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 · 487 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.
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 ta'en 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, methinks 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: unless he have a fancy to this foolery, as it appears he hath, he is no fool for fancy, as you would have it to 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. Indeed he looks younger than he did, by the loss of a beard. Nay a rubs himself with civet, can you smell him out by that?
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)
Why euerie day to morrow, come goe in, Ile ſhew thee ſome attires, and haue thy counſell, Which is the beſt to furniſh me to morrow. Shee's tane 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, farewell, and maiden pride, adew, No glory liues behinde the backe of ſuch. And Benedicke, loue on, I will requite thee, Taming my wilde heart to thy louing hand: If thou doſt loue, my kindeneſſe ſhall incite thee To binde our loues vp in a holy band. For others ſay thou doſt deſerue, and I Beleeue it better then reportingly. I doe but ſtay till your marriage be conſummate, and then go I toward Arragon. Ile bring you thither my Lord, if you'l vouchſafe me. Nay, that would be as great a ſoyle in the new gloſſe of your marriage, as to ſhew a childe his new coat and forbid him to weare it, I will onely bee bold with Benedicke for his companie, for from the crowne of his head, to the ſole of his foot, he is all mirth, he hath twice or thrice cut Cupids 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, methinkes you are ſadder. I hope he be in loue. Hang him truant, there's no true drop of bloud in him to be truly toucht with loue, if he be ſad, he wants 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. Well, euery one cannot maſter a griefe, but hee that has it. Yet ſay I, he is in loue. There is no appearance of fancie in him, vnleſſe it be a fancy that he hath to ſtrange diſguiſes, as to bee a Dutchman to day, a Frenchman to morrow: vnleſſe hee haue a fancy to this foolery, as it appeares hee hath, hee is no foole for fancy, as you would haue it to appeare he is. If he be not in loue vvith ſome vvoman, 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 beene ſeen with him, and the olde ornament of his cheeke hath alreadie ſtuft tennis balls. Indeed he lookes yonger than hee did, by the loſſe of a beard. Nay a rubs himſelfe vvith Ciuit, can you ſmell him out by that?