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 0.80 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
To have no man come over me, why shall I always keep below stairs. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhounds mouth, it catches. And yours, as blunt as the Fencer's foils, which hit, but hurt not. A most manly wit Margaret, it will not hurt a woman: and so I pray thee call Beatrice, I give thee the bucklers. Give us the swords, we have bucklers of our own. If you use them Margaret, you must put in the pikes with a vice, and they are dangerous weapons for maids. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who I think hath legs. And therefore will come. The God of love that sits above, and knows me, and knows me, how pitiful I deserve. I mean in singing, but in loving, Leander the good swimmer, Troilus the first imploier of panders, and a whole book full of these quondam carpet-mongers, whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of a blank verse, why they were never so truly turned over and over as my poor self in love: mary I cannot show it in rhyme, I have tried, I can find out no rhyme to Lady but baby, an innocent rhyme: for scorn, horn, a hard rhyme: for school fool, a babbling rhyme: very ominous end, no, I was not borne under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms: sweet Beatrice wouldst thou come when I called thee? Yea signor, and departed when you bid me. O stay but till then. Then, is spoken: far you well now, and yet ere I go, let me go with that I came, which is, with knowing what hath passed between you and Claudio. Only foul words, and thereupon I will kiss thee. Fowl words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is wholesome, therefore I will departed unkist. Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sense, so forcible is thy wit, but I must tell thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge, and either I must shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe him a coward, and I pray thee now tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me? For them all together, which maintained so politic a state of evil, that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them: but for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me? Suffer love! a good epithet, I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will. In spite of your heart I think, alas poor heart, if you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for yours, for I will never love that which my friend hates. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably. It appears not in this confession, there's not one wise man among twenty that will praise himself.
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To haue no man come ouer me, why shal I alwaies keep below staires. Thy wit is as quicke as the grey-hounds mouth, it catches. And your's, as blunt as the Fencers foiles, which hit, but hurt not. A most manly witte Margaret, it will not hurt a woman: and so I pray thee call Beatrice, I giue thee the bucklers. Giue vs the swordes, wee haue bucklers of our owne. If you vse them Margaret, you must putte in the pikes with a vice, and they are daungerous weapons for maides. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who I thinke hath legges. And therefore wil come. The God of loue that sits aboue, and knowes mee, and knowes me, how pittifull I deserue. I meane in singing, but in louing, Leander the good swimmer, Troilus the first imploier of pandars, and a whole booke full of these quondam carpet-mongers, whose names yet runne smoothly in the euen rode of a blancke verse, why they were neuer so truly turnd ouer and ouer as my poore selfe in loue: mary I cannot shew it in rime, I haue tried, I can finde out no rime to Ladie but babie, an innocent rime: for scorne, horne, a hard rime: for schoole foole, a babling rime: very ominous endings, no, I was not borne vnder a riming plannet, nor I cannot wooe in festiuall termes: sweete Beatrice wouldst thou come when I cald thee? Yea signior, and depart when you bid me. O stay but till then. Then, is spoken: fare you wel now, and yet ere I goe, let me goe with that I came, which is, with knowing what hath past betweene you and Claudio. Onely foule words, and therevpon I will kisse thee. Foule words is but foule wind, and foule wind is but foule breath, and foule breath is holsome, therfore I wil depart vnkist. Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sence, so forcible is thy wit, but I must tel thee plainly, Claudio vndergoes my challenge, and either I must shortly heare from him, or I will subscribe him a coward, and I pray thee now tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first fal in loue with me? For them all together, which maintaind so politique a state of euil, that they will not admitte any good part to intermingle with them: but for which of my good parts did you first suffer loue for me? Suffer loue! a good epithite, I do suffer loue indeed, for I loue thee against my will. In spight of your heart I thinke, alas poore heart, if you spight it for my sake, I will spight it for yours, for I wil neuer loue that which my friend hates. Thou and I are too wise to wooe peaceably. It appeares not in this confession, theres not one wise man among twentie that will praise himselfe.