Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 512 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
They say that they have measured many a mile, To tread a Measure with you on this grass. It is not so. Ask them how many inches Is in one mile? If they have measured many, The measure then of one is easily told: If to come hither, you have measured miles, And many miles: the Princess bids you tell, How many inches doth fill up one mile? Tell her we measure them by weary steps. She hears herself. How many weary steps, Of many weary miles you have overgo, Are numbered in the travel of one mile? We number nothing that we spend for you, Our duty is so rich, so infinite, That we may do it still without account. Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face, That we (like savages) may worship it. My face is but a Moon, and clouded too. Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do. Vouchsafe bright Moon, and these thy stars to shine, (Those clouds removed) upon our watery eyen. O vain petitioner, beg a greater matter, Thou now requests but Moonshine in the water. Then in our measure, vouchsafe but one change. Thou bidst me beg, this begging is not strange. Play music then: nay you must do it soon. Not yet no dance: thus change I like the Moon. Will you not dance? How come you thus estranged? You took the Moon at full, but now she's changed? Yet still she is the Moon, and I the Man. The music plays, vouchsafe some motion to it: Our ears vouchsafe it. But your legs should do it. Since you are strangers, & come here by chance, we'll not be nice, take hands, we will not dance. Why take you hands then? Only to part friends. Curtsy sweet hearts, and so the Measure ends. More measure of this measure, be not nice. We can afford no more at such a price. Prise yourselves: What buys your company? Your absence only. That can never be. Then cannot we be bought: and so adieu, Twice to your Visore, and half once to you. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat. In private then. I am best pleased with that. White handed Mistress, one sweet word with thee. Hony, and Milk, and Sugar: there is three. Nay then two treyes, an if you grow so nice Methegline, Wort, and Malmsey; well run dice: There's half a dozen sweets. Seventh sweet adieu, since you can cog, I'll play no more with you. One word in secret. Let it not be sweet. Thou grievest my gall. Gall, bitter. Therefore meet. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word? Name it. Fair Lady. Say you so? Fair Lord: Take you that for your fair Lady. Please it you, As much in private, and I'll bid adieu. What, was your vizard made without a tongue? I know the reason Lady why you ask. O for your reason, quickly sir, I long. You have a double tongue within your mask. And would afford my speechless vizard half.
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)
They ſay that they haue meaſur'd many a mile, To tread a Meaſure with you on this graſſe. It is not ſo. Aske them how many inches Is in one mile? If they haue meaſur'd manie, The meaſure then of one is eaſlie told: If to come hither, you haue meaſur'd miles, And many miles: the Princeſſe bids you tell, How many inches doth fill vp one mile? Tell her we meaſure them by weary ſteps. She heares her ſelfe. How manie wearie ſteps, Of many wearie miles you haue ore-gone, Are numbred in the trauell of one mile? We number nothing that we ſpend for you, Our dutie is ſo rich, ſo infinite, That we may doe it ſtill without accompt. Vouchſafe to ſhew the ſunſhine of your face, That we (like ſauages) may worſhip it. My face is but a Moone, and clouded too. Bleſſed are clouds, to doe as ſuch clouds do. Vouchſafe bright Moone, and theſe thy ſtars to ſhine, (Thoſe clouds remooued) vpon our waterie eyne. O vaine peticioner, beg a greater matter, Thou now requeſts but Mooneſhine in the water. Then in our meaſure, vouchſafe but one change. Thou bidſt me begge, this begging is not ſtrange. Play muſicke then: nay you muſt doe it ſoone. Not yet no dance: thus change I like the Moone. Will you not dance? How come you thus eſtranged? You tooke the Moone at full, but now ſhee's changed? Yet ſtill ſhe is the Moone, and I the Man. The muſick playes, vouchſafe ſome motion to it: Our eares vouchſafe it. But your legges ſhould doe it. Since you are ſtrangers, & come here by chance, Wee'll not be nice, take hands, we will not dance. Why take you hands then? Onelie to part friends. Curtſie ſweet hearts, and ſo the Meaſure ends. More meaſure of this meaſure, be not nice. We can afford no more at ſuch a price. Priſe your ſelues: What buyes your companie? Your abſence onelie. That can neuer be. Then cannot we be bought: and ſo adue, Twice to your Viſore, and halfe once to you. If you denie to dance, let's hold more chat. In priuate then. I am beſt pleas'd with that. White handed Miſtris, one ſweet word with thee. Hony, and Milke, and Suger: there is three. Nay then two treyes, an if you grow ſo nice Methegline, Wort, and Malmſey; well runne dice: There's halfe a dozen ſweets. Seuenth ſweet adue, ſince you can cogg, Ile play no more with you. One word in ſecret. Let it not be ſweet. Thou greeu'ſt my gall. Gall, bitter. Therefore meete. Will you vouchſafe with me to change a word? Name it. Faire Ladie. Say you ſo? Faire Lord: Take you that for your faire Lady. Pleaſe it you, As much in priuate, and Ile bid adieu. What, was your vizard made without a tong? I know the reaſon Ladie why you aske. O for your reaſon, quickly ſir, I long. You haue a double tongue within your mask. And would affoord my ſpeechleſſe vizard halfe.