The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 23 of 42
Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 528 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
How all the other passions fleet to air, As doubtful thoughts, and rash embraced despair: And shuddering fear, and greene-eyed jealousy. O love be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess, I feel too much thy blessing, make it less, For fear I surfeit. What find I here? Fair Portia's counterfeit. What demie God Hath come so near creation? move these eyes? Or whether riding on the balls of mine Seem they in motion? Here are severed lips Parted with sugar breath, so sweet a bar Should sunder such sweet friends: here in her hairs The Painter plays the Spider, and hath woven A golden mesh t' entrap the hearts of men Faster than gnats in cobwebs: but her eyes, How could he see to do them? having made one, Me thinks it should have power to steal both his And leave itself unfurnished: Yet look how far The substance of my praise doth wrong this shadow In underprising it, so far this shadow Doth limp behind the substance. Here's the scroll, The continent, and summary of my fortune. You that choose not by the view Chance as fair, and choose as true: Since this fortune falls to you, Be content, and seek no new. If you be well pleased with this, And hold your fortune for your bliss, Turn you where your Lady is, And claim her with a loving kiss. A gentle scroll: Fair Lady, by your leave, I come by note to give, and to receive, Like one of two contending in a prize That thinks he hath done well in people's eyes: Hearing applause and universal shout, Giddy in spirit, still gazing in a doubt Whether those peals of praise be his or no. So thrice fair Lady stand I even so, As doubtful whether what I see be true, Until confirmed, signed, ratified by you. You see my Lord Bassiano where I stand, Such as I am; though for myself alone I would not be ambitious in my wish, To wish myself much better, yet for you, I would be trebled twenty times myself, A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times More rich, that only to stand high in your account, I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends, Exceed account: but the full sum of me Is sum of nothing: which to term in gross, Is an vnlessoned girl, vnschooled, unpractised, Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn: happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn; Happiest of all, is that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her Lord, her Governor, her King. Myself, and what is mine, to you and yours Is now converted. But now I was the Lord Of this fair mansion, master of my servants, Queen o'er myself: and even now, but now, This house, these servants, and this same myself Are yours, my Lord, I give them with this ring, Which when you part from, lose, or give away, Let it presage the ruin of your love, And be my vantage to exclaim on you.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
How all the other paſſions fleet to ayre, As doubtfull thoughts, and raſh imbrac'd deſpaire: And ſhuddring feare, and greene-eyed iealouſie. O loue be moderate, allay thy extaſie, In meaſure raine thy ioy, ſcant this exceſſe, I feele too much thy bleſſing, make it leſſe, For feare I ſurfeit. What finde I here? Faire Portias counterfeit. What demie God Hath come ſo neere creation? moue theſe eies? Or whether riding on the bals of mine Seeme they in motion? Here are ſeuer'd lips Parted with ſuger breath, ſo ſweet a barre Should ſunder ſuch ſweet friends: here in her haires The Painter plaies the Spider, and hath wouen A golden meſh t' intrap the hearts of men Faſter then gnats in cobwebs: but her eies, How could he ſee to doe them? hauing made one, Me thinkes it ſhould haue power to ſteale both his And leaue it ſelfe vnfurniſht: Yet looke how farre The ſubſtance of my praiſe doth wrong this ſhadow In vnderpriſing it, ſo farre this ſhadow Doth limpe behinde the ſubſtance. Here's the ſcroule, The continent, and ſummarie of my fortune. You that chooſe not by the view Chance as faire, and chooſe as true: Since this fortune fals to you, Be content, and ſeeke no new. If you be well pleaſd with this, And hold your fortune for your bliſſe, Turne you where your Lady is, And claime her with a louing kiſſe. A gentle ſcroule: Faire Lady, by your leaue, I come by note to giue, and to receiue, Like one of two contending in a prize That thinks he hath done well in peoples eies: Hearing applauſe and vniuerſall ſhout, Giddie in ſpirit, ſtill gazing in a doubt Whether thoſe peales of praiſe be his or no. So thrice faire Lady ſtand I euen ſo, As doubtfull whether what I ſee be true, Vntill confirm'd, ſign'd, ratified by you. You ſee my Lord Baſſiano where I ſtand, Such as I am; though for my ſelfe alone I would not be ambitious in my wiſh, To wiſh my ſelfe much better, yet for you, I would be trebled twenty times my ſelfe, A thouſand times more faire, ten thouſand times More rich, that onely to ſtand high in your account, I might in vertues, beauties, liuings, friends, Exceed account: but the full ſumme of me Is ſum of nothing: which to terme in groſſe, Is an vnleſſoned girle, vnſchool'd, vnpractiz'd, Happy in this, ſhe is not yet ſo old But ſhe may learne: happier then this, Shee is not bred ſo dull but ſhe can learne; Happieſt of all, is that her gentle ſpirit Commits it ſelfe to yours to be directed, As from her Lord, her Gouernour, her King. My ſelfe, and what is mine, to you and yours Is now conuerted. But now I was the Lord Of this faire manſion, maſter of my ſeruants, Queene ore my ſelfe: and euen now, but now, This houſe, theſe ſeruants, and this ſame my ſelfe Are yours, my Lord, I giue them with this ring, Which when you part from, looſe, or giue away, Let it preſage the ruine of your loue, And be my vantage to exclaime on you.