Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 522 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Count, take of me my daughter, and with her my fortunes: his grace hath made the match, & all grace say, Amen to it. Speak Count, 'tis your Qu. Silence is the perfectest Herald of joy, I were but little happy if I could say, how much? Lady, as you are mine, I am yours, I give away myself for you, and dote upon the exchange. Speak cousin, or (if you cannot) stop his mouth with a kiss, and let not him speak neither. Infaith Lady you have a merry heart. Yea my Lord I thank it, poor fool it keeps on the windy side of Care, my cousin tells him in his ear that he is in my heart. And so she doth cousin. Good Lord for alliance: thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburned, I may sit in a corner and cry, heigh ho for a husband. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one. I would rather have one of your father's getting: hath your Grace ne'er a brother like you? your father got excellent husbands, if a maid could come by them. Will you have me? Lady. No, my Lord, unless I might have another for working-days, your Grace is too costly to wear every day: but I beseech your Grace pardon me, I was borne to speak all mirth, and no matter. Your silence most offends me, and to be merry, best becomes you, for out of question, you were born in a merry hour. No sure my Lord, my Mother cried, but then there was a star danced, and under that was I borne: cousins God give you joy. Niece, will you look to those things I told you of? I cry you mercy Uncle, by your Grace's pardon. By my troth a pleasant spirited Lady. There's little of the melancholy element in her my Lord, she is never sad, but when she sleeps, and not ever sad then: for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing. She cannot endure to hear tell of a husband. O, by no means, she mocks all her wooers out of suit. She were an excellent wife for Benedick. O Lord, my Lord, if they were but a week married, they would talk themselves mad. Count Claudio, when mean you to go to Church? To morrow my Lord, Time goes on crutches, till Love have all his rites. Not till monday, my dear son, which is hence a just seven night, and a time too brief too, to have all things answer mind. Come, you shake the head at so long a breathing, but I warrant thee Claudio, the time shall not go dully by us, I will in the interim, undertake one of Hercules' labours, which is, to bring Signior Benedick and the Lady Beatrice into a mountain of affection, th' one with th' other, I would fain have it a match, and I doubt not but to fashion it, if you three will but minister such assistance as I shall give you direction.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Count, take of me my daughter, and with her my fortunes: his grace hath made the match, & all grace ſay, Amen to it. Speake Count, tis your Qu. Silence is the perfecteſt Herault of ioy, I were but little happy if I could ſay, how much? Lady, as you are mine, I am yours, I giue away my ſelfe for you, and doat vpon the exchange. Speake coſin, or (if you cannot) ſtop his mouth with a kiſſe, and let not him ſpeake neither. Infaith Lady you haue a merry heart. Yea my Lord I thanke it, poore foole it keepes on the windy ſide of Care, my cooſin tells him in his eare that he is in my heart. And ſo ſhe doth cooſin. Good Lord for alliance: thus goes euery one to the world but I, and I am ſun-burn'd, I may ſit in a corner and cry, heigh ho for a husband. Lady Beatrice, I will get you one. I would rather haue one of your fathers getting: hath your Grace ne're a brother like you? your father got excellent husbands, if a maid could come by them. Will you haue me? Lady. No, my Lord, vnleſſe I might haue another for working-daies, your Grace is too coſtly to weare euerie day: but I beſeech your Grace pardon mee, I was borne to ſpeake all mirth, and no matter. Your ſilence moſt offends me, and to be merry, beſt becomes you, for out of queſtion, you were born in a merry howre. No ſure my Lord, my Mother cried, but then there was a ſtarre daunſt, and vnder that was I borne: coſins God giue you ioy. Neece, will you looke to thoſe rhings I told you of? I cry you mercy Vncle, by your Graces pardon. By my troth a pleaſant ſpirited Lady. There's little of the melancholy element in her my Lord, ſhe is neuer ſad, but when ſhe ſleepes, and not euer ſad then: for I haue heard my daughter ſay, ſhe hath often dreamt of vnhappineſſe, and wakt her ſelfe with laughing. Shee cannot indure to heare tell of a husband. O, by no meanes, ſhe mocks all her wooers out of ſuite. She were an excellent wife for Benedick. O Lord, my Lord, if they were but a weeke married, they would talke themſelues madde. Counte Claudio, when meane you to goe to Church? To morrow my Lord, Time goes on crutches, till Loue haue all his rites. Not till monday, my deare ſonne, which is hence a iuſt ſeuen night, and a time too briefe too, to haue all things anſwer minde. Come, you ſhake the head at ſo long a breathing, but I warrant thee Claudio, the time ſhall not goe dully by vs, I will in the interim, vndertake one of Hercules labors, which is, to bring Signior Benedicke and the Lady Beatrice into a mountaine of affection, th' one with th' other, I would faine haue it a match, and I doubt not but to faſhion it, if you three will but miniſter ſuch aſſiſtance as I ſhall giue you direction.