Marmion, Shackerley · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [Dec] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · Salisbury Court T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.86 · 535 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Sweet hear me; It is a penance that I live reserved, Because my love to you was made abortive, But when due time shall perfect in her womb, And bring it forth anew unto the birth: I will surrender up myself, and it, To your dispose: Let it suffice the while, I am no haunter of your public meetings, No entertainer, nor no visitor. Nor did I ever trust my wandering eyes, To view the glittering vanity of the world, Nor ever yet did sit a guilty witness To a lascivious, and untuned discourse, Sounding to their fantastic actions. But I must begone favour at your hands, And suffer no repulse. What is't? It may offend you. It shall not. Then know that I have boasted of your beauty. Nay more, exposed thy virtues to the trial. You have not prostituted them on Stalls, To have the vulgar fingers sweat upon them, As they do use upon your Plays and Pamphlets? I am engaged to bring a Lord to see you. A Lord. And you must use all art for his content, With Music, Songs, and dancing, such as are The stirrers of hot appetites. Profane, And idle wretch, to cast away thy hopes, Upon a Pandarly profession. Or didst thou think, that I could be corrupted, To personate a strumpet's dalliance? I grieve for thee. Be gone, henceforth I'll live Immured for ever, as an Anchorist, From him, and thee, since thou hast wronged my love. Mistake me not, the difference twixt the Poles Is not so great, as betwixt me, and baseness: Nor is't a sinister intent to make Your favours stale, and common as a drug, Which are so dear to me, that both the Indies Are not of equal value to engross, But for a noble and peculiar end. This seems to me a Paradox. 'Tis true. If it be so, 'tis granted, speak it free. Then if you please to grant relief To my desires, take them in brief; I would have you first express All the skill that comeliness Can invent, to make you seem Fair, and pleasant, as loves Queen. When she Anchises came to kiss On the Banks of Simois. Call the graces, and suborn Them thy beauty to adorn, Thy face, the table where love writes A thousand stories of delights: Make it all over, smooth and plain, But see you shadow it with disdain. Weave a net out of thy hair, A subtle net, that may ensnare Such fond souls as shall aspire To come near the holy fire Of thine eyes, which were of late, By Cupid's torch illuminate. Use all the delusive art That may captivate his heart. What's your intent in this? I'll have him punished. He casts aspersions of disloyalty, On all your sex, and you shall vindicate them When he is plunged in love irrevocable, As conquered by thy all subduing look, Than you shall bind him to conditions, As I shall first instruct you, shall redeem Him from his folly, and next clear your honour. Your will's a law, and shall not be withstood, When my ill's quited with another's good. MArgery, go call your Mistress. What is she?
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Sweet heare me; It is a penance that I liue reſeru'd, Becauſe my loue to you was made abortiue, But when due time ſhall perfect in her wombe, And bring it forth anew unto the birth: I will ſurrender up my ſelfe, and it, To your diſpoſe: Let it ſuffice the while, I am no haunter of your publike meetings, No entertainer, nor no viſiter. Nor did I euer truſt my wandring eyes, To view the glittering vanitie of the world, Nor euer yet did ſit a guilty witneſſe To a laſcivious, and untun'd diſcourſe, Sounding to their phantaſticke actions. But I muſt begone favour at your hands, And ſuffer no repulſe. What is't? It may offend you. It ſhall not. Then know that I have boaſted of your beauty. Nay more, expos'd thy vertues to the triall. You haue not proſtituted them on Stalls, To haue the vulgar fingers ſweat upon them, As they doe vſe upon your Plaies and Pamphlets? I am engag'd to bring a Lord to ſee you. A Lord. And you muſt uſe all art for his content, With Muſicke, Songs, and dancing, ſuch as are The ſtirrers of hot appetites. Prophane, And idle wretch, to caſt away thy hopes, Vpon a Pandarly profeſſion. Or didſt thou thinke, that I could be corrupted, To perſonate a Strumpets dalliance? I grieue for thee. Be gone, henceforth I'll liue Immur'd for euer, as an Anchoriſt, From him, and thee, ſince thou haſt wrong'd my loue. Miſtake me not, the difference 'twixt the Poles Is not ſo great, as betwixt me, and baſeneſſe: Nor is't a ſiniſter intent to make Your favours ſtale, and common as a drugge, Which are ſo deare to me, that both the Iudies Are not of equall value to ingroſſe, But for a noble and peculiar end. This ſeemes to me a Paradox. 'Tis true. If it be ſo, 'tis granted, ſpeake it free. Then if you pleaſe to grant reliefe To my deſires, take them in briefe; I would haue you firſt expreſſe All the skill that comelineſſe Can invent, to make you ſeeme Faire, and pleaſant, as loves Queene. When ſhee Anchiſes came to kiſſe On the Bankes of Simois. Call the graces, and ſuborne Them thy beauty to adorne, Thy face, the table where loue writes A thouſand ſtories of delights: Make it all over, ſmooth and plaine, But ſee you ſhadow it with diſdaine. Weave a net out of thy haire, A ſubtle net, that may enſnare Such fond ſoules as ſhall aſpire To come neere the holy fire Of thine eyes, which were of late, By Cupids torch illuminate. Vſe all the deluſiue art That may captiuate his heart. What's your intent in this? I'll haue him puniſht. He caſts aſperſions of diſloyalty, On all your ſexe, and you ſhall vindicate them When he is plung'd in love irrevocable, As conquerd by thy all ſubduing looke, Then you ſhall binde him to conditions, As I ſhall firſt inſtruct you, ſhall redeeme Him from his folly, and next cleare your honour. Your wi l's a law, and ſhall not be withſtood, When my ill's quited with anothers good. MArgery, goe call your Miſtris. What is ſhee?