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 · 453 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I pray you, though you mock me, gentleman, Let her not hurt me, I was never cursed: I have no gift at all in shrewishness: I am a right maid, for my cowardice: Let her not strike me. You perhaps, may think, Because she is something lower than myself, That I can match her. Lower? hark again. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me, I evermore did love you Hermia, Did ever keep your counsels, never wronged you▪ Save that in love, unto Demetrius, I told him of your stealth unto this wood. He followed you: for love, I followed him. But he hath chid me hence, and threatened me To strike me, spurn me; nay to kill me to. And now, so you will let me quiet go, To Athens will I bear my folly back, And follow you no further. Let me go. You see how simple, and how fond I am. Why? get you gone. Who be't that hinders you? A foolish heart, that I leave here behind. What, with Lysander? With Demetrius. Be not afraid: she shall not harm thee Helena▪ No sir: she shall not, though you take her part. O, when she is angry, she is keen and shrewd. She was a vixen, when she went to school: And though she be but little, she is fierce. Little again? Nothing but low and little? Why will you suffer her to flout me thus? Let me come to her. Get you gone, you dwarf; You minimus, of hindering knot grass, made; You bed, you acorn. You are too officious, In her behalf, that scorns your services. Let her alone: speak not of Helena, Take not her part. For if thou dost intend Never so little show of love to her, Thou shalt abye it. Now she holds me not: Now follow, if thou dat'st, to try whose right, Of thine or mine, is most in Helena. Fellow? Nay: I'll go with thee, cheek by jowl, You, mistress, all this coil is long of you. Nay: go not back. I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your cursed company. Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray: My legs are longer though, to run away. I am amazed, and know not what to say. This is thy negligence: still thou mistak'st, Or else commitst thy knaveries wilfully. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. Did not you tell me, I should know the man, By the Athenian garments, he had on? And, so far blameless proves my enterprise, That I have anointed an Athenians eyes: And so far am I glad, it so did sort, As this their jangling I esteem a sport.
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I pray you, though you mocke me, gentleman, Let her not hurt me, I was neuer curst: I haue no gift at all in shrewishnesse: I am a right maid, for my cowardize: Let her not strike mee. You perhaps, may thinke, Because she is something lower then my selfe, That I can match her. Lower? harke againe. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with mee, I euermore did loue you Hermia, Did euer keepe your counsels, neuer wrongd you▪ Saue that in loue, vnto Demetrius, I tould him of your stealth vnto this wood. He followed you: for loue, I followed him. But he hath chid me hence, and threatned mee To strike mee, spurne mee; nay to kill mee to. And now, so you will let me quiet goe, To Athens will I beare my folly backe, And follow you no further. Let me goe. You see how simple, and how fond I am. Why? get you gon. Who ist that hinders you? A foolish heart, that I leaue here behind. What, with Lysander? With Demetrius. Be not afraid: she shall not harme thee Helena ▪ No sir: she shall not, though you take her part. O, when she is angry, she is keene and shrewd. She was a vixen, when she went to schoole: And though she be but little, she is fierce. Little againe? Nothing hut low and little? Why will you suffer her to floute me thus? Let me come to her. Get you gon, you dwarfe; You minimus, of hindring knot grasse, made; You bead, you acorne. You are too officious, In her behalfe, that scornes your seruices. Let her alone: speake not of Helena, Take not her part. For if thou dost intend Neuer so little shewe of loue to her, Thou shalt aby it. Now she holdes me not: Now follow, if thou dat'st, to try whose right, Of thine or mine, is most in Helena. Follow? Nay: Ile go with thee, cheeke by iowle, You, mistresse, all this coyle is long of you. Nay: goe not backe. I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray: My legges are longer though, to runne away. I am amaz'd, and know not what to say. This is thy negligence: still thou mistak'st, Or else commitst thy knaueries wilfully. Beleeue mee, king of shadowes, I mistooke. Did not you tell mee, I should know the man, By the Athenian garments, he had on? And, so farr eblamelesse prooues my enterprise, That I haue nointed an Athenians eyes: And so farre am I glad, it so did sort, As this their iangling I esteeme a sport.