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 0.86 · 489 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.
Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius. I charge thee hence, and do not haunt me thus. O wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so. Stay on thy peril, I alone will go. O I am out of breath, in this fond chase, The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace, Happy is Hermia, whatsoe'er she lies; For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears. If so, my eyes are oftener washed than hers. No, no, I am as ugly as a Bear; For beasts that meet me, run away for fear, Therefore no marvel, though Demetrius Do as a monster, fly my presence thus. What wicked and dissembling glass of mine, Made me compare with Hermias sphery eyen? But who is here? Lysander on the ground; Dead or asleep? I see no blood, no wound, Lysander, if you live, good sir awake. And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake. Transparent Helena, nature her shows art, That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Where is Demetrius? oh how fit a word Is that vile name, to perish on my sword! Do not say so Lysander, say not so: What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though? Yet Hermia still loves you; then be content. Content with Hermia? No, I do repent The tedious minutes I with her have spent. Not Hermia, but Helena now I love; Who will not change a Raven for a Dove? The will of man is by his reason swayed: And reason says you are the worthier Maid. Things growing are not ripe until their season; So I being young, till now ripe not to reason, And touching now the point of humane skill, Reason becomes the Marshal to my will, And leads me to your eyes, where I o'erlook Love's stories, written in Love's richest book. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery borne? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, That I did never, no nor never can, Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius eye, But you must flout my insufficiency? Good troth you do me wrong (goodsooth you do) In such disdainful manner, me to woo. But far you well; perforce I must confess, I thought you Lord of more true gentleness. Oh, that a Lady of one man refused, Should of another therefore be abused. She sees not Hermia: Hermia sleep thou there, And never mayst thou come Lysander near; For as a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings: Or as the heresies that men do leave, Are hated most of those that did deceive: So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy, Of all be hated; but the most of me; And all my powers address your love and might, To honour Helen, and to be her Knight.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 647–707 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 33 in this edition
Length
489 words · 651 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T4 — Love-longing and the lover's complaintcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.859 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T2 · seed 44: T3 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Stay, though thou kill me, ſweete Demetrius. I charge thee hence, and do not haunt me thus. O wilt thou darkling leaue me? do not ſo. Stay on thy perill, I alone will goe. O I am out of breath, in this fond chace, The more my prayer, the leſſer is my grace, Happy is Hermia, whereſoere ſhe lies; For ſhe hath bleſſed and attractiue eyes. How came her eyes ſo bright? Not with ſalt teares. If ſo, my eyes are oftner waſht then hers. No, no, I am as vgly as a Beare; For beaſts that meete me, runne away for feare, Therefore no maruaile, though Demetrius Doe as a monſter, flie my preſence thus. What wicked and diſſembling glaſſe of mine, Made me compare with Hermias ſphery eyne? But who is here? Lyſander on the ground; Deade or aſleepe? I ſee no bloud, no wound, Lyſander, if you liue, good ſir awake. And run through fire I will for thy ſweet ſake. Tranſparent Helena, nature her ſhewes art, That through thy boſome makes me ſee thy heart. Where is Demetrius? oh how fit a word Is that vile name, to periſh on my ſword! Do not ſay ſo Lyſander, ſay not ſo: What though he loue your Hermia? Lord, what though? Yet Hermia ſtill loues you; then be content. Content with Hermia? No, I do repent The tedious minutes I with her haue ſpent. Not Hermia, but Helena now I loue; Who will not change a Rauen for a Doue? The will of man is by his reaſon ſway'd: And reaſon ſaies you are the worthier Maide. Things growing are not ripe vntill their ſeaſon; So I being yong, till now ripe not to reaſon, And touching now the point of humane skill, Reaſon becomes the Marſhall to my will, And leades me to your eyes, where I orelooke Loues ſtories, written in Loues richeſt booke. Wherefore was I to this keene mockery borne? When at your hands did I deſerue this ſcorne? Iſt not enough, iſt not enough, yong man, That I did neuer, no nor neuer can, Deſerue a ſweete looke from Demetrius eye, But you muſt flout my inſufficiency? Good troth you do me wrong (good-ſooth you do) In ſuch diſdainfull manner, me to wooe. But fare you well; perforce I muſt confeſſe, I thought you Lord of more true gentleneſſe. Oh, that a Lady of one man refus'd, Should of another therefore be abus'd. She ſees not Hermia: Hermia ſleepe thou there, And neuer maiſt thou come Lyſander neere; For as a ſurfeit of the ſweeteſt things The deepeſt loathing to the ſtomacke brings: Or as the hereſies that men do leaue, Are hated moſt of thoſe that did deceiue: So thou, my ſurfeit, and my hereſie, Of all be hated; but the moſt of me; And all my powers addreſſe your loue and might, To honour Helen, and to be her Knight.