Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 492 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I take thee at thy word, Call me but love, and i'll be new Baptisde, Henceforth I never will be Romeo. What man art thou, that thus beskrind in night, Dost stumble on my counsel? By a name I know not how to tell thee. My name dear Saint is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee▪ Had I it written I would tear the word. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: Art thou not Romeo and a Montague? Neither fair Saint, if either thee displease. How camest thou hither, tell me and wherefore? The Orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. By loves light wings did I oreperch these walls, For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do, that dares love attempt, Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me. If they do find thee they will murder thee. Alas there lies more peril in thine eyes, Then twenty of their swords, look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity. I would not for the world they should find thee here. I have night's cloak to hide thee from their sight, And but thou love me let them find me here: For life were better ended by their hate, Than death prorogued wanting of thy love. By whose directions foundst thou out this place. By love, who first did prompt me to inquire, I he gave me counsel and I lent him eyes. I am no Pilot: yet wert thou as far As that vast shore, washed with the furthest sea, I would adventure for such Merchandise. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a Maiden blush be paint my cheeks: For that which thou haste heard me speak to night, Feign would I dwell on form, feign feign deny, What I have spoke: but farewell compliments. Dost thou love me? Nay I know thou wilt say I, And I will take thy word: but if thou swearest, Thou mayest prove false: At lovers perjuries they say Ioue smiles. Ah gentle Romeo, if thou love pronounce it faithfully: Or it thou think I am too easily won, I'll frown and say thee nay and be perverse, So thou wilt woo: but else not for the world, In truth fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayest think my haviour light: But trust me gentleman I'll prove more true, Than they that have more cunning to be strange. I 〈...〉 confess, But that thou overheardst ere I was beware My true loves Passion: therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered. By yonder blessed Moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit trees tops.
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)
I take thee at thy word, Call me but loue, and il'e be new Baptisde, Henceorth I neuer will be Romeo. What man art thou, that thus beskrind in night, Doest stumble on my counsaile? By a name I know not how to tell thee. My name deare Saint is hatefull to my selfe, Because it is an enemie to thee▪ Had I it written I would teare the word. My eares haue not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongues vtterance, yet I know the sound: Art thou not Romeo and a Mountague? Neyther faire Saint, if eyther thee displease. How camst thou hether, tell me and wherfore? The Orchard walles are high and hard to clime, And the place death considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen finde thee here. By loues light winges did I oreperch these wals, For stonie limits cannot hold loue out, And what loue can doo, that dares loue attempt, Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me. If they doe finde thee they will murder thee. Alas there lies more perrill in thine eyes, Then twentie of their swords, looke thou but sweete, And I am proofe against their enmitie. I would not for the world they shuld find thee here. I haue nights cloak to hide thee rom their sight, And but thou loue me let them finde me here: For life were better ended by their hate, Than death proroged wanting of thy loue. By whose directions foundst thou out this place. By loue, who first did prompt me to enquire, I he gaue me counsaile and lent him eyes. I am no Pilot: yet wert thou as farre As that vast shore, washt with the furthest sea, I would aduenture for such Marchandise. Thou knowst the maske of night is on my face, Els would a Maiden blush be paint my cheeks: For that which thou haste heard me speake to night, Faine would I dwell on forme, faine faine denie, What I haue spoke: complements. Doest thou loue me? Nay I know thou say I, And I will take thy word: but if thou swearst, Thou maiest proue : At they say Ioe smiles. Ah gentle Romeo, if thou loe pronounce it aithfully: Or it thou thinke I am too easely wonne, Il'e rowne and say thee nay and be peruerse, So thou wilt wooe: but els not for the word, In truth aire Mountague, I am too fond, And therefore thou maiest thinke my hauiour light: But trust me gentleman Ile proue more true, Than they that haue more cunnig to be strange. I confesse, But that thou ouerheardst ere I was ware My true loues Passion: therefore pardon me, And not this yeelding to light loue, Which the darke night ath o discouered. By yonder blessed Moone I sweare, That tips with iluer all these fruit trees top.