Menaphon: Doron's Eclogue

DORON
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Sit down, Carmela, here are cobs for kings,
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Sloes black as jet, or like my Christmas shoes,
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Sweet cider, which my leathern bottle brings:
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Sit down, Carmela, let me kiss thy toes.


CARMELA
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Ah Doron, ah my heart, thou art as white
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As is my mother's calf or brinded cow,
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Thine eyes are like the glow-worms in the night,
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Thine hairs resemble thickest of the sow.

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The lines within thy face are deep and clear,
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Like to the furrows of my father's wain,
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The sweat upon thy face doth oft appear
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Like to my mother's fat and kitchen-gain.

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Ah leave my toe, and kiss my lips, my love,
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My lips and thine, for I have given them thee:
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Within thy cap 'tis thou shalt wear my glove
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At foot-ball sport thou shalt my champion be.


DORON
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Carmela dear, even as the golden ball
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That Venus got, such are thy goodly eyes,
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When cherries' juice is jumbled therewithal,
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Thy breath is like the steam of apple pies.

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Thy lips resemble two cucumbers fair,
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Thy teeth like to the tusks of fattest swine,
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Thy speech is like the thunder in the air:
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Would God thy toes, thy lips and all were mine.


CARMELA
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Doron, what thing doth move this wishing grief?


DORON
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'Tis Love, Carmela, ah, 'tis cruel Love.
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That like a slave and caitiff villain thief,
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Hath cut my throat of joy for thy behove.


CARMELA
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Where was he born?


DORON
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In faith I know not where;
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But I have heard much talking of his dart.
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Ay me, poor man, with many a trampling tear
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I feel him wound the fore-horse of my heart.

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What, do I love? O no, I do but talk;
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What, shall I die for love? O no, not so;
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What, am I dead? O no, my tongue doth walk:
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Come, kiss, Carmela, and confound my woe.


CARMELA
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Even with this kiss, as once my father did,
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I seal the sweet indentures of delight;
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Before I break my vow the Gods forbid,
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No, not by day, nor yet by darksome night.


DORON
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Even with this garland made of holly-hocks,
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I cross thy brows from every shepherd's kiss;
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Heigh ho, how glad am I to touch thy locks,
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My frolic heart even now a free man is.

^CARMELA
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I thank you Doron, and will think on you;
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I love you Doron, and will wink on you,
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I seal your charter patent with my thumbs:
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Come, kiss and part, for fear my mother comes.