Fletcher, Phineas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 13] (Annals) pastoral · at University T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.86 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Do you not blush to cast your love upon a man, Whose love is as himself an alien? to thine own Thou mak'st thee strange, familiar to unknown. Pish, thou art foolish, did I ever bind thee to me Only? why shouldst thou then confine me To thy sole passion? so oft before You men have changed, that you can change no more: From bad to worse, from worse, to worst of all: There lie you now, and can no lower fall: And as you wished that we should never rove, We pray as fast, that you at length could move. Cease then for shame to rail at women's ranging: When men begin, women will leave their changing. Farewell. Nay soft, I am dog well bitten, And will not part so easily with my prey, I have not tasted venison many a day. I cannot well deny thee, 'tis thy right: Thou well hast purchased it, this be thy right. Ha, ha, he: this old dry stubble, how it cracks i'th' burning! alas poor sapless oak: 'tis time 'twere down, I stayed till he was ready, all unready, but when he 'gan to put on his spectacles, away slipped I: he'll do my mistress little hurt. Spectacles! hah, ha, he! now for my loving Lobster, this is his time; and if the Cyclops too do keep his promise, O what rare compound of mirth I'll make, while the one with shame, the other with fear I'll take! The fish comes already to the net. To all I speak, but I tell no man, Whether I love Nymph or woman. Tell not me, but tell the rocks, Not words must disciple you but knocks. I am out of your debt for a rhyme. I think she knew my cue, The charm begins to work already. I know not how this fisher's hook hath caught me, I ever for his rudeness love him: 'tis the badge of innocency. Somewhat rude if you will, but innocent in your face. O those glearing eyes that dart the beams, The beams that drowned my heart with fiery streams. Now to Cupid's arrow tree, and she sinks downright condoling; Cosma, I have pity on thee, but it beseems a man of my confession, to have a negligent care of his good reparation abroad in the world and elsewhere; I would be loath to be seen in my love-work, i'll mount the tree and scry the coast. Stay not, but come again thyself, sweet heart, to receive me. O ho, here's abundance of people, abundance a lookers on, I dare not love thee before them all, we'll into the myrtle grove present. Quickly return, my love, return Cancrone my dearest. Stand forth Cosma, and say on till thou come to that, I cry, I die, I lie. I spy him now approaching, What though he be all rags in his limbs? what though his gesture taste of violence? we Nymphs, they say, like not such wooers worst.
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Doe you not blush to cast your loue vpon a man, Whose loue is as himselfe an alien? to thine owne Thou mak'st thee strange, familiar to vnknowne. Psh, thou art foolish, did I euer binde thee to me Only? why shouldst thou then confine me To thy sole passion? so oft before You men haue chang'd, that you can change no more: From bad to worse, from worse, to worst of all: There lie you now, and can no lower fall: And as you wisht that we should neuer roue, We pray as fast, that you at length could moue. Cease then for shame to raile at womens ranging: When men begin, women will leaue their changing. Farewell. Nay soft, I am dog well bitten, And will not part so easily with my prey, I haue not tasted venison many a day. I cannot well deny thee, 'tis thy right: Thou well hast purchast it, this be thy right. Ha, ha, he: this old dry stubble, how it crackes i'th' burning! alas poore saplesse oake: 'tis time 'twere down, I stayd till he was ready, all vnready, but when he 'gan to put on his spectacles, away slipt I: hee'l doe my mistris little hurt. Spectacles! hah, ha, he! now for my louing Lobster, this is his time; and if the Cyclops too doe keepe his promise, O what rare compound of mirth I'le make, while the one with sha'me, the other with feare I'le take! The fish comes alreadie to the net. To all I speake, but I tell no man, Whether I loue Nymph or woman. Tell not mee, but tell the rocks, Not words must disciple you but knocks. I am out of your debt for a rime. I thinke shee knew my cue, The charme begins to worke already. I know not how this fishers hooke hath caught mee, I euer for his rudenesse loue him: 'tis the badge of innocencie. Somewhat rude if you will, but innocent in your face. O those glearing eyes that dart the beames, The beames that drownd my heart with fierie streames. Now to Cupids arrowe tree, and she sinks downe-right condoling; Cosma, I haue pitty on thee, but it beseemes a man of my confession, to haue a negligent care of his good reparation abroad in the world and else-where; I would be loth to be seene in my loue-worke, i'le mount the tree and scry the coast. Stay not, but come againe thy selfe, sweete heart, to receiue me. O ho, here's bundance of people, bundance a lookers on, I dare not loue thee before them all, wee'l into the myrtle groue present. Quickly returne, my loue, returne Cancrone my dearest. Stand forth Cosma, and say on till thou come to that, I cry, I dye, I lye. I spie him now approaching, What though he be all ragges in his limbs? what though his gesture taste of violence? we Nymphes, they say, like not such wooers worst.