Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · 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 · 479 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill. I give him curses, yet he gives me love. O that my prayers could such affection move. The more I hate, the more he follows me. The more I love, the more he hateth me. His folly Helena is none of mine. None but your beauty, would that fault were mine Take comfort: he no more shall see my face, Lysander and myself will fly this place. Before the time I did Lysander see, Seemed Athens like a Paradise to me. O then, what graces in my Love do dwell, That he hath turned a heaven into hell. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold, To morrow night, when Phoebe doth behold Her silver visage, in the watery glass, Decking with liquid pearl, the bladed grass (A time that Lover's flights doth still conceal) Through Athens gates, have we devised to steal. And in the wood, where often you and I, Upon faint Primrose beds, were wont to lie, Emptying our bosoms, of their counsel swelled: There my Lysander, and myself shall meet, And thence from Athens turn away our eyes To seek new friends and strange companions, Farewell sweet playfellow, pray thou for us, And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius. Keep word Lysander we must starve our sight, From lover's food, till morrow deep midnight. I will my Hermia. Helena adieu, As you on him, Demetrius dotes on you. How happy some, o'er other some can be? Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so: He will not know, what all, but he doth know, And as he errs, doting on Hermias eyes; So I, admiring of his qualities: Things base and vild, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity, Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgement taste: Wings and no eyes, figure, unheedy haste. And therefore is Love said to be a child, Because in choice he is often beguiled, As waggish boys in game themselves forswear; So the boy Love is perjured every where. For ere Demetrius looked on Hermias eyen, He hailed down oaths that he was only mine. And when this Hail some heat from Hermia felt, So he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt, I will go tell him of fair Hermias flight: Then to the wood will he, to morrow night Pursue her; and for his intelligence, If I have thankes, it is a dear expense: But herein mean I to enrich my pain, To have his sight thither, and back again. Is all our company here? You were best to call them generally, man by man, according to the scrip.
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I frowne vpon him, yet he loues me ſtill. O that your frownes would teach my ſmiles ſuch skil. I giue him curſes, yet he giues me loue. O that my prayers could ſuch affection mooue. The more I hate, the more he followes me. The more I loue, the more he hateth me. His folly Helena is none of mine. None but your beauty, wold that fault wer mine Take comfort: he no more ſhall ſee my face, Lyſander and my ſelfe will flie this place. Before the time I did Lyſander ſee, Seem'd Athens like a Paradiſe to mee. O then, what graces in my Loue do dwell, That he hath turn'd a heauen into hell. Helen, to you our mindes we will vnfold, To morrow night, when Phoebe doth behold Her ſiluer viſage, in the watry glaſſe, Decking with liquid pearle, the bladed graſſe (A time that Louers flights doth ſtill conceale) Through Athens gates, haue we deuis'd to ſteale. And in the wood, where often you and I, Vpon faint Primroſe beds, were wont to lye, Emptying our boſomes, of their counſell ſweld: There my Lyſander, and my ſelfe ſhall meete, And thence from Athens turne away our eyes To ſeeke new friends and ſtrange companions, Farwell ſweet play-fellow, pray thou for vs, And good lucke grant thee thy Demetrius. Keepe word Lyſander we muſt ſtarue our ſight, From louers foode, till morrow deepe midnight. I will my Hermia. Helena adieu, As you on him, Demetrius dotes on you. How happy ſome, ore other ſome can be? Through Athens I am thought as faire as ſhe. But what of that? Demetrius thinkes not ſo: He will not know, what all, but he doth know, And as hee erres, doting on Hermias eyes; So I, admiring of his qualities: Things baſe and vilde, holding no quantity, Loue can tranſpoſe to forme and dignity, Loue lookes not with the eyes, but with the minde, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blinde. Nor hath loues minde of any iudgement taſte: Wings and no eyes, figure, vnheedy haſte. And therefore is Loue ſaid to be a childe, Becauſe in choiſe he is often beguil'd, As waggiſh boyes in game themſelues forſweare; So the boy Loue is periur'd euery where. For ere Demetrius lookt on Hermias eyne, He hail'd downe oathes that he was onely mine. And when this Haile ſome heat from Hermia felt, So he diſſolu'd, and ſhowres of oathes did melt, I will goe tell him of faire Hermias flight: Then to the wood will he, to morrow night Purſue her; and for his intelligence, If I haue thankes, it is a deere expence: But heerein meane I to enrich my paine, To haue his ſight thither, and backe againe. Is all our company heere? You were beſt to call them generally, man by man, according to the ſcrip.