Fletcher, Phineas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 13] (Annals) pastoral · at University T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.78 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Fa, la, la, fa, la, la, lah. Ah me most miserable. Ah me most miserable Wretched Glaucilla, where hast thou set thy love! Thy plaints his joy, thy tears his laughter move, Senseless of these he sings at thy lamenting, And laughs at thy hearts tormenting. Wretched Glaucilla. More wretched Perindus, Where by refusing life, thou diest, for whom Thou livest, in whom thou drawst thy joy and breath, And to accept, thy life is more than death. Perindus. Fa, la, la, fa, la, la, lah. Hapless and fond, too fond and hapless maid, Whose hate with love, whose love with hate is paid. Or learn to hate where thou hast hatred proved, Or learn to love again, where thou art loved, Thy love gets scorn: do not so dearly earn it, At least learn by forgetting to unlearn it. Ah fond and hapless maid, but much more fond Canst thou unlearn the lesson thou has con? Since then thy fixed love will leave thee never He hates thy love, leave thou his hate forever, And though his ice might quench thy love's desiring Live in his love and die in his admiring Olinda so late abroad? The sun is now at rest, heavens winking eyes All drowsy seem, love only rest denies: But thou art free as air, what is the reason? What glass is this? Prithee Glaucilla Do not thus search my souls deep rankling wound Which thou canst never help when thou hast found. Thy soul was wont to lodge within mine ear And ever, was it safely harboured there My ear is not acquainted with my tongue That either tongue or ear should do thee wrong Yet do not tell me, I'll thee. I spy Thy burning fever is thy tell-tale eye. Thou lov'st deny it not, thou lov'st Olinda In vain a chest to look up flames we seek Which now with purple fires thy blushing cheeks thouart such a mistress in thy loving art That all in vain I hide my love sick heart And yet as vain to open't now 'tis hid. Why so loves he another? I would he did. Strange wish in love, much rather had I die, Is he then perished? Yes and with him I. I prithee tell me all do not conceal it, I'll mourn with thee if that I cannot heal it. Hear then and whosoe'er mayst be a bride Learn this of me to hate thy maiden pride. Atyches thou knowest? Thy champion? The same Almost a year since he came to this town When finding me fishing along the shore Silent he angles by me, till at length Seeing me take a starfish, and fling't away He straight demands why I refused that pray The cause I said was hate, he thus replied Alas poor fish how wretched is your fate When you are killed for love saved but for hate; Yet then that fish much worse the fisher swain Who for his love by hate is causeless slain,
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Fa, la, la, fa, la, la, lah. Ah me most miserable. Ah me most miserable Wretched Glaucilla, where hast thou set thy loue! Thy plaints his ioy, thy teares his laughter moue, Sencelesse of these he sings at thy lamenting, And laughs at thy harts tormenting. Wretched Glaucilla. More wretched Perindus, Where by refusing life, thou diest, for whom Thou liuest, in whom thou drawst thy ioy and breath, And to accept, thy life is more then death. Perindus. Fa, la, la, fa, la, la, lah. Haplesse and fond, too fond and haplesse maide, Whose hate with loue, whose loue with hate is payd. Or learne to hate where thou hast hatred prou'd, Or learne to loue againe, where thou art lou'd, Thy loue gets scorne: doe not so dearely earne it, At least learne by forgetting to vnlearne it. Ah fond and haplesse maide, but much more fond Canst thou vnlearne the lesson thou has cond? Since then thy fixed loue will leaue thee neuer He hates thy loue, leaue thou his hate foreuer, And though his yce might quench thy loues desiring Liue in his loue and die in his admiring Olinda so late abroad? The sunne is now at rest, heauens winking eyes All drowsie seeme, loue onely rest denies: But thou art free as aire, what is the reason? What glasse is this? Prethee Glaucilla Doe not thus search my soules deepe ranckling wound Which thou canst neuer helpe when thou hast found. Thy soule was wont to lodge within mine eare And euer, was it safely harboured there My eare is not accquainted with my tongue That eyther tongue or ear should doe thee wrong Yet doe not tell me, I'le thee I spie Thy burning feauer is thy teltale eye. Thou loust deny it not, thou loust Olinda In vaine a chest to loke vp flames we seeke Which now with purple fires thy blushing cheekes Th'art such a mistris in thy louing art That all in vaine I hide my oue sicke heart And yet as vaine to open't now tis hid. Why so loues hee another? I would he did. Strange wih in loue, much rather had I die, Is he then perisht? Yes and with him I. I prethee tell me all doe not conceale it, Ile mourne with thee if that I cannot heale it. Heare then and who so ere maiyst be a bride Learne this of me to hate thy maiden pride. Atyches tho knowest? Thy champion? The same Almost a yeare since he came to this towne When finding mee fishing along the shore Silent he angles by mee, till at length Seeing mee take a stafish, and fling't away He straight demands why I refus'd that pray The cause I said was hate, he thus replied Alas poore fish how wretch'ed is your fate When you are kild for loue sau'd but for hate; Yet then that fish much worse the fisher swaine Who for his loue by hate is causeles slaine,