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 0.81 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
O my dear friend Neander, Shall I do this to thee? to such a friend? Oh I am undone. Farewell. But see Pandora. Oh how amazed and sudden is the flight Of all the spirits of darkness, when the day But shows her face! What if I take this way? It may be I shall find them in the grove, Whither they oft resort— but stay, perchance They may be in the arbour that doth look Into the forest. Oh ye immortal Gods! Why did ye suffer those vain Lunatic Poets So much to antedate the works of nature, Who living many ages since did write I know not what of many Nymphs and Graces, Muses and Syrens? they are mere fables all; With my Pandora they had all their births, And when she dies they'll perish with her. Ah? How like unto this Dazy was I once Whilst I did live recluse! my innocent heart Like to this little Globe of gold, enclosed Within the whiteness of my thoughts, was safe From all the violence that Love, or shame His child could do: but when his warmer beams Displayed that Ivory guard, and laid me open Unto the tyranny of his assaults, I was— but I will sigh out all the rest. Ah Lucius. Oh happy name! Why Lucius? Neander is as dear to me as he. Dost thou not blush to speak't* thou shame of woman? But here he comes, I will address myself. With all the winning Graces that I have To entertain him. 'tis my friend Neander. Fair Nymph, God save you. Dearest love Neander. The welcom'st man alive. Nay but sweet Lady Forbear th' encounter. Whether dost thou turn So cruelly from her that loves thee more Than her own soul? are you not well good Sir? You see I walk, look fresh, and laugh. (ha, ha, he) Symptoms of one that is not very sick. But am I thus despised? You're troublesome. Ha, ha, he, 'tis pretty, very pretty How scurvily doth sorrow laugh? (ha, ha, he) Most excellent, beyond compare (ha ha, he) Why do you follow me? I do not fell complexion Lady, nor Have I the art to cure the tympany, I have no great devotion to the tub Nor the hot house, as yet, what are you rampant? But pray thee speak Neander, am I so Deformed grown of late, for to deserve All this neglect? What shall I answer? Madam, If you have spoke all that you mean to speak And have no greater business, I desire I may crave pardon, I must take my leave, I have affairs expect me. O misery! That which I long for most, I fly from farthest. Where shall I find my Lucius? What is he gone? Lucius, were you so nigh, and not discovered? All hail, but whither in such haste my love? If thou dost love me stay a little.
seed 43: T2 · seed 44: T3 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O my deare friend Neander, Shall I doe this to thee? to ſuch a friend? Oh I am vndone. Farewell. But ſee Pandora. Oh how amaz'd and ſuddaine is the flight Of all the ſpirits of darkeneſſe, when the day But ſhowes her face! What if I take this way? It may be I ſhall finde them in the grove, Whither they oft reſort— but ſtay, perchance They may be in the arbour that doth looke Into the forreſt. Oh ye immortall Gods! Why did ye ſuffer thoſe vaine Lunaticke Poets So much to antedate the workes of nature, Who living many ages ſince did write I know not what of many Nymphs and Graces, Muſes and Syrens? they are meere fables all; With my Pandora they had all their birthes, And when ſhe dyes they'l periſh with her. Ah? How like vnto this Dazy was I once Whilſt I did live recluſe! my innocent heart Like to this little Globe of gold, enclos'd VVithin the whiteneſſe of my thoughts, was ſafe From all the violence that Loue, or ſhame His childe could doe: but when his warmer beames Diſplai'd that Ivory guard, and laide me open Vnto the tyrannie of his aſſaults, I was — but I will ſighe out all the reſt. Ah Lucius. Oh happy name! Why Lucius? Neander is as deare to me as hee. Doſt thou not bluſh to ſpeakt * thou ſhame of woman? But here he comes, I will addreſſe my ſelfe. With all the winning Graces that I haue To entertaine him. Tis my friend Neander. Faire Nymph, God ſaue you. Deareſt loue Neander. The welcom'ſt man aliue. Nay but ſweete Lady Forbeare th' encounter. Whether do'ſt thou turne So cruelly from her that loues thee more Then her owne ſoule? are you not well good Sir? You ſee I walke, looke freſh, and laugh. (ha, ha, he) Symptomes of one that is not very ſicke. But am I thus deſpis'd? You're troubleſome. Ha, ha, he, tis pretty, very pretty * How ſcuruily doth ſorrow laugh? (ha, ha, he) Moſt excellent, beyond compare (ha ha, he) Why doe you follow mee? I doe not fell complexion Lady, nor Haue I the art to cure the tympany, I haue no great deuotion to the tub Nor the hot houſe, as yet, what are you rampant? But pray thee ſpeake Neander, am I ſo Deformed growne of late, for to deſerue All this neglect? What ſhall I anſwere? Madam, If you haue ſpoke all that you meane to ſpeake And haue no greater buſineſſe, I deſire I may craue pardon, I muſt take my leaue, I haue affaires expect mee. O miſery! That which I long for moſt, I fly from fartheſt. Where ſhall I find my Lucius? What is hee gone? Lucius, were you ſo nigh, and not diſcouer'd? All haile, but whither in ſuch haſte my loue? If thou doeſt loue mee ſtay a little.