Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.83 · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
If to come hither, you have measured miles, And many miles: the Princess bids you tell, How many inches doth fill up one mile? Tell her we measure them by weary steps▪ She hears herself. How many weary steps, Of many weary miles you have over gone, Are numbered in the travail of one Mile? We number nothing that we spend for you, Our duty is so rich, so infinite, That we may do it still without account. Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face, That we (like savages) may worship it. My face is but a Moon, and clouded too. Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do. Vouchsafe bright Moon, and these thy Starts to shine, (Those clouds removed) upon our watery eyen. O vain petitioner, beg a greater matter, Thou now requests but Moonshine in the water. Then in our measure, do but vouchsafe one change, Berowne did swear himself out of all suite. Dumaine was at my service, and his sword, No point (quoth I) my servant, strait was mute. Lord Longavill said I came over his heart: And trow you what he called me? Qualm perhaps. Yes in good faith. Go sickness as thou art. Well, better-wits have worn plain sta●● Caps. But will you hear; the King is my Love sworn. And quick Berowne hath plighted Faith to me. And Longavill was for my service borne. Dumain is mine as sure as bark on tree. Madame, and pretty mistresses give ear▪ Immediately they will again be here, In their own shapes: for it can never be, They will digest this harsh indignity. Will they return? They will they will, God knows, And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows: Therefore change Favours, and when they repair, Blow like sweet Roses, in this summer air. How blow? how blow? Speak to be understood. Fair Ladies masked, are Roses in their bud: dismasked, their damask sweet commixture shown, Are Angels varling clouds, or Roses blown. Avaunt perplexity, What shall we do, If they return in their own shapes to woe? Good Madam, if by me you'll be advised, Let's mock them still as well known as disguysde: Let us complain to them what fools were hear, Disguysd like Muscovites in shapeless gear: And wonder what they were, and to what end Their shallow shows, and Prologue vildly pend▪ And their rough carriage so ridiculous, Should be presented at our Tent to us. Ladies, withdraw: the gallants are at hand, Whip to our Tents as Roes runs o'er land. Fair sir, God save you: where's the Princess? Gone to her Tent. Please it your Majesty command me any service to her thither, That she vouchsafe me audience for one word. I will, and so will she, I know my Lord.
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If to come hither, you haue meaſurde miles, And manie miles: the Princeſſe bids you tell, How manie inches doth fill vp one mile? Tell her we meaſure them by weerie ſteps▪ She heares her ſelfe. How manie weerie ſteps, Of manie weerie miles you haue ore gone, Are numbred in the trauaile of one Mile? We number nothing that we ſpend for you, Our duetie is ſo rich, ſo infinite, That we may do it ſtill without accompt. Vouchſafe to ſhew the ſunſhine of your face, That we (like ſauages) may worſhip it. My face is but a Moone, and clouded too. Bleſſed are cloudes, to do as ſuch cloudes do. Vouchſafe bright Moone, and theſe thy Starts to ſhine, (Thoſe cloudes remooued) vpon our waterie eyne. O vaine peticioner, begg a greater matter, Thou now requeſts but Mooneſhine in the water. Then in our meaſure, do but vouchſafe one change, Berowne did ſweare him ſelfe out of all ſute. Dumaine was at my ſeruice, and his ſword, No poynt (quoth I) my ſeruant, ſtraight was mute. Lord Longauill ſaid I came ore his hart: And trow you what he calde me? Qualme perhapt. Yes in good faith. Goe ſicknes as thou art. Well, better-wits haue worne plaine ſta Caps. But will you heare; the King is my Loue ſworne. And quicke Berowne hath plighted Fayth to me. And Longauill was for my ſeruice borne. Dumaine is mine as ſure as barke on tree. Madame, and prettie miſtreſſes giue eare▪ Immediatly they will againe be heere, In their owne ſhapes: for it can neuer be, They will digeſt this harſh indignitie. Will they returne? They will they will, God knowes, And leape for ioy, though they are lame with blowes: Therefore change Fauours, and when they repaire, Blow like ſweete Roſes, in this ſommer aire. How blow? how blow? Speake to be vnderſtood. Faire Ladies maskt, are Roſes in their bud: Diſmaskt, their dammaske ſweete commixture ſhowne, Are Angels varling cloudes, or Roſes blowne. Auaunt perplexitie, What ſhall we do, If they returne in their owne ſhapes to woe? Good Madame, if by me youle be aduiſde, Lets mocke them ſtill as well knowne as diſguyſde: Let vs complaine to them what fooles were heare, Diſguyſd like Muſcouites in ſhapeles geare: And wonder what they were, and to what ende Their ſhallow ſhowes, and Prologue vildly pende▪ And their rough carriage ſo rediculous, Should be preſented at our Tent to vs. Ladies, withdraw: the gallants are at hand, Whip to our Tents as Roes runs ore land. Faire ſir, God ſaue you: Wher's the Princeſſe? Gone to her Tent. Pleaſe it your Maieſtie commaunde me any ſeruice to her thither, That ſhe vouchſafe me audience for one word. I will, and ſo will ſhe, I know my Lord.