Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.74 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Because you talk of wooing I will sing, Since many a wooer doth commence his suit, To her he thinks not worthy, yet he woos, Yet will he swear he loves. Nay pray thee come, Or if thou wilt hold longer argument, Do it in notes. Note this before my notes, There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting. Why these are very crotchets that he speaks, Note notes forsooth and nothing. Now divine air, now is his soul ravished, is it not strange that sheeps guts should hale souls out of men's bodies? well a horn for my money when all's done. Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never, Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Cng all your soundes of woe, Into hay nonny nonny. Sing no more ditties sing no more, O p so and heauy, The fraud of men was ever so, Since summer first was levy, Then sigh not so, etc. By my troth a good song. And an ill singer my lord. Ha no no faith, thou singest well enough for a shift. And he had been a dog that should have howld thus, they would have hanged him, and I pray God his bad voice bode no mischief, I had as live have heard the night-raven, come what plague could have come after it. Yea mary, dost thou hear Balthasar? I pray thee get us some excellent music: for to morrow night we would have it at the lady Heroes chamber window. The best I can my lord. Do so, farewell. Come hither Leonato, what was it you told me of to day, that your niece Beatrice was in love with signor Benedick? O I, stalk on, stalk on, the foul sits. I did never think that lady would have loved any man. No nor I neither, but most wonderful, that she should so dote on signor Benedick, whom she hath in all outward behaviours seemed ever to abhor. Is't possible? sits the wind in that corner? By my troth my Lord, I cannot tell what to think of it but that she loves him with an enraged affection, it is passed the infinite of thought. May be she doth but counterfeit. Faith like enough. O God counterfeit? there was never counterfeit of passion, came so near the life of passion as she discovers it. Why what effects of passion shows she? Bait the hook well, this fish will bite. What effects my Lord? she will sit you, you heard my daughter tell you how. She did indeed. How how I pray you! you amaze me, I would have thought her spirit had been invincible against all assaults of affection. I would have sworn it had, my lord, especially against Benedick. I should think this a gull, but that the white bearded fellow speaks it: knavery cannot sure hide himself in such reverence.
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Because you talke of wooing I will sing, Since many a wooer doth commence his sute, To her he thinkes not worthy, yet he wooes, Yet will he sweare he loues. Nay pray thee come, Or if thou wilt hold longer argument, Do it in notes. Note this before my notes, Theres not a note of mine thats worth the noting. Why these are very crotchets that he speakes, Note notes forsooth and nothing. Now diuine aire, now is his soule rauisht, is it not strange that sheepes guts should hale soules out of mens bodies? well a horne for my mony when alls done. Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceiuers euer, One foote in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant neuer, Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blith and bonnie, Cng all your soundes of woe, hey nony nony. Sing no more ditties sing no moe, O p so and heauy, The fraud of men was euer so, Sce first was leauy, Then sg not so, &c. By my trth a good song. And singer my lord. Ha , thou singst wel enough for a shift. And bin a dog that should haue howld thus, they wu ave hangd him, and I pray God his bad voice o mscheefe, I had as liue haue heard the night-rauen, come wh plague could haue come after it. Yea mary, doost thou heare Balthasar? I pray thee get some excellent musique: for to morow night we would haue it at the ladie Heroes chamber window. The best I can my lord. Do so, farewell. Come hither Leonato, what was it yu td mee of to day, that your niece Beatrice was in loue with snior Benedicke? O I, stalke on, stalk on, the foule sits. I did neuer think that lady would haue loued any man. No nor I neither, but most wonderful, that she should so dote on signior Benedicke, whome she hath in all outward bers seemd euer to abhorre. Ist possible? sits the wind in that corner? By my troth my Lord, I cannot tell what to thinke of it but that she loues him with an inraged affection, it is past the of thought. May be she doth but counterfeit. Faith like enough. O God▪ counterfeit? there was neuer counterfeit of passion, came so neare the life of passion as she discouers it. Why what effects of passion shewes she? Baite the hooke wel, this fish will bite. What effects my Lord? she wil sit you, you heard my daughter tell you how. She did indeede. How how I pray you! you amaze me, I would haue thought her spirite had beene inuincible against all assaults of affection. I would haue sworn it had, my lord, especially against Benedicke. I should think this a gull, but that the white bearded fellow speakes it: knauery cannot sure hide himself in such reuerence.