Rowley, William · published 1633 · first performed or written 1619 [c.1619-1620(?)] (Annals) tragedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Concluded well; Approve yourself a friend, the war is love, Wherein we two must strive make it no war, But yield it freely. It is not love you seek; But an Antipathy as dissonant As heaven and hell, the music of the spheres. Compared with gnashings, and the howls below. Can lust be cal'd ve, then let men seeke h, For there that fiery deity doth dwell. We come not to dispute of good, and bad, Do as your sex has done, taste what's forbid, And then distinguish of the difference, I come not now to war with eloquence, Those treaties are all passed, if you embrace Our proffered love, we'll pray; or call it lust, If not, we speak a king to you, you must Will you be a Ravisher? call't as you please, We have a burning fever, and the disease You must lay balsum to. Poison be it, A serpentine, and deadly aconite, Never survive to know what you have done, But perish in the deed, or ere begun. These blasts are Zephyr's breath, a gentle galt When it blows high. Then let my tears prevail. The sacrifice of fooles, the proverbs sne, None pities women's tears, but Idiots borne. Remember what my Father does for you, he's gone to brandish 'gainst your enemies, he's fetching you honour home; while at home You will dishonour him. My purpose 'twas, To send him forth the better to achieve My conquest here. Tyrannous unkingly. Tush, I have no ears. He'll be revenged. Pity, not future fears. Help, help, some good hand help: there's none within thy call. Heaven hears. Tush, 'tis far off. See heaven, a wicked king, lust stains his Crown, Or strike me dead, or throw a vengeance down. Tush heaven is deaf, and hell laughs at thy cry. Be cursed in the act, and cursed die. I'll stop the rest within thee. Not the messenger returned from the Castle With answer from Alz? See my Lord, they come together. Noble Julianus, the dignity of general You wear, be with your valour individual, Till we have made it triple by our conquests, Then let that threefold one, impale your brows, And bear it to king Rodorique in triumph. Worthy Alonzo you must help your wishes Ere they can take effect, your approved arm Will be a good assistant, but I pray Sir, How have you kept your Castle so unbruised? The foe not far distant, have you not ta'en Nor given? no sallying forth, no buffetting? My Lord, we have been yet as quiet as in league, Which makes me guess their number is not full, They have not yet, unless with grim aspects So much as frighted this my tender daughter. Tender father, I pray let not your pity disparage me, I have seen a sword whipped out stark naked in my time, And never squeaked; Do you think a Saracen's head, Or a blackamoor's face can affright me, let me then Be afraid of every chimney sweeper.
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Concluded well; Approue your selfe a friend, the war is love, Wherein we two must strive make it no warre, But yeeld it freely. It is not love you seeke; But an Antipathy as dissonant As heaven and hell, the musique of the spheares. Comparde with , and the below. Can lust be cal'd ve, then let men seeke h, For there that diety doth dwell. We come not to dispute of good, and bad, Do as your sex has done, tast what's forbid, And then distinguish of the difference, I come not now to war with eloquence, Those treaties are all past, if you embrace Our profferd love, wele pray; or call it lust, If not, we speake a king to you, you muste Will you be a Rauisher? Cal't as you please, We haue a burning feauer, and the disease You must lay balsum to. Poyson be it, A serpentine, and deadly aconite, Neuer survive to know what you haue done, But perish in the deed, or ere begun. These blasts are Zephires breath, a gentle galt When it blows high. Then let my preuaile. The sacrifice of fooles, the proverbs sne, None pitties womens res, but Ideots borne. Remember what my Father does for you, Hees gone to brandish gainst your enemies, Hees fetching you honour home; while at home You will dishonour him. My purpose twas, To send him forth the better to atchieve My conquest here. Tyranous vnkingly. Tush, I have no eares. Hele be reveng'd. Pitty, not future feares. Help, help, some good hand help: Thers none within thy call. Heaven heares. Tush, tis far of. See heaven, a wicked king, lust staynes his Crowne, Or strike me dead, or throw a vengeance downe. Tush heaven is deafe, and hell laughs at thy crye. Be cursed in the act, and cursed dye. Ile stop the rest within thee. Not the messenger returned from the Castle With answer from Alz? See my Lord, they come together. Noble Iulius, the dignity of generall You weare, be with your valour individuall, Till we haue made it triple by our conquests, Then let that threefold one, imple your browes, And beare it to king Rod in triumph. Worthy Alza you must helpe your wishes Ere they can take effect, your approved arme Will be a good assistant, but I pray Sir, How have you kept your Castle so unbruis'd? Th foe not far distant, have you not tane Nor given? no sallying forth, no buffetting? My Lord, we have beene yet as quiet as in league, Which makes me guesse their number is not full, They have not yet, unlesse with grim aspects So much as frighted this my tender daughter. Tender father, I pray let not your pitty disparadge me, I have seene a sword whipt out starke naked in my time, And never squeakt; Do you thinke a Sarazis head, Or a Blackamoores face can affright me, let me then Be afraid of every chimney sweeper.