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 · 487 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.
Now she holds me not, Now follow if thou darest, to try whose right, Of thine or mine is most in Helena. Fellow? Nay, I'll go with thee cheek by jowl. You Mistress, all this coil is long of you. Nay, go not back. I will not trust you I, Nor longer stay in your cursed company. Your hands then mine, are quicker for a fray, My legs are longer though to run away. This is thy negligence, still thou mistak'st, Or else committ'st thy knaveries willingly. Believe me, King of shadows, I mistook, Did not you tell me, I should know the man, By the Athenian garments he hath on? And so far blameless proves my enterprise, That I have anointed an Athenians eyes, And so far am I glad, it so did sort, As this their jangling I esteem a sport. Thou seest these Lovers seek a place to fight, Hie therefore Robin, overcast the night, The starry Welkin cover thou anon, With drooping fog as black as Acheron, And lead these testy Rivals so astray, As one come not within another's way. Like to Lysander, sometime frame thy tongue, Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong; And sometime rail thou like Demetrius; And from each other look thou lead them thus, Till o'er their brows, death-counterfeiting, sleep With leaden legs, and Battie-wings doth creep; Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye, Whose liquor hath this virtuous property, To take from thence all error, with his might, And make his eyeballs role with wont sight. When they next wake, all this derision Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision, And back to Athens shall the Lovers wend With league, whose date till death shall never end. Whiles I in this affair do thee imply, I'll to my Queen, and beg her Indian Boy; And then I will her charmed eye release From monster's view, and all things shall be peace. My Fairy Lord, this must be done with haste, For night-swift Dragons cut the Clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach Ghosts wand'ring here and there, Troop home to Churchyards; damned spirits all, That in crosseways and floods have burial, Already to their wormie beds are gone; For fear least day should look their shames upon, They wilfully themselves dxile from light, And must for aye consort with black browed night. But we are spirits of another sort: I, with the morning's love have oft made sport, And like a Forester, the groves may tread, Even till the Eastern gate all fiery red, Opening on Neptune, with fair blessed beams, Turns into yellow gold, his salt green streams. But notwithstanding haste, make no delay: We may effect this business, yet ere day. up and down, up and down, I will lead them up and down: I am seared in field and town. Goblin, lead them up and down: here comes one.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Now ſhe holds me not, Now follow if thou dar'ſt, to try whoſe right, Of thine or mine is moſt in Helena. Follow? Nay, Ile goe with thee cheeke by iowle. You Miſtris, all this coyle is long of you. Nay, goe not backe. I will not truſt you I, Nor longer ſtay in your curſt companie. Your hands then mine, are quicker for a fray, My legs are longer though to runne away. This is thy negligence, ſtill thou miſtak'ſt, Or elſe committ'ſt thy knaueries willingly. Beleeue me, King of ſhadowes, I miſtooke, Did not you tell me, I ſhould know the man, By the Athenian garments he hath on? And ſo farre blameleſſe proues my enterprize, That I haue nointed an Athenians eies, And ſo farre am I glad, it ſo did ſort, As this their iangling I eſteeme a ſport. Thou ſeeſt theſe Louers ſeeke a place to fight, Hie therefore Robin, ouercaſt the night, The ſtarrie Welkin couer thou anon, With drooping fogge as blacke as Acheron, And lead theſe teſtie Riuals ſo aſtray, As one come not within anothers way. Like to Lyſander, ſometime frame thy tongue, Then ſtirre Demetrius vp with bitter wrong; And ſometime raile thou like Demetrius; And from each other looke thou leade them thus, Till ore their browes, death-counterfeiting, ſleepe With leaden legs, and Battie-wings doth creepe; Then cruſh this hearbe into Lyſanders eie, Whoſe liquor hath this vertuous propertie, To take from thence all error, with his might, And make his eie-bals role with wonted ſight. When they next wake, all this deriſion Shall ſeeme a dreame, and fruitleſſe viſion, And backe to Athens ſhall the Louers wend With league, whoſe date till death ſhall neuer end. Whiles I in this affaire do thee imply, Ile to my Queene, and beg her Indian Boy; And then I will her charmed eie releaſe From monſters view, and all things ſhall be peace. My Fairie Lord, this muſt be done with haſte, For night-ſwift Dragons cut the Clouds full faſt, And yonder ſhines Auroras harbinger; At whoſe approach Ghoſts wandring here and there, Troope home to Church-yards; damned ſpirits all, That in croſſe-waies and flouds haue buriall, Alreadie to their wormie beds are gone; For feare leaſt day ſhould looke their ſhames vpon, They wilfully themſelues dxile from light, And muſt for aye conſort with blacke browd night. But we are ſpirits of another ſort: I, with the mornings loue haue oft made ſport, And like a Forreſter, the groues may tread, Euen till the Eaſterne gate all fierie red, Opening on Neptune, with faire bleſſed beames, Turnes into yellow gold, his ſalt greene ſtreames. But notwithſtanding haſte, make no delay: We may effect this buſineſſe, yet ere day. Vp and downe, vp and downe, I will leade them vp and downe: I am ſear'd in field and towne. Goblin, lead them vp and downe: here comes one.