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 0.86 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
For mine own part I breathe free breath: I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a Soldier. How fares your Majesty? Boyet prepare, I will away to night. Madam Not so, I do beseech you stay. Prepare I say: I thank you gracious Lords For all your fair endeavours and entreat: Out of a new sad-soule, that you vouchsafe, In your rich wisdom to excuse, or hide, The liberal opposition of our spirits, If overboldly we have borne ourselves, In the converse of breath (your gentleness Was guilty of it.) Farewell worthy Lord: A heavy heart bears not a humble tongue. Excuse me so coming too short of thanks, For my great suit, so easily obtained. The extreme parts of time extremely forms, All causes to the purpose of his speed: And often at his very lose decides That, which long process could not arbitrate. And though the mourning brow of progeny Forbidden the smiling courtecie of Love, The holy suit which feign it would convince, Yet since loves argument was first on foot, Let not the cloud of Sorrow justle it From what it purposed, since to wail friends lost, Is not by much so holdsome profitable, As to rejoice at friends but newly found. I understand you not, my griefs are double. Honest plain words, best pierce the ear of grief, And by these badges understand the King, For your fair sakes, have we neglected time. Played fouleplay with our oaths: your beauty Ladies Hath much deformed us, fashioning our humours Even to the opposed end of our intents. And what in us hath seemed ridiculous: As Love is full of unbefitting strains, All wanton as a child, skipping and vain. Formed by the eye, and therefore like the eye. Full of straying shapes, of habits and of forms▪ Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll. To every varied object in his glance: Which party coted presence of lose love Put on by us, if in your heavenly eyes, Have misbecombd our oaths and gravities. Those heavenly eyes that look into these faults, Suggested us to make, therefore Ladies Our love being yours, the error that Love makes Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false, By being once false, for ever to be true To those that make us both fair Ladies you. And even that falsehood in itself a sin, Thus purifies itself and turns to grace. We have received your Letters, full of Love: Your Favours, ambassadors of love. And in our maiden counsel rated them, At courtship pleasantiest and courtecie, As bombast and as lining to the time: But more devout than this our respects, Have we not been, and therefore met your Loves, In their own fashion like a merriment. Our letters madame, showed much more than jest. So did our looks. We did not coat them so. Now at the latest minute of the hour, Grant us your loves.
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For mine owne part I breath free breath: I haue ſeene the day of wrong through the litle hole of diſcretion, and I will right my ſelfe like a Souldier. How fares your Maieſtie? Boyet prepare, I will away to nyght. Madame Not ſo, I do beſeech you ſtay. Prepare I ſay: I thanke you gracious Lords For all your faire endeuours and intreat: Out of a new ſad-ſoule, that you vouchſafe, In your rich wiſedome to excuſe, or hide, The liberall oppoſition of our ſpirites, If ouerboldly we haue borne our ſelues, In the conuerſe of breath (your gentlenes Was guyltie of it.) Farewell worthy Lord: A heauie hart beares not a humble tongue. Excuſe me ſo comming too ſhort of thankes, For my great ſute, ſo eaſely obtainde. The extreame partes of time extreamly formes, All cauſes to the purpoſe of his ſpeede: And often at his very looſe decides That, which long proceſſe could not arbitrate. And though the mourning brow of progenie Forbid the ſmyling courtecie of Loue, The holy ſuite which faine it would conuince, Yet ſince Loues argument was firſt on foote, Let not the cloude of Sorrow iuſtle it From what it purpoſd, ſince to wayle friendes loſt, Is not by much ſo holdſome profitable, As to reioyce at friendes but newly found. I vnderſtand you not, my griefes are double. Honeſt plaine words, beſt pearce the eare of griefe, And by theſe badges vnderſtand the King, For your faire ſakes, haue we neglected time. Plaide fouleplay with our othes: your beautie Ladies Hath much deformed vs, faſhioning our humours Euen to the oppoſed ende of our ententes. And what in vs hath ſeemed rediculous: As Loue is full of vnbefitting ſtraines, All wanton as a childe, ſkipping and vaine. Formd by the eye, and therefore like the eye. Full of ſtraying ſhapes, of habites and of formes▪ Varying in ſubiectes as the eye doth roule. To euery varied obiect in his glaunce: Which partie coted preſence of looſe loue Put on by vs, if in your heauenly eyes, Haue miſbecombd our othes and grauities. Thoſe heauenly eyes that looke into theſe faultes, Suggeſted vs to make, therefore Ladies Our loue being yours, the errour that Loue makes Is likewiſe yours: we to our ſelues proue falſe, By being once falce, for euer to be true To thoſe that make vs both faire Ladies you. And euen that falſhood in it ſelfe a ſinne, Thus purifies it ſelfe and turns to grace. We haue receiud your Letters, full of Loue: Your Fauours, embaſſadours of Loue. And in our mayden counſaile rated them, At courtſhyp pleaſantieſt and courtecie, As bombaſt and as lyning to the time: But more deuout then this our reſpectes, Haue we not been, and therefore met your Loues, In their owne faſhyon like a merriment. Our letters madame, ſhewed much more then ieſt. So did our lookes. We did not cote them ſo. Now at the lateſt minute of the houre, Graunt vs your loues.