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 · 480 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.
O swear not by the Moon the unconstant Moon, That monthly changeth in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Now by Nay do not swear at all, Or if thou swear, swear by thy glorious self, Which art the God of my Idolatry, And Ile believe thou. If my true heart's love Swear not at all, though I do jouy in I have small joy in this contract to night, It is too rash, too sudden, too unadvised, Too like the lightning that doth cease to be E'er one can say it lightens. I hear some coming, Dear love adieu, sweet Montague be true, Stay but a little and i'll come again. O blessed blessed night, I fear being night, All this is but a dream I hear and see, Too flattering true to be substantial. Three words good Romeo and good night indeed. If that thy bend of love be honourable? Thy purpose marriage, send me word to morrow By one that i'll procure to come to thee: Where and what time thou wilt perform that right, And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay, And follow thee my Lord through out the world. Love goes toward love like school boys from their books, But love from love, to school with heavy looks. Romeo, Romeo, O for a falconers voice, To lure this Tassel gentle back again: Bondage is hoarse and may not cry aloud, Else would I tear the cave where echo lies And make her airy voice as hoarse as mine, With repetition of my Romeos' name. Romeo? It is my soul that calls upon my name, How silver sweet sound lovers tongues in night. Romeo? Madame. At what a clock to morrow shall I send? At the hour of nine. I will not fail, 'tis twenty years till then. Romeo I have forgot why I did call thee back. Let me stay here till you remember it. I shall forget to have thee still stay here, Remembering how I love thy company. And i'll stay still to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this. 'tis almost morning I would have thee gone, But yet no further than a wantoness bird, Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gives, And with a silk thread pulls it back again, Too loving jealous of his liberty. Would I were thy bird. Sweet so would I, Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing thee. Good night, good night, parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace on thy breast▪ I would that I were sleep and peace of sweet to rest. Now will I to my Ghostly father's Cell, His help to crave, and my good hap to tell.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O sweare not by the Moone the vnconstant Mooe, That changeth in her circled orbe, Least that thy loue proue likewise variable. Now by Nay doo not sweare at all, Or if thou sweare, sweare by thy glrious selfe, Which art the God of my Idolatrie, And beleeue the. If my true harts loue Sweare not at al, though I doo ioy in I haue small ioy in this contract to night, It is too rash, too sodaine, too , Too like the lightning that doth cease to bee Ere one can say it lightens. I heare some comming, Deare adew, sweet Mountague be true, Stay but a little and il'e come againe. Oblessed blessed night, I feare being night, All this is but a dreame I heare and see, Too flattering true to be substantiall. Three wordes good Romeo and good night indeed. If that bent of loue be honourable? Thy prpose marriage, send me word to morrow By one that il'e procure to come to thee: Where and what time thou wit performe that right, And al my fortunes at thy fooe il'e lay, And follow thee my Lord through out the world. Loue goes toward loue like schoole boyes from their bookes, But loue from loue, to schoole with heauie lookes. Romeo, Romeo, O for a fakners voice, To ure this Tassell gentle backe againe: Bondage is hoarse and may not crie aloud, Els would I teare the Cae where ccho lies And make her airie voice as hoarse as mine, With repetition of my Romeos name. Romeo? It is my soule that calles vpon my name, How siluer sweet sound louers tongues in night. Romeo? Madame. At what a clocke to morrow shall I send? At the houre of nine. I will not faile, tis twentie yeares till then. Romeo haue orgot why I did call thee backe. Let me stay here till you remember it. I shall orget to haue thee still staie here, Remembring how I loue thy companie. And il'e stay still to haue thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this. Tis almost morning I would haue thee gone, But yet no further then a wantons bird, Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a pore prisoner in his twisted giues, And with a silke thred puls it backe againe, Too louing iealous of his libertie. Would I were thy bird. Sweet so would I, Yet I should kill thee with much cherrishing thee. Good night, good night, parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow. Sleepe dwell vpon thine eyes, peace on thy breast▪ I would that I were sleep and peace of sweet to rest. Now will I to my Ghostly fathers Cell, His help to craue, and my good hap to tell.