Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 496 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Sin from my lips, O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again. You kiss by the book. Madame your mother calls. What is her mother? Marry Bachelor her mother is the lady of the house, and a good Lady, and a wise, and a virtuous. I nursed her daughter that you talked withal, I tell you, he that can lay hold of her shall have the chinks. Is she a Montague? Oh dear account, My life is my foe's thrall. Nay gentlemen prepare not to be gone, We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. I pray you let me entreat you Is it so? Well then I thank you honest Gentlemen, I promise you but for your company, I would have been a bed an hour ago: Light to my chamber ho. Nurse, what is yonder Gentleman? The son and heir of old Tiberio. What's he that now is going out of door? That as I think is young Petruchio. What's he that follows there that would not dance▪ I know not. Go learn his name, if he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed. His name is Romeo and a Montague, the only son of your great enemy. My only love sprung from my only hate, Too early seen unknown, and known too late: Prodigious birth of love is this to me, That I should love a loathed enemy. What's this? what's that? Nothing Nurse but a rhyme I learned even now of one I danced with. Come your mother stays for you, I'll go a long with you. Shall I go forward and my heart is here? Turn back dull earth and find thy Centre out. Romeo, my cozen Romeo. Dost thou hear he is wise, Upon my life he hath stolen him home to bed. He came this way, and leapt this Orchard wall. Call good Mercutio. Call, nay I'll conjure too. Romeo, madman, humours, passion, liver, appear thou in likeness of a sigh: speak but one rhyme & I am satisfied, cry but ay me. Pronounce but Love and Dove, speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, one nickname for her purblind son and heir young Abraham: Cupid he that shot so trim when young King Cophetua loved the beggar wench. He hears me not. I conjure thee by Rosalindes bright eye, high forehead, and scarlet lip, her pretty foot, strait leg, and quivering thigh, and the domains that there adjacent lie, that in thy likeness thou appear to us. If he do hear thee thou wilt anger him. Tut this cannot anger him, marry if one should raise a spirit in his Mistress circle of some strange fashion, making it there to stand till she had laid it, and conjured it down, that were some spite. My invocation is fair and honest, and in his Mistress name I conjure only but to raise up him.
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Then haue my lips the sin that they ooke. Sinne from my lips, O trespasse sweely vrgde! Giue me my sinne againe. You kisse by the booke. Maame your mother calles. What is her mother? Marrie Batcheler er other is the house, and a good Lady, and a wie, and a vertuous. I nurst her daughter that you talkt withall, I tell you, he that ay hold of her shall haue the hinkes. Is she a Mountague? Oh deare account, My life is my oes thrail. Nay gentlemen prepare not to be gone, We haue a trising foolish banquet towards. I pray you let me intreat you Is it so? Well then I thanke you honest Gentlemen, I promise you but for your company, I would haue bin a bed an houre agoe: Light to my chamber hoe. Nurse, what is yonder Gentleman? The snne and eire of old Tiberio. Whats he that now is going out of dore? That as I thinke is yong Petruchio. Whats he that followes there that would not dance▪ I know not. Goe learne his name, if he be maried, My graue is like to be my wedding bed. His name is Romeo and a Mountague, the onely sonne of your great enemie. My onely Loe sprung from my onely hate, Too erly seene vnknowne, ad knowne too late: Prodgious birth of loue is this to me, That should loue a loathed enemie. VVhats this? whats that? Nothing Nurse but a rime I learnt euen now of oe I daest with. Come your mother staies for you, Ile goe a long with you. Shall I goe forward and my heart is here? Turne backe dull earth and finde thy Center out. Romeo, my cosen Romeo. Doest hou heare he is wise, Vpon my life he hath stolne him home to bed. He came this way, and leapt this Orchard wall. Call good Mercutio. Call, nay Ile coniure too. Romeo, madman, humors, passion, liner, appeare thou in likenes of a sigh: speak but one rime & I am satisfied, cry but ay me. Pronounce but Loue and Doue, speake to my gossip Venus one faire word, one nickname for her purblinde sonne and heire young Abraham: Cupid hee that shot so trim when young King Cophetua loued the begger wench. Hee heares me not. I coniure thee by Rosalindes bright eye, high forehead, and scarlet lip, her prettie foote, straight leg, and quiuering thigh, and the demaines that there adiacent lie, that in thy likenesse thou appeare to vs. If he doe heare thee thou wilt anger him. Tut this cannot anger him, marrie if one shuld raise a spirit in his Mistris circle of some strange fashion, making it there to stand till she had laid it, and coiurde it downe, that were some spite. My inuocation is faire and honest, and in his Mistris name I coniure onely but to raise vp him.