Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. I took no more pains for those thanks, than you take pains to thank me, if it had been painful I would not have come. You take pleasure then in the message. Yea just so much as you may take upon a knives point, and choke a daw withal: you have no stomach signor, far you well. Ha, against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner: there's a double meaning in that: I took no more pains for those thanks than you took pains to thank me, that's as much as to say, any pains that I take for you is as easy as thanks: if I do not take pity of her I am a villain, if I do not love her I am a Iew, I will go get her picture, Good Margaret run thee to the parlour, There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice, Proposing with the prince and Claudio, Whisper her ear and tell her I and Vrsley, Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse Is all of her, say that thou over-heardst us, And bid her steal into the pleached bower Where honeysuckles ripened by the sun, Forbidden the sun to enter: like favourites, Made proud by princes, that advance their pride, Against that power that bred it, there will she hide her, To listen our propose, this is thy office, Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone. I'll make her come I warrant you presently. Now Ursula, when Beatrice doth come, As we do trace this alley up and down, Our talk must only be of Benedick, When I do name him let it be thy part, To praise him more than ever man did merit. My talk to thee must be how Benedick, Is sick in love with Beatrice: of this matter, Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made, That only wounds by hearsay: now begin, For look where Beatrice like a Lapwing runs Close by the ground, to hear our conference. The pleasantst angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, And greedily devour the treacherous bait: So angle we for Beatrice, who even now, Is couched in the wood-bine coverture, Fear you not my part of the dialogue. Then go we near her that her ear lose nothing, Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it: No truly Ursula, she is too disdainful, I know her spirits are as coy and wild, As haggerds of the rock. But are you sure, That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely? So says the prince, and my new trothed Lord. And did they bid you tell her of it, madame?
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Aganst my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner. Faire Beatrice, I thanke you for your paines. I tooke no more paines for those thankes, then you take paines to thanke me, if it had bin painful I would not haue come. You take pleasure then in the message. Yea iust so much as you may take vppon a kniues point, and choake a daw withall: you haue no stomach signior, fare you well. Ha, against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner: theres a double meaning in that: I took no more paines for those thanks thē you took pains to thank me, thats as much as to say, any pains that I take for you is as easy as thanks: if I do not take pitty of her I am a villaine, if I do not loue her I am a Iew, I will go get her picture, Good Margaret runne thee to the parlour, There shalt thou find my cosin Beatrice, Proposing with the prince and Claudio, Whisper her eare and tell her I and Vrsley, Walke in the orchard, and our whole discourse Is all of her, say that thou ouer-heardst vs, And bid her steale into the pleached bowere Where hony-suckles ripened by the sunne, Forbid the sunne to enter: like fauourites, Made proud by princes, that aduaunce their pride, Against that power that bred it, there will she hide her, To listen our propose, this is thy office, Beare thee well in it, and leaue vs alone. Ile make her come I warrant you presently. Now Vrsula, when Beatrice doth come, As we do trace this alley vp and downe, Our talke must onely be of Benedicke, When I do name him let it be thy part, To praise him more than euer man did merite▪ My talke to thee must be how Benedicke, Is sicke in loue with Beatrice: of this matter, Is little Cupids crafty arrow made, That onely wounds by heare-say: now begin, For looke where Beatrice like a Lapwing runs Close by the ground, to heare our conference. The pleasantst angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden ores the siluer streame, And greedily deuoure the treacherous baite: So angle we for Beatrice, who euen now, Is couched in the wood-bine couerture, Feare you not my part of the dialogue. Then go we neare her that her eare loose nothing, Of the false sweete baite that we lay for it: No truly Vrsula, she is too disdainfull, I know her spirits are as coy and wild, As haggerds of the rocke. But are you sure, That Benedicke loues Beatrice so intirely? So saies the prince, and my new trothed Lord. And did they bid you tel her of it, madame?