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 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Peace ho for shame, confusions: Care lives not In these confusions, heaven and yourself Had part in this fair Maid, now heaven hath all, And all the better is it for the Maid: Your part in her, you could not keep from death, But heaven keeps his part in eternal life: The most you sought was her promotion, For 'twas your heaven, she shouldst be aduan'st, And weep ye now, seeing she is aduan'st, Above the Clouds, as high as Heaven itself? O in this love, you love your Child so ill, That you run mad, seeing that she is well: she's not well married, that lives married long, But she's best married, that dies married young. Dry up your tears, and stick your Rosemary On this fair Coarse, and as the custom is, And in her best array bear her to Church: For though some Nature bids all us lament, Yet Nature's tears are Reason's merriment. All things that we ordained Festival, Turn from their office to black Funeral: Our instruments to melancholy Bells, Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial Feast: Our solemn Hymns, to sullen Dirges change: Our Bridal flowers serve for a buried Coarse: And all things change them to the contrary. Sir go you in; and Madam, go with him, And go sir Paris, every one prepare To follow this fair Coarse unto her grave: The heavens do lower upon you, for some ill: Move them no more, by crossing their high will. Faith we may put up our Pipes and be gone. Honest good fellows. Ah put up, put up, For well you know, this is a pitiful case. I by my troth, the case may be amended. Musicians, oh Musicians, Hearts ease, heart's ease, O, and you will have me live, play hearts ease. Why hearts ease; O Musicians, Because my heart itself plays, my heart is full. Not a dump we, 'tis no time to play now. You will not then? No. I will then give it you sound. What will you give us? No money on my faith, but the gleek. I will give you the Minstrel. Then will I give you the Serving creature. Then will I lay the serving Creatures Dagger on your pate. I will carry no Crotchets, I'll Re you, I'll Fa you, do you note me? And you Re us, and Fa us, you Note us. Pray you put up your Dagger, And put out your wit. Then have at you with my wit. I will drie-beate you with an iron wit, And put up my iron Dagger. Answer me like men: When gripping, griefs the heart doth wound, than Music with her silver sound. Why silver sound? why Music with her silver sound? what say you Simon Catling? Marry sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Pratest, what say you Hugh Rebicke? I say silver sound, because Musicians sound for silver Pratest to, what say you Iames Sound-Post? Faith I know not what to say.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Peace ho for ſhame, confuſions: Care liues not In theſe confuſions, heauen and your ſelfe Had part in this faire Maid, now heauen hath all, And all the better is it for the Maid: Your part in her, you could not keepe from death, But heauen keepes his part in eternall life: The moſt you ſought was her promotion, For 'twas your heauen, ſhe ſhouldſt be aduan'ſt, And weepe ye now, ſeeing ſhe is aduan'ſt, Aboue the Cloudes, as high as Heauen it ſelfe? O in this loue, you loue your Child ſo ill, That you run mad, ſeeing that ſhe is well: Shee's not well married, that liues married long, But ſhee's beſt married, that dies married yong. Drie vp your teares, and ſticke your Roſemarie On this faire Coarſe, and as the cuſtome is, And in her beſt array beare her to Church: For though ſome Nature bids all vs lament, Yet Natures teares are Reaſons merriment. All things that we ordained Feſtiuall, Turne from their office to blacke Funerall: Our inſtruments to melancholy Bells, Our wedding cheare, to a ſad buriall Feaſt: Our ſolemne Hymnes, to ſullen Dyrges change: Our Bridall flowers ſerue for a buried Coarſe: And all things change them to the contrarie. Sir go you in; and Madam, go with him, And go ſir Paris, euery one prepare To follow this faire Coarſe vnto her graue: The heauens do lowre vpon you, for ſome ill: Moue them no more, by croſſing their high will. Faith we may put vp our Pipes and be gone. Honeſt good fellowes▪ Ah put vp, put vp, For well you know, this is a pitifull caſe. I by my troth, the caſe may be amended. Muſitions, oh Muſitions, Hearts eaſe, hearts eaſe, O, and you will haue me liue, play hearts eaſe. Why hearts eaſe; O Muſitions, Becauſe my heart it ſelfe plaies, my heart is full. Not a dump we, 'tis no time to play now. You will not then? No. I will then giue it you ſoundly. What will you giue vs? No money on my faith, but the gleeke. I will giue you the Minſtrell. Then will I giue you the Seruing creature. Then will I lay the ſeruing Creatures Dagger on your pate. I will carie no Crochets, Ile Re you, Ile Fa you, do you note me? And you Re vs, and Fa vs, you Note vs. Pray you put vp your Dagger, And put out your wit. Then haue at you with my wit. I will drie-beate you with an yron wit, And put vp my yron Dagger. Anſwere me like men: When griping, griefes the heart doth wound, then Muſicke with her ſiluer ſound. Why ſiluer ſound? why Muſicke with her ſiluer ſound? what ſay you Simon Catling? Mary ſir, becauſe ſiluer hath a ſweet ſound. Prateſt, what ſay you Hugh Rebicke? I ſay ſiluer ſound, becauſe Muſitions ſound for ſiluer Prateſt to, what ſay you Iames Sound-Poſt? Faith I know not what to ſay.