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 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
By earth she is not, croporall, there you lie. Her Amber heirs for foul hath amber coted. An amber coloured Raven was well noted. As upright as the Cedar. Stoop I say, her shoulder is with child. As fair as day. I as some days, but then no Sun must shine. O that I had my wish? And I had mine. And mine too good Lord. Amen, so I had mine: Is not that a good word? I would forget her, but a Fever she Reigns in my blood, and will remembered be. A Fever in your blood, why then incision Would let her out in Saucers, sweet misprision. Once more I'll read the Odo that I have writ. Once more I'll mark how Love can vary Wit. On a day, alack the day: Love, whose Month is ever May: Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the Velvet, leaves the wind, All unseen, can passage find: That the Lover sick to death. Wish himself the heavens breath. Air (quoth he) thy cheeks may blow, Air would I might triumph so, But alack my hand is sworn, Near to pluck thee from thy throne: Vow alack for youth unmeet, Youth so apt to pluck a sweet. Do not call it sin in me, That I am forsworn for thee: Thou for whom Ioue would swear, Iuno but an Aethiop were, And deny himself for Ioue, Turning mortal for thy love. This will I send, and something else more plain. That shall express my true loves fasting pain. O would the King, Berowne, and Longavill, Were Lovers too, ill to example ill, Would from my forehead wipe a perjured note: For none offend, where all alike do dote. Dumaine thy Love is far from charity, That in loves grief desirest society: You may look pale, but I should blush I know, To be orehard and taken napping so. Come sir, you blush: as his, your case is such. You chide at him, offending twice as much. You do not love Maria? Longavile, Did never Sonnet for her sake compile, Nor never lay his wreathed arms athwart His loving bosom, to keep down his heart. I have been closely shrouded in this bush, And marked you both, and for you both did blush. I heard your guilty Rhymes, observed your fashion: Saw sighs reek from you, noted well your passion. Ay me says one! O Ioue the other cries! One her hairs were Gold, Crystal the others eyes. You would for paradise break Faith and troth, And Ioue for your Love would infringe an oath. What will Berowne say when that he shall hear Faith infringed, which such zeal did swear. How will he scorn, how will he spend his wit? How will he triumph, leap, and laugh at it? For all the wealth that ever I did see, I would not have him know so much by me.
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By earth ſhe is not, croporall, there you ly. Her Amber heires for foule hath amber coted. An amber colourd Rauen was well noted. As vpright as the Ceder. Stoope I ſay, her ſhoulder is with child. As faire as day. I as ſome dayes, but then no Sunne muſt ſhine. O that I had my wiſh? And I had mine. And mine too good Lord. Amen, ſo I had mine: Is not that a good word? I would forget her, but a Feuer ſhee Raignes in my blood, and will remembred be. A Feuer in your blood, why then inciſion Would let her out in Sawcers, ſweete miſpriſon. Once more Ile reade the Odo that I haue writ. Once more Ile marke how Loue can varrie Wit. On a day, alacke the day: Loue, whoſe Month is euer May: Spied a bloſſome pasſing faire, Playing in the wanton aire: Through the Veluet, leaues the wind, All vnſeene, can paſſage finde: That the Louer ſicke to death. Wiſh himſelfe the heauens breath. Ayre (quoth he) thy cheekes may blow, Ayre would I might triumph ſo, But alacke my hand is ſworne, Nere to plucke thee from thy throne: Vow alacke for youth vnmeete, Youth ſo apt to pluck a ſweete. Do not call it ſinne in me, That I am forſworne for thee: Thou for whom Ioue would ſweare, Iuno but an Aethiop were, And denie himſelfe for Ioue, Turning mortall for thy loue. This will I ſend, and ſomething els more plaine. That ſhall expreſſe my true loues faſting paine. O would the King, Berowne, and Longauill, Were Louers too, ill to example ill, Would from my forehead wipe a periurde note: For none offende, where all alike do dote. Dumaine thy Loue is farre from charitie, That in loues griefe deſirſt ſocietie: You may looke pale, but I ſhould bluſh I know, To be ore-hard and taken napping ſo. Come ſir, you bluſh: as his, your caſe is ſuch. You chide at him, offending twice as much. You do not loue Maria? Longauile, Did neuer Sonnet for her ſake compile, Nor neuer lay his wreathed armes athwart His louing boſome, to keepe downe his hart. I haue been cloſely ſhrowded in this buſh, And markt you both, and for you both did bluſh. I heard your guyltie Rimes, obſerude your faſhion: Saw ſighes reeke from you, noted well your paſhion. Ay mee ſayes one! O Ioue the other cryes! One her haires were Golde, Chriſtal the others eyes. You would for Parradiſe breake Fayth and troth, And Ioue for your Loue would infringe an oth. What will Berowne ſay when that he ſhall heare Fayth infringed, which ſuch zeale did ſweare. How will he ſcorne, how will he ſpende his wit? How will he triumph, leape, and laugh at it? For all the wealth that euer I did ſee, I would not haue him know ſo much by mee.