Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I frown upon him; yet he loves me still. O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill. I give him curses; yet he gives me love. O that my prayers could such affection move. The more I hate, the more he follows me. The more I love, the more he hateth me. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. None but your beauty; would that fault were mine. Take comfort; he no more shall see my face: Lysander and myself will sly this place. Before the time I did Lisander see, Seemed Athens as a Paradise to me. O then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turned a heaven unto a hell! Helen, to you our minds we will unfold: To morrow night, when Phoebe doth behold Her silver visage, in the watery glass, Decking, with liquid pearl, the bladed grass (A time, that lovers flights doth still conceal) Through Athens gates, have we devised to steal▪ And in the wood, where often you and I, Upon faint Primrose beds, were wont to lie, Emptying our bosoms, of their counsel swelled, There my Lysander, and myself shall meet, And thence, from Athens, turn away our eyes, To seek new friends and strange companions. Farewell, sweet playfellow: pray thou for us: And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius. Keep word Lysander: we must starve our sight, From lovers food, till morrow deep midnight. I will my Hermia. Helena adieu: As you on him, Demetrius dote on you. How happy some, o'er othersome, can be! Through Athens, I am thought as fair as she. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so: He will not know, what all, but he do know. And as he errs, doting on Hermias eyes: So I, admiring of his qualities. Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind: And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath loves mind of any judgement taste: Wings, and no eyes, figure, unheedy haste. And therefore is love said to be a child: Because, in choice, he is so oft beguiled. As waggish boys, in game, themselves forswear: So, the boy, Love, is perjured every where. For, ere Demetrius looked on Hermias eyen, He hailed down oaths, that he was only mine. And when this hail some heat, from Hermia, felt, So he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt. I will go tell him of fair Hermias flight: Then, to the wood, will he, to morrow night, Pursue her: and for this intelligence, If I have thanks, it is a dear expense: But herein mean I to enrich my pain, To have his sight thither, and back again. Is all our company here? You were best to call them generally, man by man, according to the scrip.
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I frowne vpon him; yet hee loues mee still. O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skil. I giue him curses; yet he giues mee loue. O that my prayers could such affection mooue. The more I hate, the more he followes mee. The more I loue, the more he hateth mee. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. None but your beauty; would that fault were mine. Take comfort; he no more shall see my face: Lysander and my selfe will sly this place. Before the time I did Lisander see, Seem'd Athens as a Paradise to mee. O then, what graces in my loue dooe dwell, That hee hath turnd a heauen vnto a hell! Helen, to you our mindes wee will vnfould: To morrow night, when Phoebe doth beholde Her siluer visage, in the watry glasse, Decking, with liquid pearle, the bladed grasse (A time, that louers flights doth still conceale) Through Athens gates, haue wee deuis'd to steale▪ And in the wood, where often you and I, Vpon faint Primrose beddes, were wont to lye, Emptying our bosomes, of their counsell sweld, There my Lysander, and my selfe shall meete, And thence, from Athens, turne away our eyes, To seeke new friends and strange companions. Farewell, sweete playfellow: pray thou for vs: And good lucke graunt thee thy Demetrius. Keepe word Lysander: we must starue our sight, From louers foode, till morrow deepe midnight. I will my Hermia. Helena adieu: As you on him, Demetrius dote on you. How happie some, ore othersome, can be! Through Athens, I am thought as faire as shee. But what of that? Demetrius thinkes not so: He will not knowe, what all, but hee doe know. And as hee erres, doting on Hermias eyes: So I, admiring of his qualities. Things base and vile, holding no quantitie, Loue can transpose to forme and dignitie. Loue lookes not with the eyes, but with the minde: And therefore is wingd Cupid painted blinde. Nor hath loues minde of any iudgement taste: Wings, and no eyes, figure, vnheedy haste. And therefore is loue said to bee a childe: Because, in choyce, he is so oft beguil'd. As waggish boyes, in game, themselues forsweare: So, the boy, Loue, is periur'd euery where. For, ere Demetrius lookt on Hermias eyen, Hee hayld downe othes, that he was onely mine. And when this haile some heate, from Hermia, felt, So he dissolued, and showrs of oathes did melt. I will goe tell him of faire Hermias flight: Then, to the wodde, will he, to morrow night, Pursue her: and for this intelligence, If I haue thankes, it is a deare expense: But herein meane I to enrich my paine, To haue his sight thither, and back againe. Is all our company heere? You were best to call them generally, man by man, according to the scrippe.