Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 498 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
A woman sometimes, if you saw her in the light. Perchance light in the light: I desire her name. She hath but one for herself, To desire that were a shame. Pray you sir, whose daughter? Her Mothers, I have heard. God's blessing a your beard. Good sir be not offended, She is an heir of Faulconbridge. Nay, my choler is ended: She is a most sweet Lady. Not unlike sir, that may be. What's her name in the cap. Katherine by good hap. Is she wedded, or no. To her will sir, or so. You are welcome sir, adieu. Far well to me sir, and welcome to you. That last is Beroune, the merry madcap Lord. Not a word with him, but a jest. And every jest but a word. It was well done of you to take him at his word. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to board. Two hot Sheep's marry: And wherefore not Ships? No Sheep (sweet Lamb) unless we feed on your lips. You Sheep & I pasture: shall that finish the jest? So you grant pasture for me. Not so gentle beast. My lips are no Common, though several they be. Belonging to whom? To my fortunes and me. Good wits will be jangling, but gentles agree. This civil war of wits were much better used On Navarre and his bookmen, for here 'tis abused. If my observation (which very seldom lies By the hearts still rhetoric, disclosed with eyes) Deceive me not now, Navarre is infected. With what? With that which we Lovers entitle affected. Your reason. Why all his behaviours do make their retire, To the court of his eye, peeping through desire. His hart like an Agate with your print impressed, Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed. His tongue all impatient to speak and not see, Did stumble with haste in his eyesight to be, All senses to that sense did make their repair, To feel only looking on fairest of fair: Me thought all his senses were locked in his eye, As jewels in Crystal for some Prince to buy. Who tendering their own worth from whence they were glast, Did point out to buy them along as you past. His faces own margin did coat such amazes, That all eyes saw his eyes enchanted with gazes. I'll give you Aquitaine, and all that is his, And you give him for my sake, but one loving Kiss. Come to our Pavilion, Boyet is disposed. But to speak that in words, which his eye hath disclosed. I only have made a mouth of his eye, By adding a tongue, which I know will not lie. Thou art an old Love-monger, and speakest skilfully. He is Cupid's Grandfather, and learns news of him. Then was Venus like her mother, for her father is but grim. Do you hear my mad wenches? No. What then, do you see? I, our way to be gone.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
A woman ſomtimes, if you ſaw her in the light. Perchance light in the light: I deſire her name. Shee hath but one for her ſelfe, To deſire that were a ſhame. Pray you ſir, whoſe daughter? Her Mothers, I haue heard. Gods bleſſing a your beard. Good ſir be not offended, Shee is an heyre of Faulconbridge. Nay, my choller is ended: Shee is a moſt ſweet Lady. Not vnlike ſir, that may be. What's her name in the cap. Katherine by good hap. Is ſhe wedded, or no. To her will ſir, or ſo. You are welcome ſir, adiew. Fare well to me ſir, and welcome to you. That laſt is Beroune, the mery mad-cap Lord. Not a word with him, but a ieſt. And euery ieſt but a word. It was well done of you to take him at his word. I was as willing to grapple, as he was to boord. Two hot Sheepes marie: And wherefore not Ships? No Sheepe (ſweet Lamb) vnleſſe we feed on your lips. You Sheep & I paſture: ſhall that finiſh the ieſt? So you grant paſture for me. Not ſo gentle beaſt. My lips are no Common, though ſeuerall they be. Belonging to whom? To my fortunes and me. Good wits wil be iangling, but gentles agree. This ciuill warre of wits were much better vſed On Nauar and his bookemen, for heere 'tis abus'd. If my obſeruation (which very ſeldome lies By the hearts ſtill rhetoricke, diſcloſed with eyes) Deceiue me not now, Nauar is infected. With what? With that which we Louers intitle affected. Your reaſon. Why all his behauiours doe make their retire, To the court of his eye, peeping thorough deſire. His hart like an Agot with your print impreſſed, Proud with his forme, in his eie pride expreſſed. His tongue all impatient to ſpeake and not ſee, Did ſtumble with haſte in his eie-ſight to be, All ſences to that ſence did make their repaire, To feele onely looking on faireſt of faire: Me thought all his ſences were lockt in his eye, As Iewels in Chriſtall for ſome Prince to buy. Who tendring their own worth from whence they were glaſt, Did point out to buy them along as you paſt. His faces owne margent did coate ſuch amazes, That all eyes ſaw his eies inchanted with gazes. Ile giue you Aquitaine, and all that is his, And you giue him for my ſake, but one louing Kiſſe. Come to our Pauillion, Boyet is diſpoſde. But to ſpeak that in words, which his eie hath diſclos'd. I onelie haue made a mouth of his eie, By adding a tongue, which I know will not lie. Thou art an old Loue-monger, and ſpeakeſt skilfully. He is Cupids Grandfather, and learnes news of him. Then was Venus like her mother, for her father is but grim. Do you heare my mad wenches? No. What then, do you ſee? I, our way to be gone.