Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
The Gods befriend thee, whosoever thou art, That I am thought worth naming yet, not lost Unto all mankind quite, though to myself! These words do savour of too much distraction. You must take comfort sir. Who 's that dares talk Of comfort to me? But once name the word That is exiled whole Nature? good Mr. Lively Wast you that spoke? It was, and I must have you Remove this same December from your looks: I come to make you happy. Thou art come To lose thy labour then; I am below Both all the love, and all the spite of Fortune, She will not make me happy, and she cannot Make me more wretched than I am. I lie, She may do both. But speak thou reverend head, Has aught that 's good befallen my Neander, That thou dar'st venture out that name of happy So confidently upon me?— say. There has, But more to you. What's that? Good, happiness. How? happiness to me? thou shouldst have put The space of fifteen ages twixt those words, They are so far from reconciliation; Thou hast no Grammar in thee, know'st no concord. But I have Music in me, and that's better. I'll make thee dance my solitary one. Pandora shall be thine today. How? mine today? Thy wife, thy self, but in another character. Vnspeak't again, it must not be. It must. Dost thou intend to buy me to thee? and To break me and my fortunes with a courtesy, Which I shall ne'er be able to repay? Employ thy art then, all thy quicker plots To further my Neander in his love: Who by how much the more his virtues be Greater than mine (who hardly have so much As will redeem me from the name of vicious) So much the more will apprehend the benefit, So much the more reward thee. Speak no further, Pandora's thine, she's thine, thine own, believe't. He is already married to another. I do confess that I am something fallen Oft from that height of reason which before, While I had liberty, I did enjoy: But thou dost wrong me much, if thou dost think That Love has eaten up all man in me. I tell you, I do know your plots, your drifts, And all your consultations, as well As if I had had a cabin in your bosom, And had from thence betrayed them; did not I Hear when Neander did solicit thee For to procure a Masculine Bride for him? Did not I hear thee promise him to do it? Hast thou not now performed it? are not they By thy procurement now contracted? speak; 'Tis not so easy to deceive the eyes Of Love, howe'er our frantic Poets say He feeds on nought but Lolium.
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The Gods befriend thee, whoſoe're thou art, That I am thought worth naming yet, not loſt Vnto all mankinde quite, though to my ſelfe! Theſe words doe ſavour of too much diſtractio'n. You muſt take comfort ſir. Who 's that dares talke Of comfort to me? But once name the word That is exil'd whole Nature? good Mr Liuely Waſt you that ſpoke? It was, and I muſt haue you Remoue this ſame December from your lookes: I come to make you happy. Thou art come To looſe thy labour then; I am below Both all the loue, and all the ſpight of Fortune, Shee will not make mee happy, and ſhee cannot Make mee more wretched then I am. I lye, Shee may doe both. But ſpeake thou reverend head, Has ought that 's good befallen my Neander, That thou dar'ſt venture out that name of happy So confidently upon me? —ſay. There has, But more to you. What's that? Good, happineſſe. How? happineſſe to me? thou ſhould'ſt haue put The ſpace of fifteene ages 'twixt thoſe words, They are ſo farre from reconciliation; Thou haſt no Grammar in thee, know'ſt no concord. But I haue Muſicke in me, and that's better. I'le make thee daunce my ſolitary one. Pandora ſhall be thine to day. How? mine to day? Thy wife, thy ſelfe, but in another character. Vnſpeak't againe, it muſt not be. It muſt. Doeſt thou intend to buy me to thee? and To breake me and my fortunes with a courteſie, Which I ſhall ne're be able to repay? Imploy thy art then, all thy quicker plots To further my Neander in his loue: Who by how much the more his vertues be Greater then mine (who hardly haue ſo much As will redeeme me from the name of vicious) So much the more will apprehend the benefit, So much the more reward thee. Speak no further, Pandora's thine, ſhee's thine, thine owne, beleeu't. Hee is already married to another. I doe confeſſe that I am ſomething fallen Oft from that height of reaſon which before, While I had libertie, I did enjoy: But thou do'ſt wrong me much, if thou do'ſt thinke That Loue has eaten up all man in mee. I tell you, I doe know your plots, your drifts, And all your conſultations, as well As if I had had a cabbin in your boſome, And had from thence betrayd them; did not I Heare when Neander did ſollicite thee For to procure a Maſculine Bride for him? Did not I heare thee promiſe him to doe it? Haſt thou not now perform'd it? are not they By thy procurement now contracted? ſpeake; 'Tis not ſo eaſie to deceiue the eyes Of Loue, how e're our franticke Poets ſay He feeds on nought but Lolium.