Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · 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 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Do not swear at all: Or if thou wilt swear by thy gracious self, Which is the God of my Idolatry, And I'll believe thee. If my hearts dear love. Well do not swear, although I joy in thee: I have no joy of this contract to night, It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden, Too like the lightning which doth cease to be E'er, one can say, it lightens, Sweet good night: This bud of Love by Summers' ripening breath, May prove a beauteous Flower when next we meet: Good-night, good-night, as sweet repose and rest, Come to thy heart, as that within my breast. O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? What satisfaction canst thou have to night? Th' exchange of thy Love's faithful vow for mine. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again. Wouldst thou withdraw it, For what purpose Love? But to be frank and give it thee again, And yet I wish but for the thing I have, My bounty is as boundless as the Sea, My Love as deep, the more I give to thee The more I have, for both are Infinite: I hear some noise within dear Love adieu: Anon good Nurse, sweet Montague be true: Stay but a little, I will come again. O blessed blessed night, I am afeared Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering sweet to be substantial. Three words dear Romeo, And goodnight indeed, If that thy bent 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 the right, And all my Fortunes at thy foot I'll lay, And follow thee my Lord throughout the world. I come, anon: but if thou meanest not well, I do beseech thee (By and by I come) To cease thy strife, and leave me to my grief, To morrow will I send. So thrive my soul. A thousand times good-night. A thousand times the worse to want thy light, Love goes toward Love as schoolboys from their books But Love from Love, towards school with heavy looks. Hist Romeo hist: O for a Falconers voice, To lure this Tassel gentle back again, Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud, Else would I tear the Cave where Echo lies, And make her airy tongue more hoarse, then With repetition of my Romeo. It is my soul that calls upon my name. How silver sweet, sound Lovers tongues by night, Like softest Music to attending ears. Romeo. My Niece. What a clock to morrow Shall I send to thee? By the hour of nine. I will not fail, 'tis twenty years till then, I have forgot why I did call thee back. Let me stand here till thou remember it. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Remembering how I Love thy company.
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Do not ſweare at all: Or if thou wilt ſweare by thy gratious ſelfe, Which is the God of my Idolatry, And Ile beleeue thee. If my hearts deare loue. Well do not ſweare, although I ioy in thee: I haue no ioy of this contract to night, It is too raſh, too vnaduiſ'd, too ſudden, Too like the lightning which doth ceaſe to be Ere, one can ſay, it lightens, Sweete good night: This bud of Loue by Summers ripening breath, May proue a beautious Flower when next we meete: Goodnight, goodnight, as ſweete repoſe and reſt, Come to thy heart, as that within my breſt. O wilt thou leaue me ſo vnſatisfied? What ſatisfaction can'ſt thou haue to night? Th' exchange of thy Loues faithfull vow for mine. I gaue thee mine before thou did'ſt requeſt it: And yet I would it were to giue againe. Would'ſt thou withdraw it, For what purpoſe Loue? But to be franke and giue it thee againe, And yet I wiſh but for the thing I haue, My bounty is as boundleſſe as the Sea, My Loue as deepe, the more I giue to thee The more I haue, for both are Infinite: I heare ſome noyſe within deare Loue adue: Anon good Nurſe, ſweet Mountague be true: Stay but a little, I will come againe. O bleſſed bleſſed night, I am afear'd Being in night, all this is but a dreame, Too flattering ſweet to be ſubſtantiall. Three words deare Romeo, And goodnight indeed, If that thy bent of Loue be Honourable, Thy purpoſe marriage, ſend me word to morrow, By one that Ile procure to come to thee, Where and what time thou wilt performe the right, And all my Fortunes at thy foote Ile lay, And follow thee my Lord throughout the world. I come, anon: but if thou meaneſt not well, I do beſeech theee (By and by I come) To ceaſe thy ſtrife, and leaue me to my griefe, To morrow will I ſend. So thriue my ſoule. A thouſand times goodnight. A thouſand times the worſe to want thy light, Loue goes toward Loue as ſchool-boyes frō thier books But Loue frō Loue, towards ſchoole with heauie lookes. Hiſt Romeo hiſt: O for a Falkners voice, To lure this Taſſell gentle backe againe, Bondage is hoarſe, and may not ſpeake aloud, Elſe would I teare the Caue where Eccho lies, And make her ayrie tongue more hoarſe, then With repetition of my Romeo. It is my ſoule that calls vpon my name. How ſiluer ſweet, ſound Louers tongues by night, Like ſofteſt Muſicke to attending eares. Romeo. My Neece. What a clock to morrow Shall I ſend to thee? By the houre of nine. I will not faile, 'tis twenty yeares till then, I haue forgot why I did call thee backe. Let me ſtand here till thou remember it. I ſhall forget, to haue thee ſtill ſtand there, Remembring how I Loue thy company.