IDENTILIN$$ File F018C090 Luttrell, ff.29v-30r.\M:G.L.\P:GAS\o\8-92\C:JSC 018.C09.0HE Elegye:9 /On his mistrisse desiring to be disguis'd /& travaile with him like a Page. 018.C09.001 By our first strange & fatall interveiw 018.C09.002 By all desires which therof did ensue 018.C09.003 By o%5r%6 long staruing hopes, by y%5t%6 remo>%Vr%Jremoue%K<] 018.C09.020 Rage from the seas, nor thy loue teach them loue; 018.C09.021 Nor tame wild Borea's harshnes; Thou hast read 018.C09.022 How roughly he in peices shiuered 018.C09.023 Faire Orithea whom he swore he lou'd. 018.C09.024 Fall ill or good, tis madnesse to haue prou'd 018.C09.025 Daungers vnurg'd. Feed on this flatterye [CW:>>that<<][miscatch] 018.C09.026 That absent louers on in th'other be. [30r] 018.C09.027 Dissemble nothing, not a boy; nor change 018.C09.028 Thy bodyes habitt, nor mind; bee not strange 018.C09.029 To thy selfe only. All will spy in thy face 018.C09.030 A blushing womanly discouering grace. 018.C09.031 Richly cloth'd Apes, are call'd Apes, & assoone 018.C09.032 Ecclips'd, as bright, we call the moone the moone 018.C09.033 Men of France changeable Cameleons 018.C09.034 Spittles of diseases, shops of fashions, 018.C09.035 Loues fuellers, & the rightest companye 018.C09.036 Of Players which vpon the worlds stage bee, 018.C09.037 Will quickly know thee; And no lesse, alas, 018.C09.038 Th'indifferent Italian as we passe 018.C09.039 His warme land, well content to thinke thee Page 018.C09.040 Will hunt thee with such lust & hideous rage 018.C09.041 As Lotts faire guests were vext. But none of these 018.C09.042 Nor Spungy hydropicke dutch shall thee displease 018.C09.043 If thou stay heere. O%C stay heere; for, for thee 018.C09.044 England is only a worthy Gallerye, 018.C09.045 To walke in expectation, till from thence 018.C09.046 Our greatest king call thee to his Presence. 018.C09.047 when I am gon, dreame me some happines, 018.C09.048 Nor lett thy lookes our long-hidd loue confesse. 018.C09.049 Nor praise nor dispraise me, nor blesse nor curse 018.C09.050 Openly loues force, nor in bed fright thy nurse 018.C09.051 With midnight startings, crying out, oh, oh 018.C09.052 Nurse, oh my loue is slaine, I saw him goe 018.C09.053 Ore the white Alpes alone, I saw him I, 018.C09.054 Assayld, fight, taken, stabd, bleed, fall, & dye. 018.C09.055 Augure me better chance, except dread Ioue 018.C09.056 Thinke it enough for me to haue had thy Loue.| 018.c09.0SS [om] 018.C09.0$$ %1No ind. L. 56 wr. vertically in r. marg.%2