Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 499 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
I'll make one in a dance, or so: or I will play on the taber to the Worthies, & let them dance the hey. Most Dull, honest Dull, to our sport away. Sweet hearts we shall be rich ere we depart, If fairings come thus plentifully in. A Lady walled about with Diamonds: Look you, what I have from the loving King. Madam, came nothing else along with that? Nothing but this yes as much love in Rhyme, As would be crammed up in a sheet of paper Writ on both sides the lease, margin and all, That he was fain to seal on Cupid's name. That was the way to make his godhead wax: For he hath been five thousand years a Boy. I, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too. You'll ne'er be friends with him, a killed your sister. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy, and so she died: had she been Light like you, of such a merry nimble stirring spirit, she might a been a Grandam ere she died. And so may you: For a light heart lives long. What's your dark meaning mouse, of this light word? A light condition in a beauty dark. We need more light to find your meaning out. You'll mar the light by taking it in snuff: Therefore I'll darkly end the argument. Look what you do, you do it still i' th' dark. So do not you, for you are a light Wench. Indeed I weigh not you, and therefore light. You weigh me not, O that's you care not for me. Great reason: for past care, is still past cure. Well bandied both, a set of Wit well played. But Rosaline, you have a Favour too? Who sent it? and what is it? I would you knew. And if my face were but as fair as yours. My Favour were as great, be witness this. Nay, I have Verses too, I thank Berowne, The numbers true, and were the numbering too, I were the fairest goddess on the ground. I am compared to twenty thousand fairs. O he hath drawn my picture in his letter. Any thing like? Much in the letters, nothing in the praise. Beauteous as Ink: a good conclusion. Fair as a text B. in a Copy book. Aware pensals. How? Let me not die your debtor, My red Dominical, my golden letter. O that your face were full of Ocs. A Pox of that jest, and I beshrew all Shrew's: But Katherine, what was sent to you From fair Dumain? Madame, this Glove. Did he not send you twain? Yes Madame: and moreover, Some thousand Verses of a faithful Lover. A huge translation of hypocrisy, Vildly compiled, profound simplicity. This, and these Pearls, to me sent Longavile. The Letter is too long by half a mile. I think no less: Dost thou wish in heart The Chain were longer, and the Letter short. I, or I would these hands might never part.
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)
Ile make one in a dance, or ſo: or I will play on the taber to the Worthies, & let them dance the hey. Moſt Dull, honeſt Dull, to our ſport away. Sweet hearts we ſhall be rich ere we depart, If fairings come thus plentifully in. A Lady wal'd about with Diamonds: Look you, what I haue from the louing King. Madam, came nothing elſe along with that? Nothing but this yes as much loue in Rime, As would be cram'd vp in a ſheet of paper Writ on both ſides the leaſe, margent and all, That he was faine to ſeale on Cupids name. That was the way to make his god-head wax: For he hath beene fiue thouſand yeeres a Boy. I, and a ſhrewd vnhappy gallowes too. You'll nere be friends with him, a kild your ſiſter. He made her melancholy, ſad, and heauy, and ſo ſhe died: had ſhe beene Light like you, of ſuch a merrie nimble ſtirring ſpirit, ſhe might a bin a Grandam ere ſhe died. And ſo may you: For a light heart liues long. What's your darke meaning mouſe, of this light word? A light condition in a beauty darke. We need more light to finde your meaning out. You'll marre the light by taking it in ſnuffe: Therefore Ile darkely end the argument. Look what you doe, you doe it ſtil i' th darke. So do not you, for you are a light Wench. Indeed I waigh not you, and therefore light. You waigh me not, O that's you care not for me. Great reaſon: for paſt care, is ſtill paſt cure. Well bandied both, a ſet of Wit well played. But Roſaline, you haue a Fauour too? Who ſent it? and what is it? I would you knew. And if my face were but as faire as yours. My Fauour were as great, be witneſſe this. Nay, I haue Verſes too, I thanke Berowne, The numbers true, and were the numbring too, I were the faireſt goddeſſe on the ground. I am compar'd to twenty thouſand fairs. O he hath drawne my picture in his letter. Any thing like? Much in the letters, nothing in the praiſe. Beauteous as Incke: a good concluſion. Faire as a text B. in a Coppie booke. Ware penſals. How? Let me not die your debtor, My red Dominicall, my golden letter. O that your face were full of Ocs. A Pox of that ieſt, and I beſhrew all Shrowes: But Katherine, what was ſent to you From faire Dumaine? Madame, this Gloue. Did he not ſend you twaine? Yes Madame: and moreouer, Some thouſand Verſes of a faithfull Louer. A huge tranſlation of hypocriſie, Vildly compiled, profound ſimplicitie. This, and theſe Pearls, to me ſent Longauile. The Letter is too long by halfe a mile. I thinke no leſſe: Doſt thou wiſh in heart The Chaine were longer, and the Letter ſhort. I, or I would theſe hands might neuer part.