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 0.83 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Helen, it is not so. disparaged not the faith, thou dost not know; Lest to thy peril, thou abye it dear. Look where thy love comes: yonder is thy dear. Dark night, that from the eye, his function takes, The ear more quick of apprehension makes. Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense, It pays the hearing double recompense. Thou art not, by mine eye, Lysander, found: Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound. But why, unkindly, didst thou leave me so? Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go? What love could press Lysander, from my side? Lysander's love (that would not let him bide) Fair Helena: who more engilds the night Than all yond fiery oes, and eyes of light. Why seekest thou me? Can not this make thee know, The hate I bore thee, made me leave thee so? You speak not as you think: It cannot be. Lo: she is one of this confederacy. Now I perceive, they have conjoined all three, To fashion this false sport, in spite of me. Injurious Hermia, most ungrateful maid, Have you conspired, have you with these contrived To bait me, with this foul derision? Is all the counsel that we two have shared, The sister's vows, the hours that we have spent, When we have chid the hasty footed time, For parting us; O, is all forgot? All schooldaies friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles, created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted; But yet an union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem: So with two seeming bodies, but one heart, Two of the first life coats in heraldry, Endue but to one, and crowned with one crest. And will you rend our ancient love asunder, To join with men, in scorning your poor friend? It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly. Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it; Though I alone do feel the injury. I am amazed at your words: I scorn you not. It seems that you scorn me, Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, To follow me, and praise my eyes and face? And made your other love, Demetrius (Who even but now did spurn me with his foot) To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare, Precious celestial? Wherhfore speaks he this, To her he hates? And wherefore doth Lysander Deny your love (so rich within his soul) And tender me (forsooth) affection, But by your setting on, by your consent? What, though I be not so in grace as you, So hung upon with love, so fortunate? (But miserable most, to love unloved) This you should pity, rather than despise. I understand not, what you mean by this▪
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Helen, it is not so. Disparage not the faith, thou dost not know; Least to thy perill, thou aby it deare. Looke where thy loue comes: yonder is thy deare. Darke night, that from the eye, his function takes, The eare more quicke of apprehension makes. Wherein it doth impaire the seeing sense, It payes the hearing double recompence. Thou art not, by myne eye, Lysander, found: Mine eare, I thanke it, brought me to thy sound. But why, vnkindly, didst thou leaue mee so? Why should he stay, whom loue doth presse to go? What loue could presse Lysander, from my side? Lysanders loue (that would not let him bide) Faire Helena: who more engilds the night Then all yon fiery oes, and eyes of light. Why seek'st thou me? Could not this make thee know, The hate I bare thee, made mee leaue thee so? You speake not as you thinke: It cannot bee. Lo: she is one of this confederacy. Now I perceiue, they haue conioynd all three, To fashion this false sport, in spight of mee. Iniurious Hermia, most vngratefull maide, Haue you conspir'd, haue you with these contriu'd To baite mee, with this foule derision? Is all the counsell that we two haue shar'd, The sisters vowes, the howers that we haue spent, When we haue chid the hastie footed time, For parting vs; O, is all forgot? All schooldaies friendshippe, childhood innocence? VVee, Hermia, like two artificiall gods, Haue with our needles, created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voyces, and mindes Had bin incorporate. So wee grewe together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted; But yet an vnion in partition, Two louely berries moulded on one stemme: So with two seeming bodies, but one heart, Two of the first life coats in heraldry, Due but to one, and crowned with one creast. And will you rent our auncient loue asunder, To ioyne with men, in scorning your poore friend? It is not friendly, tis not maidenly. Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it; Though I alone doe fele the iniury. I am amazed at your words: I scorne you not. It seemes that you scorne mee, Haue you not set Lysander, as in scorne, To follow mee, and praise my eyes and face? And made your other loue, Demetrius (Who euen but now did spurne mee with his foote) To call mee goddesse, nymph, diuine, and rare, Pretious celestiall? VVherefore speakes he this, To her he hates? And wherfore doth Lysander Deny your loue (so rich within his soule) And tender mee (forsooth) affection, But by your setting on, by your consent? VVhat, though I be not so in grace as you, So hung vpon with loue, so fortunate? (But miserable most, to loue vnlou'd) This you should pittie, rather then despise. I vnderstand not, what you meane by this▪