Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 492 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
If this should ever happen, thou wouldst be horn mad. Nay, if Cupid have not spent all his Quiver in Venice, thou wilt quake for this shortly. I look for an earthquake too then. Well, you will temporize with the hours, in the mean time, good Signior Benedick, repair to Leonatoes, commend me to him, and tell him I will not fail him at supper, for indeed he hath made great preparation. I have almost matter enough in me for such an Embassage, and so I commit you. To the tuition of God. From my house, if I had it. The sixth of Iuly. Your loving friend, Benedick. Nay mock not, mock not; the body of your discourse is sometime guarded with fragments, and the guards are but slightly basted on neither, ere you flout old ends any further, examine your conscience, and so I leave you. My Liege, your Highness now may do me good. My love is thine to teach, teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn Any hard Lesson that may do thee good. Hath Leonato any son my Lord? No child but Hero, she's his only heir. Dost thou affect her Claudio? O my Lord, When you went onward on this ended action, I looked upon her with a soldier's eye, That liked, but had a rougher task in hand, Than to drive liking to the name of love: But now I am returned, and that warre-thoughts Have left their places vacant: in their rooms, Come thronging soft and delicate desires, All prompting me how fair young Hero is, Saying I liked her ere I went to wars. Thou wilt be like a lover presently, And tyre the hearer with a book of words: If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it, And I will break with her: wast not to this end, That thou beganst to twist so fine a story? How sweetly do you minister to love, That know love's grief by his complexion! But lest my liking might too sudden seem, I would have salved it with a longer treatise. What need the bridge much brother than the flood? The fairest grant is the necessity: Look what will serve, is fit: 'tis once, thou lovest, And I will fit thee with the remedy, I know we shall have revelling to night, I will assume thy part in some disguise, And tell fair Hero I am Claudio, And in her bosom I'll unclasp my heart, And take her hearing prisoner with the force And strong encounter of my amorous tale: Then after, to her father will I break, And the conclusion is, she shall be thine, In practice let us put it presently. How now brother, where is my cousin your son: hath he provided this music? He is very busy about it, but brother, I can tell you news that you yet dreamt not of. Are they good?
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
If this ſhould euer happen, thou wouldſt bee horne mad. Nay, if Cupid haue not ſpent all his Quiuer in Venice, thou wilt quake for this ſhortly. I looke for an earthquake too then. Well, you will temporize with the houres, in the meane time, good Signior Benedicke, repaire to Leonatoes, commend me to him, and tell him I will not faile him at ſupper, for indeede he hath made great preparation. I haue almoſt matter enough in me for ſuch an Embaſſage, and ſo I commit you. To the tuition of God. From my houſe, if I had it. The ſixt of Iuly. Your louing friend, Benedick. Nay mocke not, mocke not; the body of your diſcourſe is ſometime guarded with fragments, and the guardes are but ſlightly baſted on neither, ere you flout old ends any further, examine your conſcience, and ſo I leaue you. My Liege, your Highneſſe now may doe mee good. My loue is thine to teach, teach it but how, And thou ſhalt ſee how apt it is to learne Any hard Leſſon that may do thee good. Hath Leonato any ſonne my Lord? No childe but Hero, ſhe's his onely heire. Doſt thou affect her Claudio? O my Lord, When you went onward on this ended action, I look'd vpon her with a ſouldiers eie, That lik'd, but had a rougher taske in hand, Than to driue liking to the name of loue: But now I am return'd, and that warre-thoughts Haue left their places vacant: in their roomes, Come thronging ſoft and delicate deſires, All prompting mee how faire yong Hero is, Saying I lik'd her ere I went to warres. Thou wilt be like a louer preſently, And tire the hearer with a booke of words: If thou doſt loue faire Hero, cheriſh it, And I will breake with her: waſt not to this end, That thou beganſt to twiſt ſo fine a ſtory? How ſweetly doe you miniſter to loue, That know loues griefe by his complexion! But leſt my liking might too ſodaine ſeeme, I would haue ſalu'd it with a longer treatiſe. What need ye bridge much broder then the flood? The faireſt graunt is the neceſſitie: Looke what will ſerue, is fit: 'tis once, thou loueſt, And I will fit thee with the remedie, I know we ſhall haue reuelling to night, I will aſſume thy part in ſome diſguiſe, And tell faire Hero I am Claudio, And in her boſome Ile vnclaſpe my heart, And take her hearing priſoner with the force And ſtrong incounter of my amorous tale: Then after, to her father will I breake, And the concluſion is, ſhee ſhall be thine, In practiſe let vs put it preſently. How now brother, where is my coſen your ſon: hath he prouided this muſicke? He is very buſie about it, but brother, I can tell you newes that you yet dreamt not of. Are they good?