Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.76 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
You are too hard for me. Warble child, make passionate my sense of hearing. Concolinel. Sweet Air, go tenderness of years, take this Key, give enlargement to the Swain, bring him festinately hither, I must employ him in a letter to my love. Master, will you win your love with a french brawl? How meanest thou? brawling in French. No my complet Master, but to jig off a tune at the tongues end, canary to it with your feet, humour it with turning up your eyelids, sigh a note and sing a note sometime through the throat, if you swallowed love with singing love sometime through: nose as if you snuff up love by smelling love with your hat penthouse like one the shop of your eyes, with your arms crossed on your thinbellies' doublet like a Rabbit on a spit, or your hands in your pocket like ● man after the old painting, and keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away: these are complements, these are humours, these betray nice wenches that would be betrayed without these, and make them men of note: do you note men that most are affected to these. How hast thou purchased this experience? By my pen of observation. But o but o. The Hobby-horse is forfeit. Call'st thou my love Hobby-horse. No Master, the Hobby-horse is but a ●olt, and your love perhaps, a hackney: But have you forgot your Love? Almost I had. negligent student, learn her by heart. By heart, and in heart boy. And out of heart Master: all those three I will prove. What wilt thou prove? A man, if I live (and this) by, in, and without, upon the instant▪ by heart you love her, because your heart cannot come by her: in heart you love her, because your heart is in love with her: and out of heart you love her▪ being out of heart that you cannot enjoy her. I am all these three. And three times as much more, and yet nothing at all. Fetch hither the Swain, he must carry me a letter. A message well simpa●●isd, a Horse to be ambassador for an Ass. Ha ha, What sayest thou? Marry sir, you must send the Ass upon the Horse, for he is very slow gated: but I go. The way is but short, away. As swift as Led sir. The meaning pretty ingenius, is not Led a metal heavy, dull, and slow? Minnime honest Master, or rather Master no. I say Lead is slow. You are too swift sir to say so. Is that Led slow which is fired from a Gun▪ Sweet smoke of Rhetoric▪ He reputes me a Cannon, and the Bullet that's heer I shoot thee at the Swain. Thump then, and I flie. A most acute Iwenall, volable and free of grace, By thy favour sweet Welkin, I must sigh in thy face: Most rude melancholy, Valour gives thee place. My Herald is returned.
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You are too hard for mee. Warble child, make pasſionate my ſenſe of hearing. Concolinel. Sweete Ayer, go tendernes of yeeres, take this Key, giue enlargement to the Swaine, bring him feſtinatly hither, I muſt imploy him in a letter to my loue. Maiſter, will you win your loue with a french braule? How meaneſt thou? brawling in French. No my complt Maiſter, but to Iigge off a tune at the tongues ende, canarie to it with your feete, humour it with turning vp your eylids, ſigh a note and ſing a note ſomtime through the throate, if you ſwallowed loue with ſinging loue ſometime through: noſe as if you ſnuff vp loue by ſmelling loue with your hat penthouſe like oe the ſhop of your eyes, with your armes croſt on your thinbellies doblet like a Rabbet on a ſpit, or your handes in your pocket like man after the ole painting, and keepe not too long in one tune, but a ſip and away: theſe are complementes, theſe are humours, theſe betraie nice wenches that would be betraied without theſe, and make them men of note: do you note men that moſt are affected to theſe. How haſt thou purchaſed this experience? By my penne of obſertio. But o but o. The Hobbie-horſe is forgt. Calſt thou my loue Hobbi-horſe. No Maiſter, the Hobbi-horſe is but a olt, and your loue perhaps, a hacknie: But haue you forgot your Loue? Almoſt I had. Necligent ſtudent, learne her by hart. By hart, and in hart boy. And out of hart Maiſter: all thoſe three I will proue. What wilt thou proue? A man, if I liue (and this) by, in, and without, vpon the inſtan ▪ by hart you loue her, becauſe your hart cannot come by her: in hart you loue her, becauſe your hart is in loue with her: and out of hart you loue hr▪ being out of hart that you cannot enioy her. I am all theſe three. And three times as much more, and yet nothing at all. Fetch hither the Swaine, he muſt carrie me a letter. A meſſage well ſimpaiſd, a Horſe to be embaſſadoure for an Aſſe. Ha ha, What ſaieſt thou? Marrie ſir, you muſt ſend the Aſſe vpon the Horſe, for he is verie ſlow gated: but I go. The way is but ſhort, away. As ſwift as Lead ſir. The meaning prettie ingenius, is not Lead a mettal heauie, dull, and ſlow? Minnime honeſt Maiſter, or rather Maiſter no. I ſay Lead is ſlow. You are too ſwift ſir to ſay ſo. Is that Lead ſlow which is fierd from a Gunne▪ Sweete ſmoke of Rhetorike▪ He reputes me a Cannon, and the Bullet thats hee I ſhoote thee at the Swaine. Thump then, and I fle. A moſt acute Iuuenall, volable and free of grace, By thy fauour ſweete Welkin, I muſt ſigh in thy face: Moſt rude melancholie, Valour giues thee place. My Herald is returnd.