Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.80 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
How my left eyebrow beats? I do not like it, It does presage no good. My Constantina, Go back again I pray you, in good sooth 'tis very dangerous thus discompanied To undertake a journey. All in vain: I am resolved either to find my Cleopes, Or else to sleep with death closed in mine arms. If it must needs be so, why then farewell. I cannot choose but weep: sweet Constantina— Well, 'twas the goodest Gentlewoman— but she's gone— Many a dear morsel has she helped me to— But we must all depart— I do remember When she was but a little one, she ever Was fond of me— but I must be content. Come on my boy, let not your face so much Be seen— when I have shown her lodging to you, And left you there— I cannot yet forbear, It will not from my heart— I'll go and visit The fair Pandora, that kind Gentlewoman, And see if that her closet can afford Any good thing to hold the heart. Come boy. I knew there was a woman in the wind. I smelled her. Stay.— but now she's gone— I'll forward. Why I am not at leisure now to take An ounce of Tobacco in a week, they do So haunt me up and down. And this forsooth Is our Saint Valentine, wherein our lovers Do use to imitate jackdaws, and Rooks, Do bill and couple. But (my stars be thanked) I'm now delivered from those petulant females. But stay, and let me recollect myself. What part about me is't (I wonder) can Be guilty of their sin of loving me? Introth methinks I am not very fair; A pretty winter countenance I wear After a cup: and I have often seen A better nose dwell better eyes between. As for my legs (not for to flatter them) Surely I think under a boot they might Become the Court, so I refrained to play At Goff— but oh the traitor's apprehended, I have him fast. Oh thou pernicious nose, Rebellious member, have I so often raised Thy dull complexion with the spirits of sack Unto that height that thou hast dared t' outface The Sun in Cancer, and have I this reward? But if I do not humble thee again, Reduce thee to thy former state of paleness With rotgut, and cuds-nigs— let me be married. But whom have we here? 'tis Lucius one of our loving fools: O ho? why then I must be tortured, That's all that I can say, I must be tortured. Ah my Endymion, seest thou yond rising Sun? I do, but what of that? Why nothing boy But at his presence why do those lesser-fires Pluck in their shamefaced heads? dost thou not mark Dull heavy Page? I can but meditate Upon the wit of Nature, who by objects Low and inanimate, as is that Sun— Now heavens be good unto me, this is called Lovers philosophy.
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How my left eye-brow beats? I do not like it, It does preſage no good. My Constantina, Goe back againe I pray you, in good ſooth Tis very dangerous thus diſcompanied To undertake a journey. All in vaine: I am reſolv'd either to find my Cleopes, Or elſe to ſleepe with death clos'd in mine armes. If it muſt needs be ſo, why then farewell. I cannot chuſe but weepe: ſweet Conſtantina — Well, twas the goodeſt Gentlewoman—but ſh 's gone— Many a deare morſell has ſhee helpt me to— But we muſt all depart—I doe remember When ſhee was but a little one, ſhee ever Was fond of mee —but I muſt be content. Come on my boy, let not your face ſo much Be ſeene— when I haue ſhewne her lodging to you, And left you there— I cannot yet forbeare, It will not from my heart— I'le goe and viſite The faire Pandora, that kinde Gentlewoman, And ſee if that her cloſet can afford Any good thing to hold the heart. Come boy. I knew there was a woman in the wind. I ſmelt her. Stay. —but now ſhe's gone—Ile forward. Why I am not at leaſure now to take An ounce of Tobacco in a weeke, they doe So haunt mee up and downe. And this forſooth Is our Saint Valentine, wherein our lovers Doe uſe to imitate Iack-dawes, and Rookes, Doe bill and couple. But (my ſtarre's be thanked) I'me now deliver'd from thoſe petulant females. But ſtay, and let me recollect my ſelfe. What part about me iſt (I wonder) can Be guiltie of their ſinne of loving mee? Introth me thinkes I am not very faire; A pretty winter countenance I weare After a cup: and I haue often ſeene A better noſe dwell better eyes betweene. As for my legs (not for to flatter them) Surely I thinke under a boot they might Become the Court, ſo I refrain'd to play At Goff— but oh the traytor's apprehended, I haue him faſt. Oh thou pernicious noſe, Rebellious member, haue I ſo often rays'd Thy dull complexion with the ſpirits of ſacke Vnto that height that thou haſt dar'd t' ourface The Sun in Cancer, and haue I this reward? But if I doe not humble thee againe, Reduce thee to thy former ſtate of paleneſſe With rot-gut, and cuds-nigs—let me be married. But whom haue we here? Tis Lucius one of our loving fooles: O ho? why then I muſt be tortured, That's all that I can ſay, I muſt be tortured. Ah my Endymion, ſeeſt thou yond riſing Sun? I doe, but what of that? Why nothing boy But at his preſence why doe thoſe leſſer-fires Pluck in their ſhamefac'd heads? doeſt thou not marke Dull heavie Page? I can but meditate Vpon the wit of Nature, who by objects Low and inanimate, as is that Sun— Now heavens be good unto me, this is call'd Lovers philoſophy.