Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 526 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
You do impeach your modesty too much, To leave the City, and commit yourself Into the hands of one that loves you not, To trust the opportunity of night, And the ill counsel of a desert place, With the rich worth of your virginity. Your virtue is my privilege: for that It is not night when I do see your face. Therefore I think I am not in the night, Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world. Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me? I'll run from thee, and hide me in the brakes, And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts. The wildest hath not such a heart as you; Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The Dove pursues the Griffin, the mild Hind Makes speed to catch the Tiger. Bootless speed, When cowardice pursues, and valour flies. I will not stay thy questions, let me go; Or if thou follow me, do not believe, But I shall do thee mischief in the wood. I, in the Temple, in the Town, and Field You do me mischief. Fie Demetrius, Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex: We cannot fight for love, as men may do; We should be wooed, and were not made to woo. I follow thee, and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well. Far thee well Nymph, ere he do leave this grove, Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love. Hast thou the flower there? Welcome wanderer. I, there it is. I pray thee give it me. I know a bank where the wild time blows, Where Oxslips and the nodding Violet grows, Quite ouer-cannoped with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk roses, and with Eglantine; There sleeps Tytania, sometime of the night, Lullled in these flowers, with dances and delight: And there the snake throws her enammeled skin, Weed wide enough to rap a Fairy in. And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes, And make her full of hateful fantasies. Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove; A sweet Athenian Lady is in love With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes, But do it when the next thing he espies, May be the Lady. Thou shalt know the man, By the Athenian garments he hath on. Effect it with some care, that he may prove More fond on her, than she upon her love; And look thou meet me ere the first Cock crow. Fear not my Lord, your servant shall do so. Come, now a Roundell, and a Fairy song; Then for the third part of a minute hence, Some to kill Cankers in the musk rose buds, Some war with Reremise, for their leathern wings, To make my small Elves coats, and some keep back The clamorous Owl that nightly hoots and wonders At our quaint spirits: Sing me now asleep, Then to your offices, and let me rest.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
You doe impeach your modeſty too much, To leaue the Citty, and commit your ſelfe Into the hands of one that loues you not, To truſt the opportunity of night, And the ill counſell of a deſert place, With the rich worth of your virginity. Your vertue is my priuiledge: for that It is not night when I doe ſee your face. Therefore I thinke I am not in the night, Nor doth this wood lacke worlds of company, For you in my reſpect are all the world. Then how can it be ſaid I am alone, When all the world is heere to looke on me? Ile run from thee, and hide me in the brakes, And leaue thee to the mercy of wilde beaſts. The wildeſt hath not ſuch a heart as you; Runne when you will, the ſtory ſhall be chang'd: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chaſe; The Doue purſues the Griffin, the milde Hinde Makes ſpeed to catch the Tyger. Bootleſſe ſpeede, When cowardiſe purſues, and valour flies. I will not ſtay thy queſtions, let me go; Or if thou follow me, doe not beleeue, But I ſhall doe thee miſchiefe in the wood. I, in the Temple, in the Towne, and Field You doe me miſchiefe. Fye Demetrius, Your wrongs doe ſet a ſcandall on my ſexe: We cannot fight for loue, as men may doe; We ſhould be woo'd, and were not made to wooe. I follow thee, and make a heauen of hell, To die vpon the hand I loue ſo well. Fare thee well Nymph, ere he do leaue this groue, Thou ſhalt flie him, and he ſhall ſeeke thy loue. Haſt thou the flower there? Welcome wanderer. I, there it is. I pray thee giue it me. I know a banke where the wilde time blowes, Where Oxſlips and the nodding Violet growes, Quite ouer-cannoped with luſcious woodbine, With ſweet muske roſes, and with Eglantine; There ſleepes Tytania, ſometime of the night, Lul'd in theſe flowers, with dances and delight: And there the ſnake throwes her enammel'd skinne, Weed wide enough to rap a Fairy in. And with the iuyce of this Ile ſtreake her eyes, And make her full of hatefull fantaſies. Take thou ſome of it, and ſeek through this groue; A ſweet Athenian Lady is in loue With a diſdainefull youth: annoint his eyes, But doe it when the next thing he eſpies, May be the Lady. Thou ſhalt know the man, By the Athenian garments he hath on. Effect it with ſome care, that he may proue More fond on her, then ſhe vpon her loue; And looke thou meet me ere the firſt Cocke crow. Feare not my Lord, your ſeruant ſhall do ſo. Come, now a Roundell, and a Fairy ſong; Then for the third part of a minute hence, Some to kill Cankers in the muske roſe buds, Some warre with Reremiſe, for their leathern wings, To make my ſmall Elues coates, and ſome keepe backe The clamorous Owle that nightly hoots and wonders At our queint ſpirits: Sing me now aſleepe, Then to your offices, and let me reſt.