that too, The lambe has am'd the Lyon, the vulture tyers Vpon the Eagles hart, these subtill wyers Chanie Ioue, these balls, from whose flames Cupid drew, His wild fire burnes heere, this you know not too. I loue you, that you know not neither, y'are coy, And proud, and faire, you know this,