Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 527 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
You do impeach your modesty too much, To leave the city, and commit yourself, Into the hands of one that loves you not, To trust the opportunity of night, And the ill counsel of a desert place, With the rich worth of your virginity. Your virtue is my privilege: For that It is not night, when I do see your face. Therefore, I think, I am not in the night, Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company. For you, in my respect, are all the world. Then, how can it be said, I am alone, When all the world is here, to look on me? I'll run from thee, and hide me in the brakes, And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts. The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will: The story shall be changed: Apollo flies and Daphne holds the chase: The Dove pursues the Griffon: the mild Hind Makes speed to catch the Tiger. Bootless speed, When cowardice pursues, and valour flies. I will not stay thy questions. Let me go: Or if thou follow me, do not believe, But I shall do thee mischief, in the wood. I, in the Temple, in the town, the field, You do me mischief. Fie Demetrius. Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex: We cannot fight for love, as men may do: We should be wooed, and were not made to woo. I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well. Far thee well Nymph. Ere he do leave this grove, Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love. Hast thou the flower there? Welcome wanderer. I, there it is. I pray thee give it me. I know a bank where the wild time blows, Where Oxlips, and the nodding Violet grows, Quite overcanopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk roses, and with Eglantine: There sleeps Tytania, sometime of the night, Lulled in these flowers, with dances and delight: And there the snake throws her enameled skin, Weed wide enough to wrap a Fairy in. And, with the juice of this, I'll streak her eyes, And make her full of hateful fantasies. Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove: A sweet Athenian Lady is in love, With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes. But do it, when the next thing he espies, May be the Lady. Thou shalt know the man, By the Athenian garments he hath on. Effect it with some care; that he may prove More fond on her, than she upon her love: And look thou meet me ere the first Cock crow. Fear not my Lord: your servant shall do so. Come, now a Roundell, and a Fairy song: Then, for the third part of a minute hence, Some to kill cankers in the musk rose buds, Some war with Reremise, for their lethrens wings, To make my small Elves coats, and some keep back The clamorous Owl, that nightly hootes and wonders At our quaint spirits: Sing me now a sleep: Then to your offices, and let me rest.
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You doe impeach your modestie too much, To leaue the citie, and commit your selfe, Into the hands of one that loues you not, To trust the opportunitie of night, And the ill counsell of a desert place, With the rich worth of your virginitie. Your vertue is my priuiledge: For that It is not night, when I doe see your face. Therefore, I thinke, I am not in the night, Nor doth this wood lacke worlds of company. For you, in my respect, are all the world. Then, how can it be saide, I am alone, When all the world is here, to looke on mee? Ile runne from thee, and hide me in the brakes, And leaue thee to the mercy of wilde beastes. The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Runne when you will: The story shall be chaung'd: Apollo flies and Daphne holds the chase: The Doue pursues the Griffon: the milde Hinde Makes speede to catch the Tigre. Bootelesse speede, When cowardise pursues, and valour flies. I will not stay thy questions. Let me goe: Or if thou followe mee, do not beleeue, But I shall doe thee mischiefe, in the wood. I, in the Temple, in the towne, the fielde, You doe me mischiefe. Fy Demetrius. Your wrongs doe set a scandall on my sex: We cannot fight for loue, as men may doe: We should be woo'd, and were not made to wooe. Ile follow thee and make a heauen of hell, To dy vpon the hand I loue so well. Fare thee well Nymph. Ere he do leaue this groue, Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seeke thy loue. Hast thou the flower there? Welcome wanderer. I, there it is. I pray thee giue it mee. I know a banke where the wilde time blowes, Where Oxlips, and the nodding Violet growes, Quite ouercanopi'd with lushious woodbine, With sweete muske roses, and with Eglantine: There sleepes Tytania, sometime of the night, Luld in these flowers, with daunces and delight: And there the snake throwes her enammeld skinne, Weed wide enough to wrappe a Fairy in. And, with the iuyce of this, Ile streake her eyes, And make her full of hatefull phantasies. Take thou some of it, and seeke through this groue: A sweete Athenian Lady is in loue, With a disdainefull youth: annoint his eyes. But doe it, when the next thing he espies, May be the Ladie. Thou shalt know the man, By the Athenian garments he hath on. Effect it with some care; that he may prooue More fond on her, then she vpon her loue: And looke thou meete me ere the first Cocke crowe. Feare not my Lord: your seruant shall do so. Come, now a Roundell, and a Fairy song: Then, for the third part of a minute hence, Some to kill cankers in the musk rose buds, Some warre with Reremise, for their lethren wings, To make my small Elues coates, and some keepe backe The clamorous Owle, that nightly hootes and wonders At our queint spirits: Sing me now a sleepe: Then to your offices, and let mee rest.