Fletcher, Phineas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 13] (Annals) pastoral · at University unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
If thou seest Atyches, send him hither friend; Of all the plagues that torture souls in hell, Tantal, thy punishment doth most excel. For present goods, thy evil most express, Making thee unhappy in thy happiness. Such are my pains: my blessedness torments me, I see, and may enjoy what more torments me. My life than love, I rather would forsake, Yet for my life, my love I dare not take. Glaucilla, couldst thou see this wretched breast, What torments in it never resting rest, Whom now thou thinkst the cause of all thy grieving, Than thou wouldst judge the wretchedst creature living. She's here. Perindus, whither goest thou? the day's enough To show thy scorn, the night was made for rest. For shame if not for love, let night relieve me: Take not that from me, which thou wilt not give me. know'st thou this place? even here thou first didst vow, Which I believe, and still methinks even now Cannot unbeliev't, that when thy constant heart, From his first only vowed love should start, These waving seas should stand, whose rocks remove Fa, la, la, fa, la, la, lah. O dancing levity, you steady rocks, Still stand you still? his faith he lightly mocks. Ye fleeting waves, why do you never stand? His words, his love, his oaths, are writ in sand. In rocks and seas I find more sense and loving, The rock less hard than he, the sea less moving. Didst never see the rocks in sailing move? Not move, but seem me to move. My picture right. What says Perindus? Ha, ha, he, how scurvily grief laughs! Perindus, by all the vows I here conjure thee; The vow that on thy soul thou didst assure me, Tell me why thus my love thou false refusest? Why me thy faith thyself thou thus deceivest? Ay me. How fares my love? Ah Glaucilla. I know thou canst not hate me. I cannot hate, but laugh, and dance and sport, This is not hate, Glaucilla, 'tis not hate. Canst thou Perindus thus delude me? I've lived enough, farewell: thou last hast viewed me. Glaucilla? How canst thou speak that hated name? Stay: To be mocked? Stay, i'll tell thee all. methinks this forced mirth does not beseem thee: Sure 'tis not thine, it comes not from thy heart. Glaucilla, call back thy wish, seek not to know Thine or my death, thou winst thine overthrow. Thy grief is common, I have my part in thine: Take not that from me which is justly mine. if I had any joy, it were thine own, But grant me to be wretched all alone. Now all thy grief is mine, but it unhiding, Half thou wilt take away, by half dividing. Thou seekst my love, it is my love to hide it, And I shall show more hate, when I divide it. Thy love thus hid, to me much hatred proves, Unhide thy hate, this hate will show it loves: Glaucilla, while my griefs untouched rest, My better part seems quiet in thy breast.
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If thou seest Atyches, send him hither friend; Of all the plagues that torture soules in hll, Tantle, thy punishment doth most excell. For present goods, thy euill most expresse, Making thee vnhappy in thy happinesse. Such are my paines: my blessednes torments mee, I see, and may enioy what more torments me. My life then loue, I rather would forsake, Yet for my life, my loue I dare not take. Glaucilla, couldst thou see this wretched brest, What torments in it neuer resting rest, Whom now thou thinkst the cause of all thy greeuing, Then thou wouldst iudge the wretchedst creature liuing. She's here. Perindus, whither goest thou? the day's enough To shew thy scorne, the night was made for rest. For shame if not for loue, let night relieue me: Take not that from mee, which thou wilt not giue me. Knowst thou this place? euen here thou first didst vow, Which I beleeue, and still me thinkes euen now Cannot vnbeleeu't, that when thy constant heart, From his first onely vowed loue should start, These wauing seas should stand, whose rocks remoue Fa, la, la, fa, la, la, lah. O dancing leuity, you steady rocks, Still stand you still? his fayth he lightly mocks. Yee leeting waues, why doe you neuer stand? His words, his loue, his oathes, are writ in sand. In rocks and seas I finde more sense and louing, The rocke lesse hard then he, the sea lesse mouing. Didst neuer see the rockes in sayling moue? Not moue, but so me to mou. My picture right. What says Perindus? Ha, ha, he, how scuruily griefe laughs! Perindus, by all the vowes I here coniure thee The vow that on thy soule thou didst assure me, Tell me why thus my loue thou false refusest? Why me thy fayth thy selfe thou thus deceiuest? Ay me. How fares my loue? Ah Glaucilla. I know thou cant not hate me. I cannot hate, but laugh, and dance and sport, This is not hate, Glaucilla, 'tis not hate. Canst thou Perindus thus delude me? I'ue liu'd enough, farewell: thou laft hast viewd mee. Glaucilla? How canst thou speake that hated name? Stay: To be mockt? Stay, i'le tell thee all. Me thinks this forced mirth does not beseeme thee: Sure 'tis not thine, it comes not from thy heart. Glaucilla, call backe thy wish, seeke not to know Thine or my death, thou winst thine ouerthrow. Thy griefe is common, I haue my part in thine: Take not that from me which is iustly mine. if I had any ioy, it were thine owne, But grant me to be wretched all alone. Now all thy griefe is mine, but it vnhiding, Halfe thou wilt take away, by halfe diuiding. Thou seekst my loue, it is my loue to hide it, And I shall shew more hate, when I diuide it. Thy loue thus hid, to me much hatred proues, Vnhide thy hate, this hate will shew it loues: Glaucilla, while my griefes vntouched rest, My better part seemes quiet in thy brest.