Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.76 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
You spotted Snakes, with double tongue, Thorny Hedge hogs be not seen, Newts and blind worms do no wrong, Come not near our Fairy Queen. Philomele, with melody, Sing in our sweet Lullaby, Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby, Never harm, nor spell, nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh. So good night, with lullaby. Weaving Spiders come not here▪ Hence you long legged Spinners, hence: Beetles black approach not near: Worm nor snail do no offence. Philomele with melody, etc. Hence away: now all is well: One aloof, stand Sentinel. What thou seest, when thou dost wake, Do it for thy true love take: Love and languish for his sake. Be it Ounce, or Cat, or Bear, Pard, or Boar with bristled hair, In thy eye that shall appear, When thou wakest, it is thy dear: Wake, when some vile thing is near. Fair love, you faint, with wandering in the wood: And to speak troth I have forgot our way. we'll rest us Hermia, if you think it good, And tatty for the comfort of the day. Bet it so Lysander: find you out a bed: For I, upon this bank, will rest my head. One turf shall serve, as pillow, for us both, One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth. Nay god Lysander: for my sake, my dear lie further off, yet; do not lie so near. O take the sense, sweet, of my innocence. Love takes the meaning, in loves conference▪ I mean that my heart unto yours it knit; So that but one heart we can make of it: Two bosoms interchained with an oath: So then two bosoms, and a single troth. Then, by your side, no bedroom me deny: For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie. Lysander riddles very prettily. Now much be shrew my manners, and my pride, If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied. But gentle friend, for love and courtesy, Lie further off, in human modesty: Such separation, as may well be said Becomes a virtuous bachelor, and a maid, So far be distant, and good night sweet friend: Thy love near alter till thy sweet life end. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I, And then end life, when I end loyalty. Hear is my bed: sleep give thee all his rest. With half that wish, the wishers eyes be priest. Through the forest have I gone: But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flowers force in stirring love. Night and silence. Who is here? Weeds of Athens he doth wear: This is he (my master said) Despised the Athenian maid: And here the maiden, sleeping sound, On the dank and dirty ground. Pretty soul, she durst not lie, Near this lack-love, this kil-curtesie. Churl, upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe: When thou wakest, let love forbid Sleep, his seat, on thy eye lid. So awake, when I am gone: For I must now to Oberon.
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You spotted Snakes, with double tongue, Thorny Hedge hogges be not seene, Newts and blinde wormes do no wrong, Come not neere our Fairy Queene. Philomele, with melody, Sing in our sweete Lullaby, Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby, Neuer harme, nor spell, nor charme, Come our louely lady nigh. So good night, with lullaby. Weauing Spiders come not heere▪ Hence you long legd Spinners, hence: Beetles blacke approach not neere: Worme nor snaile doe no offence. Philomele with melody, &c. Hence away: now all is well: One aloofe, stand Centinell. What thou seest, when thou doest wake, Doe it for thy true loue take: Loue and languish for his sake. Be it Ounce, or Catte, or Beare, Pard, or Boare with bristled haire, In thy eye that shall appeare, When thou wak'st, it is thy deare: Wake, when some vile thing is neere. Faire loue, you fainte, with wandring in the wood: And to speake troth I haue forgot our way. Weele rest vs Hermia, if you thinke it good, And tatty for the comfor of the day. Bet it so Lysander: finde you out a bedde: For I, vpon this banke, will rest my head. One turfe shall serue, as pillow, for vs both, One heart, one bedde, two bosomes, and one troth. Nay god Lysander: for my sake, my deere Ly further off, yet; doe not lye so neere. O take the sense, sweete, of my innocence. Loue takes the meaning, in loues conference▪ I mean that my heart vnto yours it knit; So that but one heart wee can make of it: Two bosomes interchained with an oath: So then two bosomes, and a single troth. Then, by your side, no bed-roome me deny: For lying so, Hermia, I doe not lye. Lysander riddles very prettily. Now much be shrewe my manners, and my pride, If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lyed. But gentle friend, for loue and curtesie, Ly further off, in humane modesty: Such separation, as may well be said Becomes a vertuous batcheler, and a maide, So farre be distant, and good night sweete friend: Thy loue nere alter till thy sweete life end. Amen, amen, to that faire prayer, say I, And then end life, when I end loyalty. Heere is my bed: sleepe giue thee all his rest. With halfe that wish, the wishers eyes be prest. Through the forrest haue I gone: But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approue This flowers force in stirring loue. Night and silence. Who is heere? Weedes of Athens he doth weare: This is hee (my master saide) Despised the Athenian maide: And here the maiden, sleeping sound, On the danke and dirty ground. Pretty sowle, she durst not lye, Neere this lack-loue, this kil-curtesie. Churle, vpon thy eyes I throwe All the power this charme doth owe: When thou wak'st, let loue forbidde Sleepe, his seat, on thy eye lidde. So awake, when I am gon: For I must now to Oberon.