Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.77 · 463 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Soft I will go along. And if you leave me so, you do me wrong. Tut I have lost myself, I am not here, This is not Romeo, he's some other where. Tell me in sadness, who is that you love? What shall I groan and tell thee? Grone, why no: but sadly tell me who. A sick man in sadness makes his will: A word ill urged to one that is so ill: In sadness Cousin, I do love a woman. I aimed so near, when I supposed you loved. A right good mark man, and she's fair I love A right fair mark, fair Cousin, is soon hit. Well in that hit you miss, she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow, she hath Diane's wit: And in strong proof of chastity well armed: From love's weak childish Bow, she lives vncharmed. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bid th' encounter of assailing eyes. Nor open her lap to Sainct-seducing Gold: O she is rich in beauty, only poor, That when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Then she hath sworn, that she will still live chaste? She hath, and in that sparing make huge waist? For beauty starved with her severity, Cuts beauty off from all posterity. She is too fair, too wisewi: silly too fair, To merit bliss by making me despair: She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow Do I live dead, that live to tell it now. Be ruled by me, forget to think of her. O teach me how I should forget to think. By giving liberty unto thine eyes, Examine other beauties, 'Tis the way to call hers (exquisite) in question more, These happy masks that kiss fair Ladies brows, Being black, puts us in mind they hide the fair: He that is strooken blind, cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost: Show me a Mistress that is passing fair, What doth her beauty serve but as a note, Where I may read who past that passing fair. Farewell thou canst not teach me to forget, I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. Montague is bound as well as I, In penalty alike, and 'tis not hard I think, For men so old as we, to keep the peace. Of Honourable reckoning are you both, And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long: But now my Lord, what say you to my suit? But saying o'er what I have said before, My Child is yet a stranger in the world, She hath not seen the change of fourteen years, Let two more Summers whither in their pride, Ere we may think her ripe to be a Bride. Younger than she, are happy mothers made.
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Soft I will goe along. And if you leaue me ſo, you do me wrong. Tut I haue loſt my ſelfe, I am not here, This is not Romeo, hee's ſome other where. Tell me in ſadneſſe, who is that you loue? What ſhall I grone and tell thee? Grone, why no: but ſadly tell me who. A ſicke man in ſadneſſe makes his will: A word ill vrg'd to one that is ſo ill: In ſadneſſe Cozin, I do loue a woman. I aym'd ſo neare, when I ſuppoſ'd you lou'd. A right good marke man, and ſhee's faire I loue A right faire marke, faire Coze, is ſooneſt hit. Well in that hit you miſſe, ſheel not be hit With Cupids arrow, ſhe hath Dians wit: And in ſtrong proofe of chaſtity well arm'd: From loues weake childiſh Bow, ſhe liues vncharm'd. Shee will not ſtay the ſiege of louing tearmes, Nor bid th' incounter of aſſailing eyes. Nor open her lap to Sainct-ſeducing Gold: O ſhe is rich in beautie, onely poore, That when ſhe dies, with beautie dies her ſtore. Then ſhe hath ſworne, that ſhe will ſtill liue chaſt? She hath, and in that ſparing make huge waſt? For beauty ſteru'd with her ſeuerity, Cuts beauty off from all poſteritie. She is too faire, too wiſewi: ſely too faire, To merit bliſſe by making me diſpaire: She hath forſworne to loue, and in that vow Do I liue dead, that liue to tell it now. Be rul'd by me, forget to thinke of her. O teach me how I ſhould forget to thinke. By giuing liberty vnto thine eyes, Examine other beauties, 'Tis the way to cal hers (exquiſit) in queſtion more, Theſe happy maskes that kiſſe faire Ladies browes, Being blacke, puts vs in mind they hide the faire: He that is ſtrooken blind, cannot forget The precious treaſure of his eye-ſight loſt: Shew me a Miſtreſſe that is paſſing faire, What doth her beauty ſerue but as a note, Where I may read who paſt that paſſing faire. Farewell thou can'ſt not teach me to forget, Ile pay that doctrine, or elſe die in debt. Mountague is bound as well as I, In penalty alike, and 'tis not hard I thinke, For men ſo old as wee, to keepe the peace. Of Honourable reckoning are you both, And pittie 'tis you liu'd at ods ſo long: But now my Lord, what ſay you to my ſute? But ſaying ore what I haue ſaid before, My Child is yet a ſtranger in the world, Shee hath not ſeene the change of fourteene yeares, Let two more Summers wither in their pride, Ere we may thinke her ripe to be a Bride. Younger then ſhe, are happy mothers made.