Fletcher, Phineas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 13] (Annals) pastoral · at University T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.76 · 548 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Perindus then mightst thou have seen how love Is not more bold than fearful, he that strove And conquered such a monster with a dart To her fair eyes yields up his heart Ah hadst thou seen how fearful modesty Joined with chaste love did chide the hungry eye Which having long abstained and long time fasted Some of those dainties now would fain have tasted Ah hast thou seen which such fit time he got How love to much remembering love forgot How th' eye which such a monster did outface Durst not look up upon her eye to gaze How th' hand which such a bold fight undertook When her it touched as with a palsy shook. As all that saw it thou wouldst soon have said That never lived so fortunate a maid. Most happy such a danger to recover More happy far by having such a lover. And hark the Fishers home the victor bringing Chant loud his conquest, his due praises singing. Olinda if thou yield not now The ork less monstrous was then thou No monster to the eye more hateful Than beauty to desert ungrateful Yield then thy heart and hand And sing along this sand Love rule heaven, sea, and land. Atyches how farest thou? O let these arms enlace thee methinks I hold half heaven when I embrace thee. Will Perindus go with us to the temple? Most willingly and when thou once art there Then 'tis a temple I may justly swear. Yet more larboard! hol up against that wave now starboard! I think we are upon the shallow Hold in Cancrone I smell the shore Nay by your leave 'twas I that smelled it, for I am sure my nose kissed it. Take hold of the stretcher, and then fasten the rope. A rope stretch all such bottle-head boatmen, had it been my lot to have been Master at sea as 'tis yours, we had near taken such a journey in such a flyboat, such a sows-ear, such an eggshell. Come help to lave her. It's a true she boot I warrant she leaks brackish all the year long. Will you come Sir you are yet in my jurisdiction on the water. Will you scale the fish sir, will you bring forth the nets sir, will you spread them upon the rocks sir you are at my demand Sir upon the land, we'll be known in our place (Scrocca drinks) is that your laving. Ah ha this is something fresher than Neptune's salt potion, seest not what a pickle I am in, but O those Scylla's bandogs (bough wow) our boat bepissed herself for fear. I and thou thyself for company; faith we were almost in Thetis powdering tub, but now Scrocca lets off with our liquour: Sirrah half to this blue-beard Neptune, but he gets not one drop on't. I and withal remember the roaring boy Boreas (puff puff) hold: you bear your poop too high Cancrone, you'd need go pump. So methinks my brain is somewhat warmer now my wirt gear's on. Let Neptune rage and roar and foam For now Cancrone's safe at home. How now Cancrone! what? poesied? Why Scrocca is it such a matter for a waterman to be a poet nowadays?
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Perindus then mightst thou haue seene how loue Is not more bold then fearefull, he that stroue And conquered such a monster with a dart To her faire eyes yeelds vp his heart Ah hadst thou seene how fearefull modestie Ioynd with chast loue did chide the hungry eye Which hauing long abstaind and long time fasted Some of those dainties now would faine haue asted Ah hast thou seene which such fit time he got How loue to much remembring loue forgot How th' eye which such a monster did outface Durst not looke vp vpon her eie to gaze How th' hand which such a bould fight vndertooke When her it toucht as with a palsie shooke. As all that saw it thou wouldst soone haue sayd That neuer liu'd so fortunate a maid. Most happy such a danger to recouer More happy farre by hauing such a louer. And harke the Fishers home the victor bringing Chant lowd his conquest, his due praises singing. Olinda if thou yeeld not now The Orke lesse monstrous wa the thou No monster to the eye more hatefull Then beauty to desert vngratefull Yeeld then thy heart and hand And sing along this sand Loue rule heauen, sea, and land. Atyches how farest thou? O let these armes inlace thee Me thinks I hold halfe heauen when I imbrace thee. Will Perindu goe with vs to the temple? Most willingly and when thou once art there Then 'tis a temple may iustly sweare. Yet more larboord! hol vp against that waue now starboord! I thine we are vpon the shallow Hold in Cancrone I mell the shore Nay by your leaue 'twas I that smelt it, for I am sure my nose kist it. Take hold of the stretcher, and then fasten the rope. A rope stretch al such botle-head botemen, had it been my lot to haue bene Master at sea as 'tis yours, wee had neere taken such a iourney in uch a fly-boate, such a sows-eare, such an egge-shell. Come helpe to laue her. Its a true she boote I warrant shee leakes brackish all the yeare long. Will you come Sir you are yet in my iurisdiction on the water. Will you scale the fish sir, will you bring forth the nets sir, will you spread them vpon the rocks sir you are at my demand Sir vpon the land, wee'l be knowne in our place (Scrocca drinks) is that your lauing. Ah ha this is something fresher then Neptuns salt potion, seest not what a pickle I amin, but O those Scyllaes bandogs (bough wough) our boate bepist her selfe for feare. I and thou thy selfe for companie; faith wee were almost in Thetis powdring tub, but now Scrocca lets off with our liquor: Sirrah halfe to this blew-beard Neptune, but he gets not one drop on't. I and withall remember the roaring boy Breas (puff puff) hold: you beare your poope too high Cancrone, y'ad neede goe pumpe. So mee thinks my braine is somewhat warmer now my wirt gear's on. Let Neptune rage and roare and fome For now Concrone's safe at home. How now Cancrone! what? poefied? Why Scrocca is it such a matter for a waterman to be a poet now a daies?