Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 485 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Be thou as thou wast wont to be; See as thou wast wont to see. Diane's bud, or Cupid's flower, Hath such force and blessed power. Now my Titania wake you my sweet Queen. My Oberon, what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamoured of an Ass. There lies your love. How came these things to pass? Oh, how mine eyes doth loath this visage now! Silence a while, Robin take off his head: Titania, music call, and strike more dead Then common sleep; of all these, fine the sense. Music, he music, such as charmeth sleep. When thou wakest, with thine own fools eyes peep. Sound music; come my Queen, take hands with me And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. Now thou and I are new in amity, And will to morrow midnight, solemnly Dance in Duke Theseus house triumphantly, And bless it to all fair posterity. There shall the pairs of faithful Lovers be Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity. Fair King attend, and mark, I do hear the morning Lark. Then my Queen in silence sad, Trip we after the night's shade; We the Globe can compass soon, Swifter than the wand'ring Moon. Come my Lord, and in our flight, Tell me how it came this night, That I sleeping here was found, With these mortals on the ground. Go one of you, find out the Forester, For now our observation is performed; And since we have the vaward of the day, My Love shall hear the music of my hounds. Uncouple in the Western valley, let them go; Dispatch I say, and find the Forester. We will fair Queen, up to the Mountain's top. And mark the musical confusion Of hounds and echo in conjunction. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bayed the Bear With hounds of Sparta; never did I hear Such gallant chiding. For besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near, Seem all one mutual cry. I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded, and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew, Crook kneed, and dew-lapt, like Thessalian Bulls, Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never hallowed to, nor cheered with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly; judge when you hear. But soft, what nymphs are these? My Lord, this is my daughter here asleep, And this Lysander, this Demetrius is, This Helena, old Nedars Helena, I wonder of this being here together. No doubt they rose up early, to observe The right of May; and hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity. But speak Egeus, is not this the day That Hermia should give answer of her choice?
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Be thou as thou waſt wont to be; See as thou waſt wont to ſee. Dians bud, or Cupids flower, Hath ſuch force and bleſſed power. Now my Titania wake you my ſweet Queene. My Oberon, what viſions haue I ſeene! Me-thought I was enamoured of an Aſſe. There lies your loue. How came theſe things to paſſe? Oh, how mine eyes doth loath this viſage now! Silence a while, Robin take off his head: Titania, muſick call, and ſtrike more dead Then common ſleepe; of all theſe, fine the ſenſe. Muſicke, he muſicke, ſuch as charmeth ſleepe. When thou wak'ſt, with thine owne fooles eies peepe. Sound muſick; come my Queen, take hands with me And rocke the ground whereon theſe ſleepers be. Now thou and I are new in amity, And will to morrow midnight, ſolemnly Dance in Duke Theſeus houſe triumphantly, And bleſſe it to all faire poſterity. There ſhall the paires of faithfull Louers be Wedded, with Theſeus, all in iollity. Faire King attend, and marke, I doe heare the morning Larke. Then my Queene in ſilence ſad, Trip we after the nights ſhade; We the Globe can compaſſe ſoone, Swifter then the wandring Moone. Come my Lord, and in our flight, Tell me how it came this night, That I ſleeping heere was found, With theſe mortals on the ground. Goe one of you, finde out the Forreſter, For now our obſeruation is perform'd; And ſince we haue the vaward of the day, My Loue ſhall heare the muſicke of my hounds. Vncouple in the Weſterne valley, let them goe; Diſpatch I ſay, and finde the Forreſter. We will faire Queene, vp to the Mountaines top. And marke the muſicall confuſion Of hounds and eccho in coniunction. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Creete they bayed the Beare With hounds of Sparta; neuer did I heare Such gallant chiding. For beſides the groues, The skies, the fountaines, euery region neere, Seeme all one mutuall cry. I neuer heard So muſicall a diſcord, ſuch ſweet thunder. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kinde, So flew'd, ſo ſanded, and their heads are hung With eares that ſweepe away the morning dew, Crooke kneed, and dew-lapt, like Theſſalian Buls, Slow in purſuit, but match'd in mouth like bels, Each vnder each. A cry more tuneable Was neuer hallowed to, nor cheer'd with horne, In Creete, in Sparta, nor in Theſſaly; Iudge when you heare. But ſoft, what nimphs are theſe? My Lord, this is my daughter heere aſleepe, And this Lyſander, this Demetrius is, This Helena, olde Nedars Helena, I wonder of this being heere together. No doubt they roſe vp early, to obſerue The right of May; and hearing our intent, Came heere in grace of our ſolemnity. But ſpeake Egeus, is not this the day That Hermia ſhould giue anſwer of her choice?