Randolph, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 20] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.71 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Which is Evadne? Blessings on thy head. Now Chremylus, let us conclude a marriage As we at first intended; my Clinias With your Techmessa, and your son Timarchus With my Evadne. Heaven has decreed it so. Are the young people pleased? The will of heaven Must be obeyed. Now try if Hymen please To end all troubles in a happy marriage. Hymen, we thank thee, and will crown thy head With all the glorious chaplets of the Spring, The first-born kid, and fattest of our bullocks Shall bleed upon thy altars (if it be Lawful to sacrifice in blood to thee, That art the means to life) 'cause thy provident mercy Prevented this incestuous match. Deign now Propitious looks to this more holy knot. This virgin offers up her untouched zone, And vows chaste love to Clinias. All joy to you. The fair Evadne too is come to hang Her maiden-girdle at thy sacred shrine, And vows herself constant to the embraces Of young Timarchus.— Happiness wait on both! I see our jealous thoughts were not in vain. Nature abhorring from so foul a sin, Infused those doubts into us. IF there be any Knight that dares lay claim To beauteous Phryne,— (as I hope there's none) I dare him to th' encounter; let him meet me Here in the lists:— If he be wise he dare not, But will consider danger in the action. I'll win her with my sword:— mistake me not, I challenge no man. He who dares pretend A title to a hair,— shall sup with Pluto: 'Twere cooler supping in another place. No champion yet appear?— I would fain fight. Sir, if you want a champion, I am for you. I ha' no quarrel to thee, Amazon. I must have a husband too, and I will have a husband; ay, and I will have you: I can hold out no longer: I am weary of eating choke and coals, and begin to dislike the feeding on oatmeal. The thought of so many marriages together has almost lost my maidenhead. Why, thou shalt have my father: though he be old, He's rich, and will maintain thee bravely. Dad, What think you on't? Thou'lt make me, boy, too hap She shall have anything. You will let me make My own conditions. What thou wilt, my girl. I will feed high, go rich, have my six horses, And my embroidered coach, ride where I list, Have all the gallants in the town to visit me, Maintain a pair of little legs to go On idle messages to all the Madams. You shall deny no Gentleman entertainment And when we kiss and toy, be it your cue To nod and fall asleep. With all my heart. Then take him Girl, he will not trouble thee long. For Mars being oriental unto Saturn, And occidental to the Sun, proclaims He is short-lived.
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Which is Evadne? Blessings on thy head. Now Chremylus, let us conclude a marriage As we at first intended; my Clinias With your Techmessa, and your sonne Timarchus With my Evadne. Heaven has decreed it so. Are the young people pleas'd? The will of heaven Must be obey'd. Now try if Hymen please To end all troubles in a happy marriage. Hymen, we thank thee, and will crown thy head With all the glorious chaplets of the Spring, The first-born kid, and fattest of our bullocks Shall bleed upon thy altars (if it be Lawfull to sacrifice in bloud to thee, That art the means to life) 'cause thy provident mercie Prevented this incestuous match. Daigne now Propitious looks to this more holy knot. This virgin offers up her untouch'd zone, And vows chaste love to Clinias. All joy to you. The fair Evadne too is come to hang Her maiden-girdle at thy sacred shrine, And vows her self constant to the embraces Of young Timarchus.—Happinesse wait on both! I see our jealous thoughts were not in vain. Nature abhorring from so foul a sinne, Infus'd those doubts into us. IF there be any Knight that dares lay claim To beauteous Phryne,—(as I hope there's none) I dare him to th' encounter; let him meet me Here in the lists:—If he be wise he dare not, But will consider danger in the action. I'le winne her with my sword:—mistake me not, I challenge no man. He who dares pretend A title to a hair, —shall sup with Pluto: 'Twere cooler supping in another place. No champion yet appeare?—I would fain fight. Sir, if you want a champion, I am for you. I ha' no quarrell to thee, Amazon. I must have a husband too, and I will have a husband; I, and I will have you: I can hold out no longer: I am weary of eating choak and coals, and begin to dislike the feeding on oat-meal. The thought of so many marriages together has almost lost my maiden-head. Why, thou shalt have my father: though he be old, He's rich, and will maintain thee bravely. Dad, What think you on't? Thou'lt make me, boy, too hap She shall have anything. You will let me make My own conditions. What thou wilt, my girle. I will feed high, go rich, have my six horses, And my embroyder'd coach, ride where I list, Have all the gallants in the town to visit me, Maintain a pair of little legs to go On idle messages to all the Madams. You shall deny no Gentleman entertainment And when we kisse and toy, be it your cue To nod and fall asleep. With all my heart. Then take him Girle, he will not trouble thee long. For Mars being orientall unto Saturn, And occidentall to the Sunne, proclaims He is short-liv'd.