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 0.75 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Come hither Nurse, What is yond Gentleman: The Son and Heir of old Tiberio. What's he that now is going out of door? Marry that I think be young Petruchio. What's he that follows here that would not dance? I know not. Go ask his name: if he be married, My grave is like to be my wedded 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 it is to me, That I must love a loathed Enemy. What's this? what's this? A rhyme, I learn even now Of one I danced withal. Anon, anon: Come let's away, the strangers all are gone. Now old desire doth in his death bed lie, And young affection gapes to be his Heir, That fair, for which Love groaned for and would die, With tender Iuliet matched, is now not fair. Now Romeo is beloved, and Loves again, A like bewitched by the charm of looks: But to his foe supposed he must complain, And she steal Loves sweet bait from fearful hooks: Being held a foe, he may not have access To breathe such vows as Lovers use to swear, And she as much in Love, her means much less, To meet her new Beloved any where: But passion lends them Power, time, means to meet, Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back dull earth, and find thy Centre out. Romeo, my Cousin Romeo, Romeo. He is wise, And on my life hath stolen him home to bed. He ran this way and leapt this Orchard wall. Call good Mercutio: Nay, I'll conjure too. Romeo, Humours, Madman, Passion, Lover, Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh, Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied: Cry me but ay me, Provant, but Love and day, Speak to my goship Venus one fair word, One Nickname for her purblind Son and her, Young Abraham Cupid he that shot so true, When King Cophetua loved the beggar Maid, He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not, The Ape is dead, I must conjure him, I conjure thee by Rosalines bright eyes, By her High forehead, and her Scarlet lip, By her Fine foot, Strait leg, and Quivering thigh, And the Demeans, that there Adjacent lie, That in thy likeness thou appear to us. And if he hear thee thou wilt anger him. This cannot anger him, t' would anger him To raise a spirit in his Mistress circle, Of some strange nature, letting it stand Till she had laid it, and conjured it down, That were some spite. My invocation is fair and honest, & in his Mistress name, I conjure only but to raise up him. Come, he hath hid himself among these Trees To be consorted with the Humorous night: Blind is his Love, and best befits the dark.
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Come hither Nurſe, What is yond Gentleman: The Sonne and Heire of old Tyberio. What's he that now is going out of doore? Marrie that I thinke be young Petruchio. What's he that follows here that would not dance? I know not. Go aske his name: if he be married, My graue is like to be my wedded bed. His name is Romeo, and a Mountague, The onely Sonne of your great Enemie. My onely Loue ſprung from my onely hate, Too early ſeene, vnknowne, and knowne too late, Prodigious birth of Loue it is to me, That I muſt loue a loathed Enemie. What's this? whats this? A rime, I learne euen now Of one I dan'ſt withall. Anon, anon: Come let's away, the ſtrangers all are gone. Now old deſire doth in his death bed lie, And yong affection gapes to be his Heire, That faire, for which Loue gron'd for and would die, With tender Iuliet matcht, is now not faire. Now Romeo is beloued, and Loues againe, A like bewitched by the charme of lookes: But to his foe ſuppos'd he muſt complaine, And ſhe ſteale Loues ſweet bait from fearefull hookes: Being held a foe, he may not haue acceſſe To breath ſuch vowes as Louers vſe to ſweare, And ſhe as much in Loue, her meanes much leſſe, To meete her new Beloued any where: But paſſion lends them Power, time, meanes to meete, Temp'ring extremities with extreame ſweete. Can I goe forward when my heart is here? Turne backe dull earth, and find thy Center out. Romeo, my Cozen Romeo, Romeo. He is wiſe, And on my life hath ſtolne him home to bed. He ran this way and leapt this Orchard wall. Call good Mercutio: Nay, Ile coniure too. Romeo, Humours, Madman, Paſſion, Louer, Appeare thou in the likeneſſe of a ſigh, Speake but one rime, and I am ſatisfied: Cry me but ay me, Prouant, but Loue and day, Speake to my goſhip Venus one faire word, One Nickname for her purblind Sonne and her, Young Abraham Cupid he that ſhot ſo true, When King Copheta lou'd the begger Maid, He heareth not, he ſtirreth not, he moueth not, The Ape is dead, I muſt coniure him, I coniure thee by Roſalines bright eyes, By her High forehead, and her Scarlet lip, By her Fine foote, Straight leg, and Quiuering thigh, And the Demeanes, that there Adiacent lie, That in thy likeneſſe thou appeare to vs. And if he heare thee thou wilt anger him. This cannot anger him, t' would anger him To raiſe a ſpirit in his Miſtreſſe circle, Of ſome ſtrange nature, letting it ſtand Till ſhe had laid it, and coniured it downe, That were ſome ſpight. My inuocation is faire and honeſt, & in his Miſtris name, I coniure onely but to raiſe vp him. Come, he hath hid himſelfe among theſe Trees To be conſorted with the Humerous night: Blind is his Loue, and beſt befits the darke.