Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Would not this nave of a wheel have his ears cut off? Let's beat him before his whore. Look where the withered elder hath not his poule clawed like a parrot. Is it not strange that desire should so many years out live performance. Kiss me Doll, Saturn and Venus this year in conjunction? what says th'almanac to that? And look whether the fiery Trigon his man be not lisping to his master, old tables, his note book, his counsel keeper? Thou dost give me flattering busses. By my troth I kiss thee with a most constant heart. I am old, I am old. I love thee better than I love, ere a scurvy young boy of them all. What stuff wilt have a kirtle of? I shall receive money a thursday, shalt have a cap to morrow: a merry song come it grows late, we'll to bed, thou●t forget me when I am gone. By my troth thou'lt set me a weeping and thou sayst so, prove that ever I dress myself handsome till thy return, well hearken a▪ th' end. Some sack Francis. Anon anon sir. Ha? a bastard son of the Kings? and art not thou poins his brother? Why thou globe of sinful continents, what a life dost thou lead? A better than thou, I am a gentleman, thou art a drawer. Very true sir, and I come to draw you out by the ears. O the Lord preserve thy grace: by my troth welcome to London, now the Lord bless that sweet face of thine, O Iesu, are you come from Wales? Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty, by this light, flesh, and corrupt blood, thou art welcome. How? you fat fool I scorn you. My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge, and turn all to a merriment if you take not the heat. You whoreson candlemine you, how vildly did you speak of me now, before this honest, virtuous, civil gentlewoman? God's blessing of your good heart, and so she is by my troth. Didst thou hear me? Yea and you knew me as you did, when you ran away by Gadshil▪ you knew I was at your back, and spoke it, on purpose to try my patience. No, no, no, not so, I did not think thou wast within hearing. I shall drive you then to confess the wilful abuse, and then I know how to handle you. No abuse Hall a mine honour, no abuse. Not to dispraise me, and call me pantler and bread-chipper, and I know not what? No abuse Hall. No abuse? No abuse Ned i'th' world, honest Ned, none, I dispraisde him before the wicked, that the wicked might not fall in love with thee: in which doing, I have done the part of a careful friend and a true subject, and thy father is to give me thanks for it, no abuse Hall, none Ned, none, no faith boys none.
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Would not this naue of a wheele haue his eares cut off? Lets beate him before his whore. Looke where the witherd elder hath not his poule clawd like a parrot. Is it not strange that desire should so many yeeres out liue performance. Kisse me Doll, Saturne and Venus this yeere in coniunction? what saies th'Almanacke to that? And look whether the fierie Trigon his man be not lisping to his master, old tables, his note booke, his counsel keeper? Thou dost giue me lattering busses. By my troth I kisse thee with a most constant heart. I am old, I am old. I loue thee better then I loue, ere a scuruy yong boy of them all. What stuffe wilt haue a kirtle of? I shall receiue mony a thursday, shalt haue a cap to morrow: a merry song come it growes late, weele to bed, thout forget me when I am gone. By my troth thou't set me a weeping and thou saist so, proue that euer I dresse my selfe handsome til thy returne, wel hearken a▪th end. Some sacke Francis. Anon anon sir. Ha? a bastard sonne of the Kings? and arte not thou Poynes his brother? Why thou globe of sinfull continents, what a life dost thou leade? A better then thou, I am a gentleman, thou art a drawer. Very true sir, and I come to drawe you out by the eares. O the Lord preserue thy grace: by my troth welcom to London, now the Lord blesse that sweete face of thine, O Iesu, are you come from Wales? Thou horson madde compound of maiestie, by this light, flesh, and corrupt bloud, thou art welcome. How? you fat foole I scorne you. My lorde, he will driue you out of your reuenge, and turne all to a meriment if you take not the heate. You horson candlemine you, how vildly did you speake of me now, before this honest, vertuous, ciuill gentlewoman? Gods blessing of your good heart, and so she is by my troth. Didst thou heare me? Yea and you knew me as you did, when you ranne away by Gadshil▪ you knew I was at your backe, and spoke it, on purpose to trie my patience. No, no, no, not so, I did not thinke thou wast within hearing. I shall driue you then to confesse the wilfull abuse, and then I know how to handle you. No abuse Hall a mine honour, no abuse. Not to dispraise me, and cal me pantler and bread-chipper, and I know not what? No abuse Hall. No abuse? No abuse Ned i'th worlde, honest Ned, none, I dispraisde him before the wicked, that the wicked might not fall in loue with thee: in which doing, I haue done the part of a carefull fiend and a true subiect, and thy father is to giue me thankes for it, no abuse Hall, none Ned, none, no faith boyes none.