Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 478 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
I cry your worship's mercy heartily; I beseech your worship's name. Cobweb. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. Your name honest Gentleman? Pease blossom. I pray you commend me to mistress Squash, your mother, and to master Peascod your father. Good master Pease-blossome, I shall desire of you more acquaintance to. Your name I beseech you sir? mustardseed. Pease-blossome. Good master mustardseed, I know your patience well: that same cowardly giantlike Ox beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your house. I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I desire you more acquaintance, good Master mustardseed. Come wait upon him, lead him to my bower. The Moon methinks, looks with a watery eye, And when she weeps, weep every little flower, Lamenting some enforced chastity. Tie up my lover's tongue, bring him silently. I wonder if Titania be awaked; Then what it was that next came in her eye, Which she must dote on, in extremity. Here comes my messenger: how now mad spirit, What night-rule now about this gaunted grove? My Mistress with a monster is in love, near to her close and consecrated bower, While she was in her dull and sleeping hour, A crew of patches, rude Mcehanicals, That work for bread upon Athenian stalls, Were met together to rehearse a Play, Intended for great Theseus nuptial day: The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort, Who Pyramus presented, in their sport, Forsook his Scene, and entered in a brake, When I did him at this advantage take, An Asses nole I fixed on his head. Anon his Thisbie must be answered, And forth my Mimmick comes: when they him spy, As Wild-geese, that the creeping Fowler eye, Or russed-pated choughes, many in sort (Rising and cawing at the guns report) Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky: So at his sight, away his fellows fly, And at our stamp, here over and over one falls; He murder cries, and help from Athens calls. Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears thus strong, Made senseless things begin to do them wrong. For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch, Some sleeves, some hats, from yeelders all things catch, I led them on in this distracted fear, And left sweet Pyramus translated there: When in that moment (so it came to pass) Tytania waked, and straightway loved an Ass. This falls out better than I could device: But hast thou yet lacht the Athenians eyes, With the love juice, as I did bid thee do? I took him sleeping (that is finished to) And the Athenian woman by his side, That when he waked, of force she must be eyed. Stand close, this is the same Athenian. This is the woman, but not this the man.
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I cry your worſhips mercy hartily; I beſeech your worſhips name. Cobweb. I ſhall deſire you of more acquaintance, good Maſter Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I ſhall make bold with you. Your name honeſt Gentleman? Peaſe bloſſome. I pray you commend mee to miſtreſſe Squaſh, your mother, and to maſter Peaſcod your father. Good maſter Peaſe-bloſſome, I ſhal deſire of you more acquaintance to. Your name I beſeech you ſir? Muſtard-ſeede. Peaſe-bloſſome. Good maſter Muſtard-ſeede, I know your patience well: that ſame cowardly gyant-like Oxe beefe hath deuoured many a gentleman of your houſe. I promiſe you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I deſire you more acquaintance, good Maſter Muſtard-ſeede. Come waite vpon him, lead him to my bower. The Moone me-thinks, lookes with a watrie eie, And when ſhe weepes, weepe euerie little flower, Lamenting ſome enforced chaſtitie. Tye vp my louers tongue, bring him ſilently. I wonder if Titania be awak't; Then what it was that next came in her eye, Which ſhe muſt dote on, in extremitie. Here comes my meſſenger: how now mad ſpirit, What night-rule now about this gaunted groue? My Miſtris with a monſter is in loue, Neere to her cloſe and conſecrated bower, While ſhe was in her dull and ſleeping hower, A crew of patches, rude Mcehanicals, That worke for bread vpon Athenian ſtals, Were met together to rehearſe a Play, Intended for great Theſeus nuptiall day: The ſhalloweſt thick-skin of that barren ſort, Who Piramus preſented, in their ſport, Forſooke his Scene, and entred in a brake, When I did him at this aduantage take, An Aſſes nole I fixed on his head. Anon his Thisbie muſt be anſwered, And forth my Mimmick comes: when they him ſpie, As Wilde-geeſe, that the creeping Fowler eye, Or ruſſed-pated choughes, many in ſort (Riſing and cawing at the guns report) Seuer themſelues, and madly ſweepe the skye: So at his ſight, away his fellowes flye, And at our ſtampe, here ore and ore one fals; He murther cries, and helpe from Athens cals. Their ſenſe thus weake, loſt with their fears thus ſtrong, Made ſenſeleſſe things begin to do them wrong. For briars and thornes at their apparell ſnatch, Some ſleeues, ſome hats, from yeelders all things catch, I led them on in this diſtracted feare, And left ſweete Piramus tranſlated there: When in that moment (ſo it came to paſſe) Tytania waked, and ſtraightway lou'd an Aſſe. This fals out better then I could deuiſe: But haſt thou yet lacht the Athenians eyes, With the loue iuyce, as I did bid thee doe? I tooke him ſleeping (that is finiſht to) And the Athenian woman by his ſide, That when he wak't, of force ſhe muſt be eyde. Stand cloſe, this is the ſame Athenian. This is the woman, but not this the man.