Fletcher, Phineas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 13] (Annals) pastoral · at University T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.81 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Thou speakest of thy Rimbombo, that myrtle groves which love the winding shores, deserve to be to Venus consecrate, as faster friends to lovers, than the woods and caves of all the Mounts of Sicily, whose Nymphs do coily shun and mock our troops, you come somewhat before your time, Rimbombo, And Yet in love prevention is no crime: Lovers may come before, not out of time. And truly I wish, y''had come a little sooner. even now a mongrel crabbed fisher swain Laid siege to this unconquered fort. What wight of bravest blood by sea and land dares share with me in Cosma's love? by Polypheme my sea-bred fire I vow, the sand on which he treads, is not so small, as shall this pestle make his pounded bones. Nay now he treadeth not upon these sands, but is fled up to the hills, and shortly thence will of himself come tumbling down to me. I would he durst: I never yet but once did taste of fisher's blood, 'tis jolly sweet: come fisher, this way or that way I am for you at both weapons, club or teeth: let's to the grove, see, every myrtle tree bids war to fisher's peace, and joy to me. Why weeps my Cosma? Sweet, fear not that which thou desirest. Sweet Cyclops, meanst thou to ravish me? O heavens thine own appointed time and place, thine, own sweet Cyclops, and can ravishment?— Why this know; we Nymphs that long live chaste, and wear our girdle of virginity— but lo, Diana stops my tongue, she bends her deadly bow, I dare not. Speak on, here's none but trees, and thy trusty true Rimbombo. By that bright flame which like one only sun gives day toth' sphere of thy majestic face, I thee adjure, that thou disclose to none this sacred mystery. Not: to my mother: no not in my dream: say on we neither yield, nor take in love delight, Until our girdle first be once unplight By lovers' hands, and then about his waist, By our own hands the same be tied fast. Now all is out. A pretty piece of work, my hands do their office nimbly I have unfettered thee, come put this sweet yoke on me. Nay turn about, it must be tied contrary to other girdles, just behind. Stand nearer to me, yet near. As close as thou wilt, Cosma; I would your filthy fisher saw us now, 't would make his teeth water. Hang him stinking Lobster, he dares not look upon any of thy kin: his haddock eyes would start out of his head, if he should see but one hair of Rimbombo's head. How long wilt thou be tying me? The more knots I tie, the faster will my love be to you: but you'll be prating of this secret, when you come home among your mounting Nymphs. If I do, then geld me: hast thou done? I have but three knots to tie: they are all true knots.
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Thou speakest of thy Rimbombo, that myrtle groues which loue the winding shores, deserue to bee to Venus consecrate, as faster friend to louers, then the woods and caues of all the Mounts of Sicily, whose Nymph do coyly shunne and mocke our troopes, you come somewhat before your time, Rimbombo, And Yet in loue preuention is no crime: Louers may come before, not out of time. And truly I wish, y'had come a little sooner. uen now a mongell crabbed fisher swaine Laid siege to this vnconquered fort. What wight of brauest blood by sea and land dares share with mee in Cosmaes loue? by Polypheme my sea-bred fire I vow, the sand on which he treads, is not so small, as shall this pestell make his pounded bones. Nay now he treadeth not vpon these sands, but is fled vp to the hills, and shortly thence will of himselfe come tumbling downe to mee. I would he durst: I neuer yet but once did tast of fishers blood, tis iollie sweete: come fisher, this way or that way I am for you at both weapons, club or teeth: let's to the groue, see, euery mirtle tree bids warre to fishers peace, and ioy to mee. Why weepes my Cosma? Sweete, feare not that which thou desirest. Sweete Cyclops, meanst thou to rauish mee? O heauens thine owne appointed time and place, thine, owne sweete Cyclops, and can rauishment?— Why this know; wee Nymphs that long liue chast, and weare our girdle of virginity — but lo, Diana stops my tongue, shee bends her deadly bow, I dare not. Speake on, here's none but trees, and thy trutie true Rimbombo. By that bright flame which like one only sunne giues day to'th spheare of thy maiesticke face, I thee adiure, that thou disclose to none this sacred mysterie. Not: to my mother: no not in my dreame: say on Wee neither yeeld, nor take in loue delight, Vntill our girdle fist be once vnplight By louers hands, and then about his wast, By our owne hands the same be tied fast. Now all is out. A pretty piece of work, my hands do their office nimbly I haue vnfettered thee, come put this sweete yoke on mee. Nay turne about, it must be tied contrarie to other girdles, iust behind. Stand neerer to mee, yet neere. As close as thou wilt, Cosma; I would your filthy fisher saw vs now, 't would make his teeth water. Hang him stinking Lobster, he dares not look vpon any of thy kinne: his haddocke eyes would start out of his head, if he should see but one haire of Rimbomboes head. How long wilt thou be tying mee? The more knots I tie, the faster will my loue be to you: but you'l be prating of this secret, when you come home among yor mounting Nymphs. If I doe, then ged mee: hast thou done? I haue but three knots to tie: they are all true knots.