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 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Ha: this is he, I'll stand and overhear him. So: I am alone, there's none but I, My grief, my love, my wonted company, And which best fits a grieved lover's sprite, The silent stars and solitary night. Tell me heavens sentinels that compass round This ball of earth, on earth was never found A love like mine, so long, so truly served, Whose wage is hate, have all my pains deserved Contempt? mine and her; for she dear affected: The more I loved, the more I was neglected. Since thou canst love where thou hast hatred proved, Olinda, how canst thou hate where thou art loved? Thy body is mine by conquest, but I find, Thy body is not always with thy mind. Give both or none, or if but one, o'th' two Give me thy mind, and let thy body go. If this without thy mind I only have, What giv'st thou more to me then to thy grave? Prove me, my dear, what canst thou hate in me? Unless my love, my love still bent on thee? My name's Thalander, perhaps it doth displease thee, I will refuse my name, if that may ease thee. Thalander to exile we'll still confine, And I'll be Atyches, so I be thine. Thalander? is't possible? I oft suspected How he is altered! not himself! is't possible? Yet what thou hat'st, thy brother loves as well. Tell me, my dearest love, what have I done? What has Thalander done? ah tell me. More Than thousand such as she can ne'er restore, Thalander; start not; how have my eyes deceived me? Ah, let me bless my arms with thy embraces. My dear, Thalander, my only life, my heart, My soul, O of my soul the better part. Is't thee I hold; I scarce dare trust mine eyes, Which thus deceived me by their former lies. Thou welcom'st misery while thine arms enfold me. I am the blessedst man that lives to hold thee. My heart doth dance to find thee. Ah Perindus, When lest thou thinkst, thou art deceived most, myself, my love, my labour I have lost, When I have lost myself, to find my love. In losing of thy fame, thoust found She loves thee friend most dearly, And though she thought thy love would be her death, Yet for and in thy love, she'd lose her breath, And nothing else should grieve her in the end She had one life for such a love to spend. Do not deceive me. Why shouldst thou mistrust me? Perindus, my joy, by too much joy enjoying, I feel not half my joy, by overjoying. herself shall speak it. Come, let's go. 'Tis night! she'll think it day, when thou art in her sight. Lead me, for yet my mind, too much affected To have it so, makes truth itself suspected.
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Ha: this is he, I'le stand and ouerheare him. So: I am alone, ther's none but I, My griefe, my loue, my wonted compay, And which best fits a grieued louers sprite, The silent stars and solitarie night. Tell mee heauens sentinels that compasse round This ball of earth, on earth was neuer found A loue like mine, o long, so truly ser'd, Whose wage is hate, haue all my paines deseru'd Contempt? mine and her; for shee deare affected: The more I lou'd, the more I was neglected. Since thou canst loue where thou hast hatred prou'd, Olinda, how canst thou hate where thou art lou'd? Thy body is mine by conquest, but I find, Thy bodie is not alwayes with thy mind. Giue both o none, or if but one, o'th'two Giue mee thy mind, and let thy bodie goe. If this without thy minde I only haue What giu'st thou more to me then to thy graue? Prooue mee, my deare, what canst thou hate in mee? Vnlesse my loue, my loue still bent on thee? My name's Thalander, perhaps it doth displease thee, I will refuse my name, if that may ease thee. Thalander to exile wee'l still confine, And 'le be Atyches, so I bee thine. Thalander? i'st possible? I oft suspected How he is altered! not himselfe! i'st possible? Yet what thou hat'st, thy brother loues as well. Tell me, my dearest loue, what haue I done? What has Thalander done? ah tell mee. More Then thousand such as she can nere retore, Thalander; start not; how haue my eyes deceiu'd me? Ah, let me blesse my armes with thy embraces. My deare, Thalander, my only life, my heart, My soule, O of my soule the better part. Ist thee I hold; I scarce dare trust mine eyes, Which thus deceiu'd mee by their former lies. Thou welcomst miserie while thine armes infold mee I am the blessedst man that liues to hold thee. My heart doth dance to finde thee. Ah Perindus, When least thou thinkst, thou art deceiued most, My selfe, my loue, my labour I haue lost, When I haue lost my selfe, to finde my loue. In losing of thy fame, th'ast found She loues thee friend most dearely, And though she thought thy loue would be her death Yet for and in thy loue, shee'd lose her breath, And nothing else should grieue her in the end She had one life for such a loue to spend. Doe not deceiue me. Why shouldst thou mistrust me? Perindus, my ioy, by too much ioy enioying, I feele not halfe my ioy, by ouer-ioying. Her selfe hall speake it. Come, let's goe. 'Tis night! Shee'l thinke it day, when thou art in her sight. Lead me, for yet my mind, too much affected To haue it so, makes truth it selfe suspected.