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 0.85 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
What man art thou, that thus bescreened in night So stumblest on my counsel? By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am: 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 yet not drunk a hundred words Of thy tongues uttering, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? Neither fair Maid, if either thee dislike. How cam'st 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, With Love's light wings Did I ore-perch these Walls, For stony limits cannot hold Love out, And what Love can do, that dares Love's attempt: Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. Alack there lies more peril in thine eye, Then twenty of their Swords, look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity. I would not for the world they saw thee here. I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes And but thou love me, let them find me here, My life were better ended by their hate, Then death prorogued wanting of thy Love.. By whose direction found'st thou out this place? By Love that first did promp me to inquire, He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes, I am no Pilot, yet wert thou as far As that vast-shore-washet with the farthest Sea, I should adventure for such Merchandise. Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face, Else would a Maiden blush be paint my cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak to night, Feign would I dwell on form, fain, fain, deny What I have spoke, but farewell Compliment, Dost thou Love? I know thou wilt say I, And I will take thy word, yet if thou swearest, Thou mayest prove false: at Lover's perjuries They say Ioue laughed, oh gentle Romeo, If thou dost Love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo: But else not for the world. In truth faire Montague I am too fond: And therefore thou mayest think my behaviour light, But trust me Gentleman, I'll prove more true, Then those that have coying to be strange, I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou over heard'st ere I was beware My true Love's passion, therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light Love, Which the dark night hath so discovered. Lady, by yonder Moon I vow, That tips with silver all these Fruit tree tops. O swear not by the Moon, th' inconstant Moon, That monthly changes in her circled Orb, Lest that thy Love prove likewise variable. What shall I swear by?
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What man art thou, that thus beſcreen'd in night So ſtumbleſt on my counſell? By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name deare Saint, is hatefull to my ſelfe, Becauſe it is an Enemy to thee, Had I it written, I would teare the word. My eares haue yet not drunke a hundred words Of thy tongues vttering, yet I know the ſound. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? Neither faire Maid, if either thee diſlike. How cam'ſt thou hither. Tell me, and wherefore? The Orchard walls are high, and hard to climbe, And the place death, conſidering who thou art, If any of my kinſmen find thee here, With Loues light wings Did I ore-perch theſe Walls, For ſtony limits cannot hold Loue out, And what Loue can do, that dares Loue attempt: Therefore thy kinſmen are no ſtop to me. If they do ſee thee, they will murther thee. Alacke there lies more perill in thine eye, Then twenty of their Swords, looke thou but ſweete, And I am proofe againſt their enmity. I would not for the world they ſaw thee here. I haue nights cloake to hide me from their eyes And but thou loue me, let them finde me here, My life were better ended by their hate, Then death proroged wanting of thy Loue. By whoſe direction found'ſt thou out this place? By Loue that firſt did promp me to enquire, He lent me counſell, and I lent him eyes, I am no Pylot, yet wert thou as far As that vaſt-ſhore-waſhet with the fartheſt Sea, I ſhould aduenture for ſuch Marchandiſe. Thou knoweſt the maske of night is on my face, Elſe would a Maiden bluſh be paint my cheeke, For that which thou haſt heard me ſpeake to night, Faine would I dwell on forme, faine, faine, denie What I haue ſpoke, but farewell Complement, Doeſt thou Loue? I know thou wilt ſay I, And I will take thy word, yet if thou ſwear'ſt, Thou maieſt proue falſe: at Louers periuries They ſay Ioue laught, oh gentle Romeo, If thou doſt Loue, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou thinkeſt I am too quickly wonne, Ile frowne and be peruerſe, and ſay thee nay, So thou wilt wooe: But elſe not for the world. In truth ſaire Mountague I am too fond: And therefore thou maieſt thinke my behauiour light, But truſt me Gentleman, Ile proue more true, Then thoſe that haue coying to be ſtrange, I ſhould haue beene more ſtrange, I muſt confeſſe, But that thou ouer heard'ſt ere I was ware My true Loues paſſion, therefore pardon me, And not impute this yeelding to light Loue, Which the darke night hath ſo diſcouered. Lady, by yonder Moone I vow, That tips with ſiluer all theſe Fruite ree tops. O ſweare not by the Moone, th' inconſtant Moone, That monethly changes in her circled Orbe, Leaſt that thy Loue proue likewiſe variable. What ſhall I ſweare by?