Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1619] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I love a friend, So long as he continues in the bounds Prescribed by friendship, but when he usurps Too far on what is proper to myself, And puts the habit of a Governor on, I must and will preserve my liberty. But speak of something, else this is a theme I take no pleasure in: what's this Aymeire, Whose voice for Song, and excellent knowledge in The chiefest parts of Music, you bestow Such praises on? He is a Gentleman, (For so his quality speaks him) well received Among our greatest Gallants; but yet holds His main dependence from the young Lord Novall: Some tricks and crotchets he has in his head, As all Musicians have, and more of him I dare not author: but when you have heard him, I may presume, your Lordship so will like him, That you'll hereafter be a friend to Music. I never was an enemy to't, Baumont, Nor yet do I subscribe to the opinion Of those old Captains, that thought nothing musical, But cries of yielding enemies, neighing of horses, Clashing of armour, loud shouts, drums, and trumpets: Nor on the other side in favour of it, Affirm the world was made by musical discord, Or that the happiness of our life consists In a well varied note upon the Lute: I love it to the worth of it, and no further. But let us see this wonder. He prevents my calling of him. Let the Coach be brought To the back gate, and serve the banquet up: My good Lord Charalois, I think my house Much honoured in your presence. To have means, To know you better, sir, has brought me hither A willing visitant, and you'll crown my welcome In making me a witness to your skill, Which crediting from others I admire. Had I been one hour sooner made acquainted With your intent my Lord, you should have found me Better provided: now such as it is, Pray you grace with your acceptance. You are modest. Begin the last new air. Shall we not see them? This little distance from the instruments Will to your ears convey the harmony With more delight. I'll not consent. Y'are tedious, By this means shall I with one banquet please Two companies, those within and these Gulls here. How's this? It is my Ladies laugh; most certain When I first pleased her, in this merry language, She gave me thanks. How like you this? 'Tis rare, Yet I may be deceived, and should be sorry Upon uncertain suppositions, rashly To write myself in the black list of those I have declaimed against, and to Romont. I would he were well of— perhaps your Lordship Likes not these sad tunes, I have a new Song Set to a lighter note, may please you better; 'Tis called The happy husband. Pray sing it. Ha, ha, 'tis such a groom. Do I hear this, and yet stand doubtful? Stay him I am undone, And they discovered. What's the matter?
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I loue a friend, So ong as he continues in the bounds Prscrib'd by friendship, but when he vsurpes Too arre on what is proper to my selfe, And puts th habit of a Gouernor on, I must and will presrue my liberty. But spake of something, else this is a theame I take no pleasure in: what's this Aymire, Whose voyce for Song, and excllnt knowledge in The chiefest parts of Musiqu, you bestow Such prayses on? He is a Gentleman, (For so his quality speakes him) well receiu'd Among our greatest Gallants; but yet holds His maine dependance from the young Lord Nouall: Some trickes and crotchets he has in his head, As all Musicians haue, and more of him I dare not author: but when you haue heard him, I may presume, your Lordship so will like him, That you'l hereafter be a friend to Musique. I neuer was an enemy to't, Baumont, Nor yet doe I subscribe to the opinion Of those old Captaines, that thought nothing musicall, But cries of yeelding enemies, neighing of horses, Clashing of armour, lowd shouts, drums, and trumpets: Nor on the other side in fauour of it, Affirme the world was made by musicall discord, Or that the happinesse of our life consists In a well varied note vpon the Lute: I loue it to the worth of it, and no further. But le vs see this wonder. He preuents my calling of him. Let the Coach be brought To the backe gate, and serue the banquet vp: My good Lord Charalos, I thinke my house Much honor'd in your presence. To haue meanes, To know you better, sir, has brought me hiher A willing vilitant, and you'l crowne my welcome In making me a witnesse to your skill, Which crediting from others I admire. Had I beene one houre sooner made acquainted With your intent my Lord, you should haue found me Better prouided: now such as it is, Pray you grace with your acceptance. You are modest. Begin the last new ayre. Shall we not see them? This little distance from the instruments Will to your eares conuey the harmony With more delight. Ile not consent. Y'are tedious, By this meanes shall I with one banquet please Two companies, those within and these Guls heere. How's this? It is my Ladies laugh most certaine When I first pleas'd her, in this merry language, She gaue me thanks. How like you this? 'Tis rare, Yet I may be deceiu'd, and should be sorry Vpon vncertaine suppositions, rashly To write my selfe in the blacke list of those I haue declaym'd against, and to Romont. I would he were well of—perhaps your Lordship Likes not these sad tunes, I haue a new Song Set to a lighter note, may please you better; 'Tis cal'd The happy husband. Pray sing it. Ha, ha, 'tis such a groome. Doe I heare this, and yet stand doubtfull? Stay him I am vndone, And they discouered. Whats the matter?