Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 514 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Even so: My tale is told. Worthies away, the Scene begins to cloud. For mine own part, I breathe free breath: I have seen the day of wrong, through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a Soldier. How fares your Majesty? Boyet prepare, I will away to night. Madame not so, I do beseech you stay. Prepare I say. I thank you gracious Lords For all your fair endeavours and entreaties: Out of a new sadsoule, that you vouchsafe, In your rich wisdom to excuse, or hide, The liberal opposition of our spirits, If overboldly we have borne ourselves, In the converse of breath (your gentleness Was guilty of it.) Farewell worthy Lord: A heavy heart bears not a humble tongue. Excuse me so, coming so short of thankes, For my great suit, so easily obtained. The extreme parts of time, extremely forms All causes to the purpose of his speed: And often at his very loose-decides That, which long process could not arbitrate. And though the mourning brow of progeny Forbidden the smiling courtesy of Love: The holy suit which fain it would convince, Yet since love's argument was first on foot, Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it From what it purposed: since to wail friends lost, Is not by much so wholesome profitable, As to rejoice at friends but newly found, I understand you not, my griefs are double. Honest plain words, best pierce the ears of grief And by these badges understand the King, For your fair sakes have we neglected time, Played foul play with our oaths: your beauty Ladies Hath much deformed us, fashioning our humours Even to the opposed end of our intents. And what in us hath seemed ridiculous: As Love is full of unbefitting strains, All wanton as a child, skipping and vain. Formed by the eye, and therefore like the eye. Full of straying shapes, of habits, and of forms Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll, To every varied object in his glance: Which partie-coated presence of lose love Put on by us, if in your heavenly eyes, Have misbecomed our oaths and gravities. Those heavenly eyes that look into these faults, Suggested us to make: therefore Ladies Our love being yours, the error that Love makes Is likewise yours. We to ourselves prove false, By being once false, for ever to be true To those that make us both, fair Ladies you. And even that falsehood in itself a sin, Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace. We have received your Letters, full of Love: Your Favours, the Ambassadors of Love.. And in our maiden counsel rated them, At courtship, pleasantiest, and courtesy, As bombast and as lining to the time: But more devout than these are our respects Have we not been, and therefore met your loves In their own fashion, like a merriment. Our letters Madam, showed much more than jest. So did our looks. We did not coat them so. Now at the latest minute of the hour, Grant us your loves.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Euen ſo: My tale is told. Worthies away, the Scene begins to cloud. For mine owne part, I breath free breath: I haue ſeene the day of wrong, through the little hole of diſcretion, and I will right my ſelfe like a Souldier. How fare's your Maieſtie? Boyet prepare, I will away to night. Madame not ſo, I do beſeech you ſtay. Prepare I ſay. I thanke you gracious Lords For all your faire endeuours and entreats: Out of a new ſad-ſoule, that you vouchſafe, In your rich wiſedome to excuſe, or hide, The liberall oppoſition of our ſpirits, If ouer-boldly we haue borne our ſelues, In the conuerſe of breath (your gentleneſſe Was guiltie of it.) Farewell worthie Lord: A heauie heart beares not a humble tongue. Excuſe me ſo, comming ſo ſhort of thankes, For my great ſuite, ſo eaſily obtain'd. The extreme parts of time, extremelie formes All cauſes to the purpoſe of his ſpeed: And often at his verie looſe-decides That, which long proceſſe could not arbitrate. And though the mourning brow of progenie Forbid the ſmiling curteſie of Loue: The holy ſuite which faine it would conuince, Yet ſince loues argument was firſt on foote, Let not the cloud of ſorrow iuſtle it From what it purpos'd: ſince to waile friends loſt, Is not by much ſo wholſome profitable, As to reioyce at friends but newly found, I vnderſtand you not, my greefes are double. Honeſt plain words, beſt pierce the ears of griefe And by theſe badges vnderſtand the King, For your faire ſakes haue we neglected time, Plaid foule play with our oaths: your beautie Ladies Hath much deformed vs, faſhioning our humors Euen to the oppoſed end of our intents. And what in vs hath ſeem'd ridiculous: As Loue is full of vnbefitting ſtraines, All wanton as a childe, skipping and vaine. Form'd by the eie, and therefore like the eie. Full of ſtraying ſhapes, of habits, and of formes Varying in ſubiects as the eie doth roule, To euerie varied obiect in his glance: Which partie-coated preſence of looſe loue Put on by vs, if in your heauenly eies, Haue misbecom'd our oathes and grauities. Thoſe heauenlie eies that looke into theſe faults, Suggeſted vs to make: therefore Ladies Our loue being yours, the error that Loue makes Is likewiſe yours. We to our ſelues proue falſe, By being once falſe, for euer to be true To thoſe that make vs both, faire Ladies you. And euen that falſhood in it ſelfe a ſinne, Thus purifies it ſelfe, and turnes to grace. We haue receiu'd your Letters, full of Loue: Your Fauours, the Ambaſſadors of Loue. And in our maiden counſaile rated them, At courtſhip, pleaſantieſt, and curteſie, As bumbaſt and as lining to the time: But more deuout then theſe are our reſpects Haue we not bene, and therefore met your loues In their owne faſhion, like a merriment. Our letters Madam, ſhew'd much more then ieſt. So did our lookes. We did not coat them ſo. Now at the lateſt minute of the houre, Grant vs your loues.