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 0.81 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Where is my Mother? Why she is within, where should she be? How oddly thou repli'st: Your Love says like an honest Gentleman Where is your Mother? O Gods Lady dear, Are you so hot? marry come up I trow, Is this the Poultis for my aching bones? Henceforward do your messages yourself. here's such a coil, come what says Romeo? Have you got leave to go to shrift to day? I have. Then high you hence to Friar Laurence Cell, There stays a Husband to make you a wife: Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, They'll be in Scarlet strait at any news: Hie you to Church, I must an other way, To fetch a Ladder by the which your Love Must climbed a birds nest Soon when it is dark: I am the drudge, and toil in your delight: But you shall bear the burden soon at night. Go I'll to dinner, hie you to the Cell. Hie to high Fortune, honest Nurse, farewell. So smile the heavens upon this holy act, That after hours, with sorrow chide us not. Amen, amen, but come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight: Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then Love-devouring death do what he dare, It is enough. I may but call her mine. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph: die like fire and powder; Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore Love moderately, long Love doth so, Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Here comes the Lady. Oh so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint, A Lover may bestride the Gossamours, That ydles in the wanton Summer air, And yet not fall, so light is vanity. Good even to my ghostly Confessor. Romeo shall thank thee Daughter for us both. As much to him, else in his thanks too much. Ah Iuliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heaped like mine, and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue. Unfold the imagined happiness that both Receive in either, by this dear encounter. Conceit more rich in matter then in words, Brags of his substance, not of Ornament: They are but beggars that can count their worth, But my true Love is grown to such such excess, I cannot sum up some of half my wealth. Come, come with me, & we will make short work, For by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, Till holy Church incorporate two in one. I pray thee good Mercutio let's retire, The day is hot, the Capulets abroad: And if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl, for now these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
seed 43: T2 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Where is my Mother? Why ſhe is within, where ſhould ſhe be? How odly thou repli'ſt: Your Loue ſaies like an honeſt Gentleman Where is your Mother? O Gods Lady deare, Are you ſo hot? marrie come vp I trow, Is this the Poultis for my aking bones? Henceforward do your meſſages your ſelfe. Heere's ſuch a coile, come what ſaies Romeo? Haue you got leaue to go to ſhrift to day? I haue. Then high you hence to Frier Lawrence Cell, There ſtaies a Husband to make you a wife: Now comes the wanton bloud vp in your cheekes, The'le be in Scarlet ſtraight at any newes: Hie you to Church, I muſt an other way, To fetch a Ladder by the which your Loue Muſt climde a birds neſt Soone when it is darke: I am the drudge, and toile in your delight: But you ſhall beare the burthen ſoone at night. Go Ile to dinner, hie you to the Cell. Hie to high Fortune, honeſt Nurſe, farewell. So ſmile the heauens vpon this holy act, That after houres, with ſorrow chide vs not. Amen, amen, but come what ſorrow can, It cannot counteruaile the exchange of ioy That one ſhort minute giues me in her ſight: Do thou but cloſe our hands with holy words, Then Loue-deuouring death do what he dare, It is inough. I may but call her mine. Theſe violent delights haue violent endes, And in their triumph: die like fire and powder; Which as they kiſſe conſume. The ſweeteſt honey Is loathſome in his owne deliciouſneſſe, And in the taſte confoundes the appetite. Therefore Loue moderately, long Loue doth ſo, Too ſwift arriues as tardie as too ſlow. Here comes the Lady. Oh ſo light a foot Will nere weare out the euerlaſting flint, A Louer may beſtride the Goſſamours, That ydles in the wanton Summer ayre, And yet not fall, ſo light is vanitie. Good euen to my ghoſtly Confeſſor. Romeo ſhall thanke thee Daughter for vs both. As much to him, elſe in his thanks too much. Ah Iuliet, if the meaſure of thy ioy Be heapt like mine, and that thy skill be more To blaſon it, then ſweeten with thy breath This neighbour ayre, and let rich muſickes tongue. Vnfold the imagin'd happineſſe that both Receiue in either, by this deere encounter. Conceit more rich in matter then in words, Brags of his subſtance, not of Ornament: They are but beggers that can count their worth, But my true Loue is growne to ſuch ſuch exceſſe, I cannot ſum vp ſome of halfe my wealth. Come, come with me, & we will make ſhort worke, For by your leaues, you ſhall not ſtay alone, Till holy Church incorporate two in one. I pray thee good Mercutio lets retire, The day is hot, the Capulets abroad: And if we meet, we ſhal not ſcape a brawle, for now theſe hot dayes, is the mad blood ſtirring.