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 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Why every day to morrow, come go in, I'll show thee some attires, and have thy counsel, Which is the best to furnish me to morrow. she's limed I warrant you, We have caught her madame. If it prove so, then loving goes by haps, Some Cupid kills with arrows some with traps. What fire is in mine ears? can this be true? Stand I condemned for pride and scorn so much? Contempt, farewell, and maiden pride, adieu, No glory lives behind the back of such. And Benedick, love on I will requite thee, Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand: If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee To bind our loves up in a holy band. For others say thou dost deserve, and I Believe it better than reportingly. I do but stay till your marriage be consummate, and then go I toward Arragon. I'll bring you thither my lord, if you'll vouchsafe me. Nay that would be as great a soil in the new gloss of your marriage, as to show a child his new coat and forbidden him to wear it, I will only be bold with Benedick for his company, for from the crown of his head, to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth, he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bowstring, and the little hangman dare not shoot at him, he hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper, for what his heart thinks, his tongue speaks. Gallants, I am not as I have been. So say I, me thinks you are sadder. I hope he be in love. Hang him truant, there's no true drop of blood in him to be truly touched with love, if he be sad, he wants money. I have the toothache. Draw it. Hang it. You must hang it first, and draw it afterwards. What? sigh for the toothache. Where is but a humour or a worm. Well, every one cannot master a grief, but he that has it. Yet say I, he is in love. There is no appearance of fancy in him, unless it be a fancy that he hath to strange disguises, as to be a Dutchman to day, a Frenchman to morrow, or in the shape of two countries at once, as a German from the waste downward, all slops, and a Spaniard from the hip upward, no doublet: unless he have a fancy to this foolery, as it appears he hath, he is no fool for fancy, as you would have it appear he is. If he be not in love with some woman, there is no believing old signs, a brushes his hat a mornings, what should that bode? Hath any man seen him at the Barbers? No, but the barber's man hath been seen with him, and the old ornament of his cheek hath already stuffed tennis balls.
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Why euery day to morrow, come go in, Ile shew thee some attyres, and haue thy counsaile, Which is the best to furnish me to morrow. Shees limed I warrant you, We haue caught her madame. If it proue so, then louing goes by haps, Some Cupid kills with arrowes some with traps. What fire is in mine eares? can this be true? Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorne so much? Contempt, farewel, and maiden pride, adew, No glory liues behind the backe of such. And Benedicke, loue on I will requite thee, Taming my wild heart to thy louing hand: If thou dost loue, my kindnesse shall incite thee To bind our loues vp in a holy band. For others say thou dost deserue, and I Beleeue it better then reportingly. I doe but stay til your mariage be consummate, and then go I toward Arragon. Ile bring you thither my lord, if youle vouchsafe me. Nay that would be as great a soyle in the new glosse of your marriage, as to shew a child his new coate and forbid him to weare it, I wil only be bold with Benedick for his company, for from the crowne of his head, to the sole of his foot, he is al mirth, he hath twice or thrice cut Cupides bow-string, and the little hang-man dare not shoot at him, he hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper, for what his heart thinkes, his tongue speakes. Gallants, I am not as I haue bin. So say I, me thinkes you are sadder. I hope he be in loue. Hang him truant, theres no true drop of bloud in him to be truly toucht with loue, if he be sadde, he wantes money. I haue the tooth-ach. Draw it. Hang it. You must hang it first, and draw it afterwards. What? sigh for the tooth-ach. Where is but a humour or a worme. Wel, euery one cannot master a griefe, but he that has it. Yet say I, he is in loue. There is no appeerance of fancie in him, vnlesse it be a fancy that he hath to strange disguises, as to be a Dutch-man to day, a French-man to morrow, or in the shape of two countries at once, as a Germaine from the waste downward, all slops, and a Spaniard from the hip vpward, no dublet: vnlesse he haue a fancie to this foolery, as it appeares he hath, he is no foole for fancy, as you would haue it appeare he is. If he be not in loue with some woman, there is no beleeuing old signes, a brushes his hat a mornings, what should that bode? Hath any man seene him at the Barbers? No, but the barbers man hath bin seene with him, and the olde ornament of his cheeke hath already stufft tennis balls.