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 · 528 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I do. Persever, counterfeit sad looks: Make mouths upon me, when I turn my back: Wink each at other, hold the sweeete jest up▪ This sport well carried, shall be chronicled. If you have any pity, grace, or manners, You would not make me such an argument. But far ye well: 'tis partly my own fault: Which death, or absence soon shall remedy. Stay, gentle Helena: hear my excuse, My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena. O excellent! Sweet, do not scorn her so. If she cannot entreat, I can compel. Thou canst compel no more, than she entreat. Thy threats have no more strength than her weak praise. Helen, I love thee, by my life I do: I swear by that which I will lose for thee; To prove him false, that says I love thee not. I say, I love thee more than he can do. If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it to. Quick come. Lysander, whereto tends all this? Away, you Ethiop. No, no: he'll Seem to break lose: take on as you would follow; But yet come not. You are a tame man, go. Hang of thou cat, thou burr: vile thing let lose; Or I will shake thee from me, like a serpent. Why are you grown so rude? What change is this, Sweet love? Thy love? Out tawny Tartar, out: Out loathed medicine: o hated potion hence. Do you not jest? Yes sooth: and so do you. Demetrius, I will keep my word, with thee. I would I had your bond. For I perceive, A weak bond holds you. I'll not trust your word. What? should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead? Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so. What? Can you do me greater harm, than hate? Hate me, wherefore? O me, what news, my love? Am not I Hermia? Are not you Lysander? I am as fair now, as I was ere while. Since night, you loved me; yet since night, you left me, Why then, you left me (o the gods forbidden) In earnest, shall I say? I, by my life: And never did desire to see thee more. Therefore be out of hope, of question, of doubt: Be certain: nothing truer: 'tis no jest, That I do hate thee, and love Helena. O me, you juggler, you canker blossom, You thief of love: what, have you come by night, And stolen my loves heart, from him? Fine, I faith. Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear Impatient answers, from my gentle tongue? Fie, fie, you counterfeit, you puppet, you. Puppet? Why so? I, that way goes the game, Now I perceive that she hath made compare, Between our statures, she hath urged her height, And with her parsonage, her tall parsonage, Her height (forsooth) she hath prevailed with him. And are you grown so high in his esteem, Because I am so dwarfish and so low? How low am I, thou painted Maypole? Speak: How low am I? I am not yet so low, But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.
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I doe. Perseuer, counterfait sad lookes: Make mouthes vpon mee, when I turne my back: Winke each at other, holde the sweeete ieast vp▪ This sport well carried, shall bee chronicled. If you haue any pitty, grace, or manners, You would not make mee such an argument. But fare ye well: tis partly my owne fault: Which death, or absence soone shall remedy. Stay, gentle Helena: heare my excuse, My loue, my life, my soule, faire Helena. O excellent! Sweete, doe not scorne her so. If she cannot entreat, I can compell. Thou canst compell no more, then she intreat. Thy threats haue no more strength then her weake praise. Helen, I loue thee, by my life I doe: I sweare by that which I will loose for thee; To prooue him false, that saies I loue thee not. I say, I loue thee more then he can do. If thou say so, withdrawe, and prooue it to. Quick come. Lysander, whereto tends all this? Away, you Ethiop. No, no: heele Seeme to breake loose: take on as you would follow; But yet come not. You are a tame man, go. Hang of thou cat, thou bur: vile thing let loose; Or I will shake thee from mee, like a serpent. Why are you growne so rude? What change is this, Sweete loue? Thy loue? Out tawny Tartar, out: Out loathed medcine: ô hated potion hence. Doe you not ieast? Yes sooth: and so doe you. Demetrius, I will keepe my word, with thee. I would I had your bond. For I perceiue, A weake bond holds you. Ile not trust your word. What? should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead? Although I hate her, Ile not harme her so. What? Can you do me greater harme, then hate? Hate mee, wherefore? O me, what newes, my loue? Am not I Hermia? Are not you Lysander? I am as faire now, as I was ere while. Since night, you lou'd mee; yet since night, you left mee, Why then, you left mee (ô the gods forbid) In earnest, shall I say? I, by my life: And neuer did desire to see thee more. Thefore be out of hope, of question, of doubt: Be certaine: nothing truer: tis no ieast, That I doe hate thee, and loue Helena. O mee, you iuggler, you canker blossome, You theefe of loue: what, haue you come by night, And stolne my loues heart, from him? Fine, I faith. Haue you no modesty, no maiden shame, No touch of bashfulnesse? What, will you teare Impatient answeres, from my gentle tongue? Fy, fy, you counterfait, you puppet, you. Puppet? Why so? I, that way goes the game, Now I perceiue that she hath made compare, Betweene our statures, she hath vrg'd her height, And with her personage, her tall personage, Her height (forsooth) she hath preuaild with him. And are you growne so high in his esteeme, Because I am so dwarfish and so lowe? How lowe am I, thou painted May-pole? Speake: How lowe am I? I am not yet so lowe, But that my nailes can reach vnto thine eyes.