Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 476 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
LEt Fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live registered upon our brazen Tombs, And then grace us in the disgrace of death: when spite of cormorant devouring Time, Th' endeavour of this present breath may buy: That honour which shall bate his scythes keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity: Therefore brave Conquerors, for so you are, That war against your own affections, And the huge Army of the world's desires. Our late edict shall strongly stand in force, Navarre shall be the wonder of the world. Our Court shall be a little Achademe, Still and contemplative in living Art. You three, Berowne, Dumaine, and Longavill, Have sworn for three years term, to live with me: My fellow Scholars, and to keep those statutes That are recorded in this schedule here. Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your names: That his own hand may strike his honour down, That violates the smallest branch herein: If you are armed to do, as sworn to do, Subscribe to your deep oaths, and keep it to. I am resolved, 'tis but a three years fast: The mind shall banquet, though the body pine, Fat paunches have lean pates: and dainty bits, Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt the wits. My loving Lord, Dumane is mortified, The grosser manner of these world's delights, He throws upon the gross world's base slaves: To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die, With all these living in Philosophy. I can but say their protestation over, So much, dear Liege, I have already sworn, That is, to live and study here three years. But there are other strict observances: As not to see a woman in that term, Which I hope well is not enroled there. And one day in a week to touch no food: And but one meal on every day beside: The which I hope is not enroled there. And then to sleep but three hours in the night, And not be seen to wink of all the day. When I was wont to think no harm all night, And make a dark night too of half the day: Which I hope well is not enroled there. O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep, Not to see Ladies, study, fast, not sleep. Your oath is past, to pass away from these. Let me say no my Liege, and if you please, I only swore to study with your grace, And stay here in your Court for three years space. You swore to that Berowne, and to the rest. By yea and nay sir, than I swore in jest. What is the end of study, let me know? Why that to know which else we should not know. Things hid & bar (you mean) from common sense. I, that is studies godlike recompense.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
LEt Fame, that all hunt after in their liues, Liue regiſtred vpon our brazen Tombes, And then grace vs in the diſgrace of death: when ſpight of cormorant deuouring Time, Th' endeuour of this preſent breath may buy: That honour which ſhall bate his ſythes keene edge, And make vs heyres of all eternitie: Therefore braue Conquerours, for ſo you are, That warre againſt your owne affections, And the huge Armie of the worlds deſires. Our late edict ſhall ſtrongly ſtand in force, Nauar ſhall be the wonder of the world. Our Court ſhall be a little Achademe, Still and contemplatiue in liuing Art. You three, Berowne, Dumaine, and Longauill, Haue ſworne for three yeeres terme, to liue with me: My fellow Schollers, and to keepe thoſe ſtatutes That are recorded in this ſcedule heere. Your oathes are paſt, and now ſubſcribe your names: That his owne hand may ſtrike his honour downe, That violates the ſmalleſt branch heerein: If you are arm'd to doe, as ſworne to do, Subſcribe to your deepe oathes, and keepe it to. I am reſolu'd, 'tis but a three yeeres faſt: The minde ſhall banquet, though the body pine, Fat paunches haue leane pates: and dainty bits, Make rich the ribs, but bankerout the wits. My louing Lord, Dumane is mortified, The groſſer manner of theſe worlds delights, He throwes vpon the groſſe worlds baſer ſlaues: To loue, to wealth, to pompe, I pine and die, With all theſe liuing in Philoſophie. I can but ſay their proteſtation ouer, So much, deare Liege, I haue already ſworne, That is, to liue and ſtudy heere three yeeres. But there are other ſtrict obſeruances: As not to ſee a woman in that terme, Which I hope well is not enrolled there. And one day in a weeke to touch no foode: And but one meale on euery day beſide: The which I hope is not enrolled there. And then to ſleepe but three houres in the night, And not be ſeene to winke of all the day. When I was wont to thinke no harme all night, And make a darke night too of halfe the day: Which I hope well is not enrolled there. O, theſe are barren taskes, too hard to keepe, Not to ſee Ladies, ſtudy, faſt, not ſleepe. Your oath is paſt, to paſſe away from theſe. Let me ſay no my Liedge, and if you pleaſe, I onely ſwore to ſtudy with your grace, And ſtay heere in your Court for three yeeres ſpace. You ſwore to that Berowne, and to the reſt. By yea and nay ſir, than I ſwore in ieſt. What is the end of ſtudy, let me know? Why that to know which elſe wee ſhould not know. Things hid & bard (you meane) frō cōmon ſenſe. I, that is ſtudies god-like recompence.