Shirley, James · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Jan 10] (Annals) comedy · King's Revels Company (?); Prince Charles's Men (second) (?) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
And yet if you collect yourself, you are not The only Mistress of his heart, your sister he loves As well as you; your pardon fairest, 'tis possible, He may prefer her too, since neither piety nor law allows, He can be husband at one time, to both. Then let discretion guide you first to freedom, I love you not with half a heart, but all; Heaven knows with all, at every look you do Transfix me, and can only cure the wound With the same eyes, if they but smile upon it. I must not hear you plead thus, you appear Nor friend to him, nor me; so fare you well. I am caught, by this good day I am, and know not How now to help myself: a handsome thing! What a blind buzzard is this jackanapes Cupid? Pox of his bird-bolt, I'll not leave her: Yet I may be too forward; I am punished: Venus, thy pardon, I beseech thee, If thou be'st not hard-hearted, as the Poets feign, Speak to thy Boy to fetch his Arrow back, Or strike her with a sharp one, make her squeak, And I'll allow thee a Goddess. Ha, 'tis he. Before thou speak'st to me, let me peruse Thy face, I'll tell myself how thou hast sped: Well? is't not so? Yet do not answer me, That smile does not show clear, there is some cloud Ith' corner of thy forehead, that would spread, And darken all thy face. Your Physiognomy is quite discredited. Hast prevailed? With which? why now thou art to tedious. With the eldest, Chrysolina. Ha, what sound was that? With Chrysolina? I prithee what of her, I love her dearly; Thou hast not filched away her heart, it grew with mine. How's this? Hast thou not seen the Woodbine, That honey-dropping tree, and the loved Bryer, Embrace with their chaste boughs, twisting themselves, And weaving a green net to catch the birds, Till it do seem one body, while the flowers Wantonly run to meet and kiss each other? So 'twas betwixt us two. I mean the youngest. What my Aurelia? Thou canst not rob me so: the amorous Turtles Have but their imitation from our love; The Pelican loves not her young so well, That digs upon her breast an hundred springs, When in her blood she baths the innocent birds, As I do my Aurelia. Godbe-wi'y',— I know not how to please you, nor to answer. I prithee stay. Engage me in a business? Nay, thrust me o'th' lime-twigs, to set you At liberty, when your own wings were glued Tothth' bush, and d'ye reward me at his fashion? And I had known it, you should ha' fluttered. I forgot myself, I prithee pardon me, I will excuse thee when thou art in love. Then do so now, and you'll be temperate and hear me. Speak, I am recollected. And I am in love. Thou didst name both, thou art so unhappy. Your humours lead me to't, but I shall tell you?
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And yet if you collect your selfe, you are not The onely Mistresse of his heart, your sister hee loves As well as you; your pardon fairest, tis possible, Hee may preferre her too, since neither piety nor law allowes▪ Hee can bee husband at one time, to both. Then let discretion guide you first to freedome, I love you not with halfe a heart, but all; Heaven knowes with all, at every looke you doe Transfixe me, and can onely cure the wound With the same eyes, if they but smile upon it. I must not heare you plead thus, you appeare Nor friend to him, nor me; so fare you well. I am caught, by this good day I am, and know not How now to helpe my selfe: a hansome thing! What a blind buzzard is this Iackanapes Cupid? Pox of his bird-bolt, Ile not leave her: Yet I may be too forward; I am punish'd: Venus, thy pardon, I beseech thee, If thou beest not hard-hearted, as the Poets feine, Speake to thy Boy to fetch his Arrow backe, Or strike her with a sharpe one, make her squeake, And Ile allow thee a Goddesse. Ha, 'tis he. Before thou speak'st to me, let me peruse Thy face, Ile tell my selfe how thou hast sped: Well? is't not so? Yet doe not answer me, That smile does not shew cleere, there is some cloud Ith' corner of thy forehead, that would spread, And darken all thy face. Your Physiognomy is quite discredited. Hast prevail'd? With which? why now thou art to tedious. With the eldest, Chrysolina. Ha, what sound was that? With Chrysolina? I prethee what of her, I love her deerely; Thou hast not filcht away her heart, it grew with mine. How's this? Hast thou not seene the Woodbine, That honey-dropping tree, and the lov'd Bryer, Embrace with their chaste bonghs, twisting themselves, And weaving a greene net to catch the birds, Till it doe seeme one body, while the flowers Wantonly runne to meet and kisse each other? So 'twas betwixt us two. I meane the yongest. What my Aurelia? Thou canst not rob me so: the amorous Turtles Have but their imitation from our love; The Pelican loves not her yong so well, That digs upon her brest an hundred springs, When in her blood she bathes the innocent birds, As I doe my Aurelia. Godbewi'y',—I know not how to please you, nor to answer. I prethee stay. Engage me in a businesse? Nay, thrust me oth' lime-twigs, to set you At liberty, when your owne wings were glu'd Toth'bush, and d'ye reward me at his fashion? And I had knowne it, you shou'd ha'fluttered. I forgot my selfe, I prethee pardon me, I will excuse thee when thou art in love. Then doe so now, and you'l be temperate and heare me. Speake, I am recollected. And I am in love. Thou didst name both, thou art so unhappy. Your humors lead me to't, but I shall tell you?