Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.73 · 499 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
You spotted Snakes with double tongue, Thorny Hedgehogges be not seen, Newts and blind worms do no wrong, Come not near our Fairy Queen. Philomele with melody, Sing in your sweet Lullaby. Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby, Never harm, nor spell, nor charm, Come our lovely Lady nigh, So good night with Lullaby. Weaving Spiders come not here, Hence you long legged Spinners, hence: Beetles black approach not near; Worm nor Snail do no offence. Philomele with melody, etc. Hence away, now all is well; One aloof, stand Sentinel. What thou seest when thou dost wake, Do it for thy true Love take: Love and languish for his sake. Be it Ounce, or Cat, or Bear, Pard, or Boar with bristled hair, In thy eye that shall appear, When thou wakest, it is thy dear, Wake when some vile thing is near. Fair love, you faint with wand'ring in the woods, And to speak troth I have forgot our way: we'll rest us Hermia, if you think it good, And tarry for the comfort of the day. Be it so Lysander; find you out a bed, For I upon this bank will rest my head. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both, One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth. Nay good Lysander, for my sake my dear Lie further off yet, do not lie so near. O take the sense sweet, of my innocence, Love takes the meaning, in love's conference, I mean that my heart unto yours is knit, So that but one heart can you make of it. Two bosoms interchanged with an oath, So then two bosoms, and a single troth. Then by your side, no bedroom me deny, For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie. Lysander riddles very prettily; Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied. But gentle friend, for love and courtesy Lie further off, in humane modesty, Such separation, as may well be said, Becomes a virtuous bachelor, and a maid, So far be distant, and good night sweet friend; Thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I, And then end life, when I end loyalty: here is my bed, sleep give thee all his rest. With half that wish, the wishers eyes be pressed. Through the Forest have I gone, But Athenian find I none, One whose eyes I might approve This flowers force in stirring love. Night and silence: who is here? Weeds of Athens he doth wear: This is he (my master said) Despised the Athenian maid: And here the maiden sleeping sound, On the dank and dirty ground. Pretty soul, she durst not lie Near this lacke-love, this kill-curtesie. Churl, upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe: When thou wakest, let love forbid Sleep his seat on thy eyelid. So awake when I am gone: For I must now to Oberon.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 573–646 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 33 in this edition
Length
499 words · 704 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T4 — Love-longing and the lover's complaintcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.727 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T3 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
You ſpotted Snakes with double tongue, Thorny Hedgehogges be not ſeene, Newts and blinde wormes do no wrong, Come not neere our Fairy Queene. Philomele with melodie, Sing in your ſweet Lullaby▪ Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby, Neuer harme, nor ſpell, nor charme, Come our louely Lady nye, So good night with Lullaby. Weauing Spiders come not heere, Hence you long leg'd Spinners, hence: Beetles blacke approach not neere; Worme nor Snayle doe no offence. Philomele with melody, &c. Hence away, now all is well; One aloofe, ſtand Centinell. What thou ſeeſt when thou doſt wake, Doe it for thy true Loue take: Loue and languiſh for his ſake. Be it Ounce, or Catte, or Beare, Pard, or Boare with briſtled haire, In thy eye that ſhall appeare, When thou wak'ſt, it is thy deare, Wake when ſome vile thing is neere. Faire loue, you faint with wandring in ye woods, And to ſpeake troth I haue forgot our way: Wee'll reſt vs Hermia, if you thinke it good, And tarry for the comfort of the day. Be it ſo Lyſander; finde you out a bed, For I vpon this banke will reſt my head. One turfe ſhall ſerue as pillow for vs both, One heart, one bed, two boſomes, and one troth. Nay good Lyſander, for my ſake my deere Lie further off yet, doe not lie ſo neere. O take the ſence ſweet, of my innocence, Loue takes the meaning, in loues conference, I meane that my heart vnto yours is knit, So that but one heart can you make of it. Two boſomes interchanged with an oath, So then two boſomes, and a ſingle troth. Then by your ſide, no bed-roome me deny, For lying ſo, Hermia, I doe not lye. Lyſander riddles very prettily; Now much beſhrew my manners and my pride, If Hermia meant to ſay, Lyſander lied. But gentle friend, for loue and courteſie Lie further off, in humane modeſty, Such ſeparation, as may well be ſaid, Becomes a vertuous batchelour, and a maide, So farre be diſtant, and good night ſweet friend; Thy loue nere alter, till thy ſweet life end. Amen, amen, to that faire prayer, ſay I, And then end life, when I end loyalty: Heere is my bed, ſleepe giue thee all his reſt. With halfe that wiſh, the wiſhers eyes be preſt. Through the Forreſt haue I gone, But Athenian finde I none, One whoſe eyes I might approue This flowers force in ſtirring loue. Night and ſilence: who is heere? Weedes of Athens he doth weare: This is he (my maſter ſaid) Deſpiſed the Athenian maide: And heere the maiden ſleeping ſound, On the danke and durty ground. Pretty ſoule, ſhe durſt not lye Neere this lacke-loue, this kill-curteſie. Churle, vpon thy eyes I throw All the power this charme doth owe: When thou wak'ſt, let loue forbid Sleepe his ſeate on thy eye-lid. So awake when I am gone: For I muſt now to Oberon.