Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
BY heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible: true that thou art beauteous, truth itself that thou art lovely: more fairer than fair, beautiful then beauteous, truer than truth itself: have commiseration on thy heroical Vassal. The magnanimous and most illustrate King Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate Beggar Zenelophon: and he it was that might rightly say, Veni, vidi, vici: Which to annothanize in the vulgar, O base and obscure vulgar; videliset, He came, See, and overcame: He came, one; see, two; covercame, three. Who came? the King. Why did he come? to see. Why did he see? to overcome. To whom came he? to the Beggar. What saw he? the Beggar. Who overcame he? the beggar▪ The conclusion is victory: On whose side? the King: the captive is enriched, on whose side? the Beggars. The catastrophe is a Nuptial, on whose side? the Kings: no, on both in one, or one in both. I am the King (for so stands the comparison) thou the Beggar, for so witnesseth thy lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may. Shall I enforce thy love? I could. Shall I entreat thy love? I will. What, shalt thou exchange for rags robes, for tittles titles, for thyself, me. Thus expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy every part. Thine in the dearest design of industri, Don Adriana de Armatho. Thus dost thou hear the nemean Lion roar, 'Gainst thee thou Lamb, that standest as his prey: Submissive fall his princely feet before, And he from forage will incline to play. But if thou strive (poor soul) what art thou then? Food for his rage, repasture for his den. What plume of feathers is he that indicted this letter? What vain? What Weathercock? Did you ever hear better? I am much deceived, but I remember the style. Else your memory is bad, going o'er it erewhile. This Armado is a Spaniard that keeps here in court. A Phantasime a Monarcho, and one that makes sport To the Prince and his Booke-mates. Thou fellow, a word. Who gave thee this letter? I told you, my Lord. To whom shouldst thou give it? From my Lord to my Lady. From which Lord, to which Lady? From my Lord Berowne, a good Master of mine, To a Lady of France, that he called Rosaline. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come Lords away. Here sweet, put up this, willbe thine another day. Who is the shooter? Who is the shooter? Shall I teach you to know. I my continent of beauty. Why she that bears the Bow. Finely put off. My Lady goes to kill horns, but if thou marry, hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry. Finely put on. Well then I am the shooter. And who is your Dear? If we choose by the horns, yourself come not near. Finely put on in deed.
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BY heauen, that thou art faire, is moſt infallible: true that thou art beautious, trueth it ſelfe that thou art louelie: more fairer then faire, beautifull then beautious, truer then trueth it ſelfe: haue comiſeration on thy heroicall Vaſſall. The magnanimous and moſt illuſtrate King Cophetua ſet eie vpon the pernicious and indubitate Begger Zenelophon: and he it was that might rightly ſay, Veni, vidi, vici: Which to annothanize in the vulgar, O baſe and obſcure vulgar; videliſet, He came, See, and ouercame: He came, one; ſee, two; couercame, three. Who came? the King. Why did he come? to ſee. Why did he ſee? to ouercome. To whom came he? to the Begger. What ſaw he? the Begger. Who ouercame he? the Begge ▪ The concluſion is victorie: On whoſe ſide? the King: the captiue is inricht, on whoſe ſide? the Beggers. The cataſtrophe is a Nuptiall, on whoſe ſide? the Kinges: no, on both in one, or one in both. I am the King (for ſo ſtandes the compariſon) thou the Begger, for ſo witneſſeth thy lowlines. Shall I commande thy loue? I may. Shall I enforce thy loue? I coulde. Shall I entreate thy loue? I will. What, ſhalt thou exchange for raggs roabes, for tittles tytles, for thy ſelfe, mee. Thus expecting thy replie, I prophane my lippes on thy foote, my eyes on thy picture, and my hart on thy euerie part. Thine in the deareſt deſigne of induſtri, Don Adriana de Armatho. Thus doſt thou heare the nemean Lion roare, Gainſt thee thou Lambe, that ſtandeſt as his pray: Submisſiue fall his princely feete before, And he from forrage will incline to play. But if thou ſtriue (poore ſoule) what art thou then? Foode for his rage, repaſture for his den. What plume of fethers is he that indited this letter? What vaine? What Wethercock? Did you euer heare better? I am much deceiued, but I remember the ſtile. Els your memorie is bad, going ore it erewhile. This Armado is a Spaniard that keepes here in court. A Phantaſime a Monarcho, and one that makes ſport To the Prince and his Booke-mates. Thou fellow, a worde. Who gaue thee this letter? I tolde you, my Lord. To whom ſhouldſt thou giue it? From my Lord to my Ladie. From which Lord, to which Ladie? From my Lord Berowne, a good Maiſter of mine, To a Ladie of France, that he calde Roſaline. Thou haſt miſtaken his letter. Come Lords away. Here ſweete, put vp this, twilbe thine annother day. Who is the ſhooter? Who is the ſhooter? Shall I teach you to know. I my continent of beautie. Why ſhe that beares the Bow. Finely put off. My Lady goes to kill hornes, but if thou marrie, hang me by the necke, if horns that yeere miſcarrie. Finely put on. Well then I am the ſhooter. And who is your Deare? If we chooſe by the hornes, your ſelfe come not neare. Finely put on in deede.