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 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good master Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. Your name honest gentleman? Pease-blossome. I pray you commend me to mistress Squash, your mother, and to master Peascod, your father. Good master Pease-blossome, I shall desire you of more acquaintance, to. Your name I beseech you sir? Mustardseed. Good master Mustardseed, I know your patience will. That same cowardly, giantlike, Ox-beefe hath devoured many a gentleman of your house. I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water, ere now. I desire you more acquaintance, good master Mustardseed. Come wait upon him: lead him to my bower. The Moon, me thinks, looks with a watery eye: And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, Lamenting some enforced chastity. Tie up my lovers tongue, bring him silently. I wonder if Titania be awaked; Then what it was, that next came in her eye, Which she must dote on, in extremity. Here comes my messenger. How now, mad spirit? What night rule now about this haunted grove? My mistress with a monster is in love, near to her close and consecrated bower. While she was in her dull, and sleeping hour, A crew of patches, rude Mechanical, That work for bread, upon Athenian stalls, Were met together to rehearse a play, Intended for great Theseus nuptial day: The shallowest thickskinne, of that barren sort, Who Pyramus presented, in their sport, Forsook his Scene, and entered in a brake, When I did him at this advantage take: An Ass' noll I fixed on his head. Anon his Thisbie must be answered, And forth my Minnick comes. When they him spy; As wild geese, that the creeping Fouler eye, Or russet pated choughs, many in sort (Rising, and cawing, at the guns report) Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky: So, at his sight, away his fellows fly, And at our stamp, here over and over, one falls: He murder cries, and help from Athens calls. Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, thus strong, Made senseless things begin to do them wrong. For, briars and thorns, at their apparel, snatch: Some sleeves, some hats; from yielders, all things catch▪ I led them on, in this distracted fear, And left sweet Pyramus translated there: When in that moment (so it came to pass) Tytania waked, and straight way loved an Ass. This falls out better, than I could devise. But hast thou yet latcht the Athenians eyes, With the love juice, as I did bid thee do? I took him sleeping (that is finished to) And the Athenian woman, by his side; That when he waked, of force she must be eyed. Stand close: this is the same Athenian. This is the woman: but not this the man. O, Why rebuke you him, that loves you so? Lay breath so bitter, on your bitter foe.
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I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good master Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I shall make bolde with you. Your name honest gentleman? Pease-blossome. I pray you commend mee to mistresse Squash, your mother, and to master Peascod, your father. Good master Pease-blossome, I shall desire you of more acquaintance, to. Your name I beseech you sir? Mustardseede. Good master Mustardseede, I know your patience woll. That same cowardly, gyantlike, Ox-beefe hath deuourd many a gentleman of your house. I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water, ere now. I desire you more acquaintance, good master Mustardseede. Come waite vpon him: leade him to my bower. The Moone, me thinkes, lookes with a watry eye: And when shee weepes, weepes euery little flower, Lamenting some enforced chastitie. Ty vp my louers tongue, bring him silently. I wonder if Titania be awak't; Then what it was, that next came in her eye, Which she must dote on, in extreamitie. Here comes my messenger. How now, mad spirit? What night rule now about this haunted groue? My mistresse with a monster is in loue, Neere to her close and consecrated bower. While she was in her dull, and sleeping hower, A crew of patches, rude Mechanicals, That worke for bread, vpon Athenian stalles, Were met together to rehearse a play, Intended for great Theseus nuptiall day: The shallowest thickskinne, of that barraine sort, Who Pyramus presented, in their sport, Forsooke his Scene, and entred in a brake, VVhen I did him at this aduantage take: An Asses nole I fixed on his head. Anon his Thisbie must be answered, And forth my Minnick comes. When they him spy; As wilde geese, that the creeping Fouler eye, Or russet pated choughes, many in sort (Rysing, and cawing, at the gunnes report) Seuer themselues, and madly sweepe the sky: So, at his sight, away his fellowes fly, And at our stampe, here ore and ore, one falles: He murther cryes, and helpe from Athens cals. Their sense, thus weake, lost with their feares, thus strong, Made senselesse things begin to doe them wrong. For, briers and thornes, at their apparell, snatch: Some sleeues, some hats; from yeelders, all things catch▪ I led them on, in this distracted feare, And left sweete Pyramus translated there: When in that moment (so it came to passe) Tytania wak't, and straight way lou'd an Asse. This falles out better, then I could deuise. But hast thou yet latcht the Athenians eyes, With the loue iuice, as I did bid thee doe? I tooke him sleeping (that is finisht to) And the Athenian woman, by his side; That when he wak't, of force she must be ey'd. Stand close: this is the same Athenian. This is the woman: but not this the man. O, Why rebuke you him, that loues you so? Lay breath so bitter, on your bitter foe.