Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 562 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.
Marry, if you would put me to Verses, or to Dance for your sake, Kate, why you undid me: for the one I have neither words nor measure; and for the other, I have no strength in measure, yet a reasonable measure in strength. If I could win a Lady at Leapfrog, or by vaulting into my Saddle, with my Armour on my back; under the correction of bragging: be it spoken. I should quickly leap into a Wife: Or if I might buffet for my Love, or bound my Horse for her favours, I could lay on like a Butcher, and sit like a Iack an Apes, never off. But before God Kate, I cannot look greenely, nor gasp out my eloquence, nor I have no cunning in protestation; only downright Oaths, which I never use till urged, nor never break for urging. If thou canst love a fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth Sunne-burning? that never looks in his Glass, for love of any thing he sees there? let thine Eye be thy Cook. I speak to thee plain Soldier: If thou canst love me for this, take me? if not? to say to thee that I shall dye, is true; but for thy love, by the L. No: yet I love thee too. And while thou liv'st, dear Kate, take a fellow of plain and uncoyned Constancy, for he perforce must do thee right, because he hath not the gift to woo in other places: for these fellows of infinite tongue, that can rhyme themselves into Lady's savours, they do always reason themselves out again. What? a speaker is but a prater, a Rhyme is but a Ballad; a good Leg will fall, a straight Back will stoop, a black Beard will turn white, a curled Pate will grow bald, a fair Face will whither, a full Eye will wax hollow: but a good Heart, Kate, is the Sun and the Moon, or rather the Sun, and not the Moon; for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his course truly. If thou would have such a one, take me? and take me; take a Soldier: take a Soldier; take a King. And what sayst thou then to my Love? speak my fair, and fairly, I pray thee. Is it possible dat I sold love de enemy of France? No, it is not possible you should love the Enemy of France, Kate; but in loving me, you should love the Friend of France: for I love France so well, that I will not part with a Village of it; I will have it all mine: and Kate, when France is mine, and I am yours; then yours is France, and you are mine. I cannot tell what is dat. No, Kate? I will tell thee in French, which I am sure will hang upon my tongue, like a new-married Wife about her Husband's Neck, hardly to be shook off; je quand sur le possession de France, & quand vous aues le possession de moy. (Let me see, what then? Saint Dennis be my speed) Donc vostre est France, & vous estes mienne. It is as easy for me, Kate, to conquer the Kingdom, as to speak so much more French: I shall never move thee in French, unless it be to laugh at me.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Marry, if you would put me to Verſes, or to Dance for your ſake, Kate, why you vndid me: for the one I haue neither words nor meaſure; and for the other, I haue no ſtrength in meaſure, yet a reaſonable meaſure in ſtrength. If I could winne a Lady at Leape-frogge, or by vawting into my Saddle, with my Armour on my backe; vnder the correction of bragging: be it ſpoken. I ſhould quickly leape into a Wife: Or if I might buffet for my Loue, or bound my Horſe for her fauours, I could lay on like a Butcher, and ſit like a Iack an Apes, neuer off. But before God Kate, I cannot looke greenely, nor gaſpe out my eloquence, nor I haue no cunning in proteſtation; onely downe-right Oathes, which I neuer vſe till vrg'd, nor neuer breake for vrging. If thou canſt loue a fellow of this temper, Kate, whoſe face is not worth Sunne-burning? that neuer lookes in his Glaſſe, for loue of any thing he ſees there? let thine Eye be thy Cooke. I ſpeake to thee plaine Souldier: If thou canſt loue me for this, take me? if not? to ſay to thee that I ſhall dye, is true; but for thy loue, by the L. No: yet I loue thee too. And while thou liu'ſt, deare Kate, take a fellow of plaine and vncoyned Conſtancie, for he perforce muſt do thee right, becauſe he hath not the gift to wooe in other places: for theſe fellowes of infinit tongue, that can ryme themſelues into Ladyes ſauours, they doe alwayes reaſon themſelues out againe. What? a ſpeaker is but a prater, a Ryme is but a Ballad; a good Legge will fall, a ſtrait Backe will ſtoope, a blacke Beard will turne white, a curl'd Pate will grow bald, a faire Face will wither, a full Eye will wax hollow: but a good Heart, Kate, is the Sunne and the Moone, or rather the Sunne, and not the Moone; for it ſhines bright, and neuer changes, but keepes his courſe truly. If thou would haue ſuch a one, take me? and take me; take a Souldier: take a Souldier; take a King. And what ſay'ſt thou then to my Loue? ſpeake my faire, and fairely, I pray thee. Is it poſſible dat I ſould loue de ennemie of Fraunce? No, it is not poſſible you ſhould loue the Enemie of France, Kate; but in louing me, you ſhould loue the Friend of France: for I loue France ſo well, that I will not part with a Village of it; I will haue it all mine: and Kate, when France is mine, and I am yours; then yours is France, and you are mine. I cannot tell wat is dat. No, Kate? I will tell thee in French, which I am ſure will hang vpon my tongue, like a new-married Wife about her Husbands Necke, hardly to be ſhooke off; Ie quand ſur le poſſeſſion de Fraunce, & quand vous aues le poſſeſſion de moy. (Let mee ſee, what then? Saint Dennis bee my ſpeede) Donc voſtre eſt Fraunce, & vous eſtes mienne. It is as eaſie for me, Kate, to conquer the Kingdome, as to ſpeake ſo much more French: I ſhall neuer moue thee in French, vnleſſe it be to laugh at me.