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 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
If Love his Arrows shoot so fast, Soon his feathered stock will waste: But I mistake in thinking so, Love's Arrows in his Quiver grow: How can he want Artillery? That appears too true in me: Two shafts feed upon my breast, Oh, make it Quiver for the rest, Kill me with love, thou angry son Of Cytherea, or let one, One sharp golden Arrow fly, To wound her heart for whom I die. Cupid, if thou be'st a Child, Be no god, or be more mild. I have not, since I served him, known him so Oppressed with melancholy; he's asleep, I dare not wake him. I'll expect a while. This quiet will much benefit him, he Began to talk idly. Heaven preserve the temper of his brain. He wakes. Ha, 'tis not she, do I dream still; Come hither, dost thou see nothing? Yes, a Gentlewoman that came to visit you. Do not abuse thy master, 'tis not possible Aurelia Will do me so much honour; in my sleep methought I parled with her, and my fancy Hath not yet lost her shape; Oh my Aurelia! I come to ask thy pardon. Do not mock me. Thou wilt be cruel when I wake again; And than I shall repent I dreamt so sweetly. Y'are now awake, and I am your Aurelia, That if you can forgive her past neglect, Will give you proof of her repentance, But these tears— Let not the ground be hallowed with Such water, I have a heart to drink this balsam: Enough Aurelia, do not make thy eyes Poor, to enrich thy bosom, where the drops Show like a carcanet of Pearl upon it, Thou hast enough restored me. Oh my Gerard! Thou art too merciful, and dost forgive Too soon the injury I did thy love; But I am come to make thee satisfaction; And this is but a shadow of those joys, we must divide, if you vouchsafe to follow, As I direct. 'tis sin not to obey. You must walk then. It is to heaven thou goest. Convey me swiftly thither. Nay, 'tis haste is now required. What bliss can be denied, A man that follows such an Angel-guide? Where in the name of simplicity, should my Master be all this while? I have been at six Ordinaries, twelve Taverns, and I think four and twenty Bawdy-houses, places that Gentlemen use to frequent, and yet cannot find him: well, I am resolved to ask every man I meet; and if I cannot hear of him the sooner, I'll have him cried. Pray did you see my Master? Thy Master? I know him not. Nay Sir, did you see him? for if you see him, you cannot choose but know him; for he had a hundred marks brought him warm out of the Country this morning. Much good do it him next his heart, I see him not.
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If Love his Arrowes shoot so fast, Soone his feathered stocke will waste: But I mistake in thinking so, Love's Arrowes in his Quiver grow▪ How can he want Artillery? That appeares too true in mee: Two shafts feed upon my brest, Oh, make it Quiver for the rest, Kill me with love, thou angry sonne Of Cytherea, or let one, One sharpe golden Arrow flye, To wound her heart for whom I dye. Cupid, if thou bee'st a Childe, Be no god, or be more milde. I have not, since I serv'd him, knowne him so Opprest with melancholy; hee's asleepe, I dare not wake him. Ile expect a while. This quiet will much benefit him, hee Began to talke idly. Heaven preserve the temper of his braine. He wakes. Ha, tis not shee, doe I dreame still; Come hither, dost thou see nothing? Yes, a Gentlewoman that came to visit you. Doe not abuse thy master, 'tis not possible Aurelia Will doe me so much honour; in my sleepe Me thought I parled with her, and my fancy Hath not yet lost her shape; Oh my Aurelia! I come to aske thy pardon. Doe not mocke me▪ Thou wo't bee cruell when I wake agen; And then I shall repent I dream't so sweetly. Y'are now awake, and I am your Aurelia, That if you can forgive her past neglect, Will give you proofe of her repentance, But these teares— Let not the ground be hallowed with Such water, I have a heart to drinke this Balsome: Enough Aurelia, doe not make thy eyes Poore, to enrich thy bosome, where the drops Shew like a Carkanet of Pearle upon it, Thou hast enough restor'd mee. Oh my Gerard! Thou art too mercifull, and dost forgive Too soone the injury I did thy love; But I am come to make thee satisfaction; And this is but a shadow of those joyes, Wee must divide, if you vouchsafe to follow, As I direct. Tis sinne not to obey. You must walk then. It is to heaven thou goest. Convey mee swiftly thither. Nay, tis hast is now required. What blisse can bee deny'd, A man that followes such an Angell-guide? Where in the name of simplicity, should my Master be all this while? I have been at sixe Ordinaries, twelve Tavernes, and I thinke foure and twenty Bawdy-houses, places that Gentlemen use to frequent, and yet cannot find him: well, I am resolv'd to aske every man I meet; and if I cannot heare of him the sooner, Ile have him cryed. Pray did you see my Master? Thy Master? I know him not. Nay Sir, did you see him? for if you see him, you cannot choose but know him; for hee had a hundred markes brought him warme out of the Country this morning. Much good doe it him next his heart, I see him not.