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 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
O Bottom, thou art changed. What do I see on thee? What do you see? You see an Ass head of your own. Do you? Bless thee Bottom, bless thee. Thou art translated. I see their knavery. This is to make an ass of me, to fright me, if they could: but I will not stir from this place, do what they can. I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear I am not afraid. The Woosell cock, so black of hew, With Orange tawny bill, The Throstle, with his note so true, The Wren, with little quill. What Angel wakes me from my flowery bed? The Fynch, the sparrow, and the Lark, The plainsong Cuckoo grey: Whose note, full many a man doth mark, And dares not answer, nay. For indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a bird? Who would give a bird the lie, though he cry Cuckoo, never so? I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again. Mine ear is much enamoured of thy note: So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape, And thy fair virtues force (perforce) doth move me, On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee. Me thinks mistress, you should have little reason for that. And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together, now a days. The more the pity, that some honest neighbours will not make them friends. Nay I can gleek, upon occasion. Thou art as wise, as thou art beautiful. Not so neither: but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn. Out of this wood, do not desire to go: Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. I am a spirit, of no common rate: The Summer, still, doth tend upon my state, And I do love thee: therefore go with me. I'll give thee Fairies to attend on thee: And they shall fetch thee jewels, from the deep, And sing, while thou, on pressed flowers, dost sleep: And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, That thou shalt, like an eyrie spirit, go. Pease-blossome, Cobweb, Moth, and mustard-seed? Ready: and I, and I, and I. Where shall we go? Be kind and courteous to this gentleman, Hop in his walks, and gambole in his eyes, Feed him with Apricocks, and Dewberries, With purple Grapes, green figs, and Mulberries, The honey bags steal from the humble Bees, And for night tapers, crop their waxed thighs, And light them at the fiery Glow-worms eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise, And pluck the wings, from painted Butterflies, To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes, Nod to him Elves, and do him courtesies. Hail mortal, hail. Hail. Hail. I cry your worship's mercy, heartily: I beseech your worships name. Cobwebbe.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T3 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O Bottom, thou art chaung'd. What do I see on thee? What doe you see? You see an Asse head of your owne. Do you? Blesse thee Bottom, blesse thee. Thou art trāslated. I see their knauery. This is to make an asse of mee, to fright me, if they could: but I wil not stirre from this place, do what they can. I will walke vp and downe heere, and I will sing, that they shall heare I am not afraide. The Woosell cock, so blacke of hewe, With Orange tawny bill, The Throstle, with his note so true, The Wren, with little quill. What Angell wakes me from my flowry bed? The Fynch, the Sparrowe, and the Larke, The plainsong Cuckow gray: Whose note, full many a man doth marke, And dares not answere, nay. For indeede, who would set his wit to so foolish a birde? Who would giue a bird the ly, though hee cry Cuckow, neuer so? I pray thee, gentle mortall, sing againe. Myne eare is much enamoured of thy note: So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape, And thy faire vertues force (perforce) doth mooue mee, On the first viewe to say, to sweare, I loue thee. Mee thinks mistresse, you should haue little reason for that. And yet, to say the truth, reason and loue keepe little company together, now a daies. The more the pitty, that some honest neighbours will not make them friends. Nay I can gleeke, vpon occasion. Thou art as wise, as thou art beautifull. Not so neither: but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I haue enough to serue mine owe turne. Out of this wood, doe not desire to goe: Thou shalt remaine here, whether thou wilt or no. I am a spirit, of no common rate: The Sommer, still, doth tend vpon my state, And I doe loue thee: therefore goe with mee. Ile giue thee Fairies to attend on thee: And they shall fetch thee Iewels, from the deepe, And sing, while thou, on pressed flowers, dost sleepe: And I will purge thy mortall grossenesse so, That thou shalt, like an ayery spirit, goe. Pease-blossome, Cobweb, Moth, and Mustard-seede? Readie: and I, and I, and I. Where shall we goe? Be kinde and curteous to this gentleman, Hop in his walkes, and gambole in his eyes, Feede him with Apricocks, and Dewberries, With purple Grapes, greene figges, and Mulberries, The hony bagges steale from the humble Bees, And for night tapers, croppe their waxen thighes, And light them at the fiery Glowe-wormes eyes, To haue my loue to bedde, and to arise, And pluck the wings, from painted Butterflies, To fanne the Moone-beames from his sleeping eyes, Nod to him Elues, and doe him curtesies. Haile mortall, haile. Haile. Haile. I cry your worships mercy, hartily: I beseech your worshippes name. Cobwebbe.