Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.75 · 489 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
By earth she is not, corporal, there you lie. Her Amber hairs 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 Ode that I have writ. Once more I'll mark how Love can vary Wit. On a day, alack the day: Love, whose Month is every 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 heaven's 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 love 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 truelove's 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 Love's grief desir'st society: You may look pale, but I should blush I know, To be o'erheard, 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! On 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.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1011–1077 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 42 in this edition
Length
489 words · 664 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T4 — Love-longing and the lover's complaintcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.751 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T2 · seed 44: T3 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
By earth ſhe is not, corporall, there you lye. Her Amber haires for foule hath amber coted. An Amber coloured Rauen was well noted. As vpright as the Cedar. Stoope I ſay her ſhoulder is with-child. As faire as day. I as ſome daies, 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 ſhe Raignes in my bloud, and will remembred be. A Feuer in your bloud, why then inciſion Would let her out in Sawcers, ſweet miſpriſion. Once more Ile read the Ode that I haue writ. Once more Ile marke how Loue can varry Wit. On a day, alack the day: Loue, whoſe Month is euery May, Spied a bloſſome paſſing faire, Playing in the wanton ayre: Through the Veluet, leaues the winde, All vnſeene, can paſſage finde. That the Louer ſicke to death, Wiſh himſelfe the heauens breath. Ayre (quoth he) thy cheekes may blowe, 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 plucke a ſweet. Doe not call it ſinne in me, That I am forſworne for thee. Thou for whom loue would ſweare, Iuno but an Aethiop were, And denie himſelfe for Ioue. Turning mortall for thy Loue. This will I ſend, and ſomething elſe 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 periur'd note: For none offend, where all alike doe dote. Dumaine, thy Loue is farre from charitie, That in Loues griefe deſir'ſt ſocietie: You may looke pale, but I ſhould bluſh I know, To be ore-heard, and taken napping ſo. Come ſir, you bluſh: as his, your caſe is ſuch, You chide at him, offending twice as much. You doe 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 heart. I haue beene cloſely ſhrowded in this buſh, And markt you both, and for you both did bluſh. I heard your guilty Rimes, obſeru'd your faſhion: Saw ſighes reeke from you, noted well your paſſion. Aye me, ſayes one! O Ioue, the other cries! On her haires were Gold, Chriſtall the others eyes. You would for Paradiſe breake Faith and troth, And Ioue for your Loue would infringe an oath. What will Berowne ſay when that he ſhall heare Faith infringed, which ſuch zeale did ſweare. How will he ſcorne? how will he ſpend 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 me.