Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.79 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I that first saw her; I that took possession First with mine eye of all those beauties In her revealed to mankind: if thou lov'st her. Or entertainest a hope to blast my wishes, Thou art a Traitor Arcite and a fellow False as thy Title to her: friendship, blood And all the ties between us I disclaim If thou once think upon her. Yes I love her, And if the lives of all my name lay on it, I must do so, I love her with my soul, If that will lose ye, farewell Palamon, I say again, I love, and in loving her maintain I am as worthy, and as free a lover And have as just a title to her beauty As any Palamon or any living That is a man's Son. Have I called thee friend? Yes, and have found me so; why are you moved thus? Let me deal coldly with you, am not I Part of you blood, part of your soul? you have told me That I was Palamon, and you were Arcite. Yes. Am not I liable to those affections, Those joys, griefs, angers, fears, my friend shall suffer? Ye may be. Why then would you deal so cunningly, So strangely, so unlike a noble kinsman To love alone? speak truly, do you think me Unworthy of her sight? No, but unjust, If thou pursue that sight. Because an other First sees the Enemy, shall I stand still And let mine honour down, and never charge? Yes, if he be but one. But say that one Had rather combat me? Let that one say so, And use thy freedom: else if thou pursuest her, Be as that cursed man that hates his Country, A branded villain. You are mad. I must be. Till thou art worthy, Arcite, it concerns me, And in this madness, if I hazard thee And take thy life, I deal but truly. Fie Sir. You play the Child extremely: I will love her, I must, I ought to do so, and I dare, And all this justly. O that now, that now Thy false-self and thy friend, had but this fortune To be one hour at liberty, and grasp Our good Swords in our hands, I would quickly teach thee What tw'er to filch affection from another: Thou art base in it then a Cutpurse; Put but thy head out of this window more, And as I have a soul, I'll nail thy life to't. Thou dar'st not fool, thou canst not, thou art feeble. Put my head out? I'll throw my Body out, And leap the garden, when I see her next And pitch between her arms to anger thee. No more; the keeper's coming; I shall live To knock thy brains out with my Shackles. Do. By your leave Gentlemen: Now honest keeper? Lord Arcite, you must presently toth' Duke; The cause I know not yet.
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I that first saw her; I that tooke possession First with mine eye of all those beauties In her reveald to mankinde: if thou lou'st her. Or entertain'st a hope to blast my wishes, Thou art a Traytour Arcite and a fellow False as thy Title to her: friendship, blood And all the tyes betweene us I disclaime If thou once thinke upon her. Yes I love her, And if the lives of all my name lay on it, I must doe so, I love her with my soule, If that will lose ye, faŕewell Palamon, I say againe, I love, and in loving her maintaine I am as worthy, and as free a lover And have as just a title to her beauty As any Palamon or any living That is a mans Sonne. Have I cald thee friend? Yes, and have found me so; why are you mov'd thus? Let me deale coldly with you, am not I Part of you blood, part of your soule? you have told me That I was Palamon, and you were Arcite. Yes. Am not I liable to those affections, Those joyes, greifes, angers, feares, my friend shall suffer? Ye may be. Why then would you deale so cunningly, So strangely, so vnlike a noble kinesman To love alone? speake truely, doe you thinke me Vnworthy of her sight? No, but unjust, If thou pursue that sight. Because an other First sees the Enemy, shall I stand still And let mine honour downe, and never charge? Yes, if he be but one. But say that one Had rather combat me? Let that one say so, And use thy freedome: els if thou pursuest her, Be as that cursed man that hates his Country, A branded villaine. You are mad. I must be. Till thou art worthy, Arcite, it concernes me, And in this madnes, if I hazard thee And take thy life, I dcale but truely. Fie Sir. You play the Childe extreamely: I will love her, I must, I ought to doe so, and I dare, And al, this justly. O that now, that now Thy false-sele and thy friend, had but this fortune To be one howre at liberty, and graspe Our good Swords in our hands, I would quickly teach thee What tw'er to filch affection from another: Thou a baser in it then a Cutpurse; Put but thy hea out of this window more, And as I have a soule, Ile naile thy life too't. I hou dar'st not foole, thou canst not, thou art feeble. Pu my head out? Ile throw my Body out, And leape the garden, when I see her next And pitch between her armes to anger thee. No more; the keeper's comming; I shall live To kcke thy braines out with my Shackles. Doe. By your leave Gentlemen: Now honest keeper? Lord Arcite, you must presently to'th Duke; The caus I know not yet.