The School of Compliment (Love Tricks) · chunk 31 of 44
Shirley, James · published 1631 · first performed or written 1625 [licensed for stage, Feb 11] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
There is, and out of that experience we Have in these woods, of simples, I doubt not, But to apply a remedy. He will be worthy of your care herein, And should he be, which I cannot imagine, Ingrateful to your skill, I would reward it, And call you mother, or my sister for it. It seems you have some relation to him. Indeed he is the dearest friend I had: And if my blood were powerful to restore him, I'd spend it like a prodigal. I know Selina. Ha, do you know Selina? she's married to Rufaldo, the old Usurer, that went to bed afore to his money, and begat forty i'th' hundred: now he beds Selina, And lays his rude hand o'er her sacred breast, Embraceth her fair body, now he dares Kiss her, and suck Ambrosia from her lip. Those eyes that grace the day, now shine on him, He her Endymion, she his silver Moon, The tongue that's able to rock Heaven asleep, And make the music of the Spheres stand still, To listen to the happier airs it makes, And mend their tunes by it: that voice is now Devoted to his ears, those cheeks, those hands, Would make gods proud to touch, are by his touch Profaned every hour: oh, this makes me mad, But I will fit 'em for it, for I'll die, It may be then she'll weep, and let fall tears Upon my grave-stone, which shall be of marble, And hard like her, that if she pour out floods, No drops shall sink thorough it to soften me, I will be wrapped in Lead to keep out prayers, For then I know, she'll beg I would be friends: But then I will be just, and hate her love, As she did mine, and laugh to see her grieve. Come, I will fetch Selina to you, if you will sleep. Will you then? I will live, & you shall be my best boy. Come, I scorn to weep, or shed another tear: Sit down, I'll have a Garland for my Boy, Of Phoenix feathers: Flowers are too mean To sit upon thy temples; in thy face Are many Gardens, Spring had never such: The Roses and the Lilies of thy cheeks Are slips of Paradise, not to be gathered, But wondered at. But you said you would sleep: when slept you last? I remember, before I loved, but that I know not when I slept soundly, and dreamed of gathering Nosegays. 'Tis unlucky to dream of herbs and flowers. For Selina's sake I'll try my best skill on him, Get him to sleep, your presence I see is powerful, yonder's a pleasant Arbour, procure him thither while I prepare the herbs, whose precious juice may with heaven's blessing make him well again. A thousand blessings on you. Come, sir, go with me, and when you have slept, I'll fetch Salina to you.
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There is, and out of that experience we Haue in these woods, of simples, I doubt not, But to apply a remedy. He will be worthy of your care herein, And should he be, which I cannot imagine, Ingratefull to your skill, I would reward it, And call you mother, or my sister for it. It seemes you haue some relation to him. Indeed he is the dearest friend I had: And if my blood were powerfull to restore him, Ide spend it like a prodigall. I know Selina. Ha, doe you know Selina? she's married to Rufaldo, the old Vsurer, that went to bed afore to his money, and begate forty ith' hundred: now he beds Selina, And layes his rude hand o're her sacred brest, Embraceth her faire body, now he dares Kisse her, and suck Ambrosia from her lip. Those eyes that grace the day, now shine on him, He her Endimion, she his siluer Moone, The tongue that's able to rock Heauen asleepe, And make the musicke of the Spheres stand still, To listen to the happier aires it makes, And mend their tunes by it: that voice is now Deuoted to his eares, those cheekes, those hands, Would make gods proud to touch, are by his touch Profaned uery houre: oh, this makes me mad, But I will fit 'em for it, for Ile die, It may be then she'le weepe, and let fall teares Vpon my graue-stone, which shall be of marble, And hard like her, that if she powre out floods, No drops shall sinke thorow it to soften me, I will be wrapt in Lead to keepe out praiers, For then I know, shee'le beg I would be friends: But then I will be iust, and hate her loue, As she did mine, and laugh to see her grieue. Come, I will fetch Selina to you, if you will sleepe. Will you then? I will liue, & you shall be my best boy. Come, I scorne to weepe, or shead another teare: Sit downe, Ile haue a Garland for my Boy, Of Phoenix feathers: Flowers are too meane To sit vpon thy temples; in thy face Are many Gardens, Spring had neuer such: The Roses and the Lillies of thy cheekes Are slips of Paradise, not to be gathered, But wondred at. But you said you would sleepe: when slept you last? I remember, before I lou'd, but that I know not when I slept soundly, and dreamt of gathering Nosegayes. 'Tis vnlucky to dreame of hearbs and flowers. For Selina's sake Ile try my best skill on him, Get him to sleepe, your presence I see is powerfull, yonder's a pleasant Arbour, procure him thither while I prepare the hearbs, whose precious iuyce may with Heauens blessing make him well againe. A thousand blessings on you. Come, sir, goe with me, and when you haue slept, Ile fetch Salina to you.