Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 495 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
What Lady is that that doth enrich the hand Of yonder Knight? O she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night, Like a rich jewel in an Aethiops Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear: So shines a snowwhite Swan trooping with Crows, As this fair Lady over her fellows shows. The measure done, i'll watch her place of stand, And touching hers, make happy my rude hand Did my heart love till now? Forswear it sight, I never saw true beauty till this night. This by his voice should be a Montague, Fetch me my rapier boy. What dares the slave Come hither covered with an Antic face, To scorn and jeer at our solemnity? Now by the stock and honour of my kin, To strike him dead I hold it for no sin. Why how now cozen, wherefore storm you so. Vncle this is a Mountague our soe, A villain that is hither come in spite, To mock at our solemnity this night. Young Romeo, is it not? It is that villain Romeo. Let him alone, he bears him like a portly gentleman▪ And to speak truth, Verona brags of him, As of a virtuous and well governed youth: I would not for the wealth of all this town, Here in my house do him disparagement: Therefore be quiet take no note of him, Bear a fair presence, and put off these frowns, An ill beseeming semblance for a feast. It fits when such a villain is a guest, Ile not endure him. He shallbe endured, go to I say, he shall, Am I the Master of the house or you? endure him? God shall mend my soul a mutiny amongst my guests, You'll set Cock a hoop, you'll be the man. Uncle 'tis a shame. Go too, you are a saucy This trick will scathe you one day I know what. We said my hartes. Be quiet: once light Ye knave, or I will make you quiet. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting▪ Makes my flesh tremble in their different greetings: I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. If I profane with my unworthy hand, This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips two blushing Pilgrims ready stand, To smooth the rough touch with a gentle kiss. Good Pilgrim you do wrong your hand, too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this: For Saints have hands which holy Palmers touch, And Palm to Palm is holy Palmer's kiss. Have not Saints lips, and holy Palmers too? Yes Pilgrim lips that they must use in prayer. Why then fair saint, let lips do what hands do, They pray, yield thou, least faith turn to despair. Saints do not move though: grant nor prayer forsake. Then move not till my prayers effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours my sin is purged.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What Ladie is that that doth inri the hand Of yonder Knight? O shee doth teach the torches to burne bright! It seemes she hangs vpon the cheke of night, Like a rich iewell in an Aethips are, Beautie too rich for vse, for earth too deare: So shines a snow-white Swan trouping with Crowes, As this aire Ladie ouer her fellowes showes. The measure done, ileatch her place of stand, And touching hers, make happie my rude hand Did my heart loue till now? orsweare it sight, I neuer saw true beautie till this night. This by his voice should be a Mountague, Fetch me my rapier boy. What dares the slaue Come hither couer'd with an Anticke face, To scorne and ieere at our solemnitie? Now by the stocke and honor of my kin, To strike him dead I hold it for no sin. Why how now Cosen, wherfore storme you so. Vncle this is a Mountague our soe, A villaine that is hether come in spight, To mocke at our solemnitie this night. Young Romeo, is it not? It is that villaine Romeo. Let him alone, he beares him like a portly gentleman▪ And to speake truth, Vrona brags of him, As of a vertuous and well gouern'd youth: I would not for the wealth of all this towne, Here in my house doo him disparagement: Therefore be quiet take no note of him, Beare a faire presence, and put off these frownes, An ill beseeming semblance for a feast. when such a villaine is a guest, indure him. He indured, goe to I say, he shall, Am I the Master of the house or you? indr him? God shall mend my soule amongst my guests, You'le set Cocke a oope, you'le be the man. Vncle tis a shame. Goe too, you are a aucie . This tricke will scath you one day I know what. We said my hartes. Be quiet: Mre light Ye knae, or I will make you quiet. Patience perforce with wifull choller meeting▪ Makes my fles tremble in their different greetings: I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall Now seeming sweet, conuert to bitter gall. If prophane with my hand, This holie , the gente sinne is this: My lips two blusing Pilgrims ready stand, To smooth the rough touch with a gentle kisse. Good Pilgrime you doe wrong your hand, too much, Which mannerly deuotion shewes in this: For Saints haue hands which holy Palmers touch, And Palme to Palme is holy Palmers kisse. Haue not Saints lips, and holy Palmers too? Yes Pilgrime lips that they must vse in praier. Why then faire saint, et lips do what hands doo, They pray, yeed thou, least faith turne to dispaire. Saits doe not mooue though: grant nor prai forsake. Then mooue not till my praiers effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours my sin is prgde.