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 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Ah Lucius! must he not die? Neander, It is a sacrilege unpardonable To pluck him from that Altar. Once more sweet— Two pendant Cherries when some gentle gale Makes them to kiss, meet not with such a touch! Villain, and Traitor die. O me! my Master.— What do you mean? ah. Alas.— Sweet Gentlemen.— Did all mankind inhabit in that breast, I'd put the Gods unto a second trouble For to create that species a new. Woman forbear. I do not like these tumults. I'll get me home and drink a cup of Sack. Neander,— Lucius,— Ah by that Monster of my love, your friendship, Lucius, by these eyes of mine, which thou A thousand times and more haste dared to liken Unto the brighter star of Venus, which Is both the Prologue and the Epilogue Unto the glorious Sun: By thine own eyes Which are two clearer stars, I do conjure thee Forbear to prosecute such a revenge Upon this innocent Boy: for here I swear By all those blessed powers, which know our thoughts, I never loved him. Most impudent woman, Did not our eyes behold it? O Neander, Why do we stand thus coldly here? and not How out a passage through this prostitute To travail to the just destruction Of her base Lover, and my baser vassal? Rather let all your fury end in me, See here my naked breast employ your valours: Why do you stand and gaze one on another? What is the naked bosom of a Virgin A spectacle of such terror? if it be, And that the fight of it hath cooled your bloods, Then hear me speak: you Lucius may remember That ancient stock of love, those many vows, Those many tears, those many longings, which Have passed betwixt us: nor can you justly style it A fault of mine, that Time is now so old And yet does see us two; but partly yours Partly my father's nearness (for I must not Give it the name it merits, Covetousness) Who seeing your so fervent love unto me, Did strive to thrust me out with nothing, or At least with such a portion, as you liked not; Whilst thus I wavered, betwixt hope, and fear, It fortuned, that this Gentleman Neander Became your Rival: who had not long been here, Not long solicited, but I (shame of women) Began to love ye both, and which is more I loved ye with an equal flame, (but see What Pageants Cupid can play!) it chanced (Contrary to all men's expectations) That by degrees such a strong tie of friendship Did grow betwixt ye, that each of ye refused (For his friend's sake) what then was proffered you, My love; whilst I bewailed my miseries Unto this Midwife here, my friend, and grieved At this my harder fortune— Good Placenta Give them the rest.
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Ah Lucius! muſt he not dye? Neander, It is a ſacriledge vnpardonable To pluck him from that Altar. Once more ſweet— Two pendant Cherryes when ſome gentle gale Makes them to kiſſe, meete not with ſuch a touch! Villaine, and Traytour dye. O me! my Maſter.— What doe you meane? ah. Alas.—Sweet Gentlemen.— Did all mankinde inhabit in that breaſt, I'de put the Gods vnto a ſecond trouble For to create that ſpecies a new. Woman forbeare. I doe not like theſe tumults. I'le get me home and drinke a cup of Sack. Neander,— Lucius,— Ah by that Monſter of my loue, your friendſhip, Lucius, by theſe eyes of mine, which thou A thouſand times and more haſt dar'd to liken Vnto the brighter ſtarre of Venus, which Is both the Prologue and the Epilogue Vnto the glorious Sun: By thine owne eyes Which are two clearer ſtarres, I doe coniure thee Forbeare to proſecute ſuch a reuenge Vpon this innocent Boy: for here I ſweare By all thoſe bleſſed powers, which know our thoughts, I neuer lou'd him. Moſt impudent woman, Did not our eyes behold it? O Neander, Why doe we ſtand thus coldly here? and not How out a paſſage through this proſtitute To trauaile to the iuſt deſtruction Of her baſe Louer, and my baſer vaſſaile? Rather let all your fury end in me, See here my naked breſt imploy your valours: Why doe you ſtand and gaze one on another? What is the naked boſome of a Virgin A ſpectacle of ſuch terrour? if it be, And that the fight of it hath cool'd your blouds, Then heare me ſpeake: you Lucius may remember That ancient ſtock of loue, thoſe many vowes, Thoſe many teares, thoſe many longings, which Haue paſt betwixt vs: nor can you iuſtly ſtile it A fault of mine, that Time is now ſo old And yet does ſee vs two; but partly yours Partly my athers neereneſſe (for I muſt not Giue it the name it merits, Couetouſneſſe) Who ſeeing your ſo feruent loue vnto me, Did ſtriue to thruſt me out with nothing, or At leaſt with ſuch a portion, as you lik'd not; Whilſt thus I wauered, betwixt hope, and feare, It fortun'd, that this Gentleman Neander Became your Riuall▪ who had not long beene here, Not long ſollicited, but I (ſhame of women) Began to loue yee both, and which is more I lou'd yee with an equall flame, (but ſee What Pageants Cupid can play!) it chanc'd (Contrary to all mens expectations) That by degrees ſuch a ſtrong tye of friendſhip Did grow betwixt yee, that each of yee refus'd (For his friends ſake) what then was proferr'd you, My loue; whilſt I bewayl'd my miſeries Vnto this Midwife here, my friend, and grieu'd At this my harder fortune—Good Placenta Giue them the reſt.