Shakespeare, William · published 1608 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
I know your Lady does not love her husband I am sure of that, and at her late being here She gave strange aliads, and most speaking looks To noble Edmund, I know you are of her bosom. I Madam. I speak in understanding, for I know't, Therefore I do advise you take this note, My Lord is dead, Edmund and I have talked, And more convenient is he for my hand Then for your Ladies, you may gather more If you do find him, pray you give him this, And when your mistress hears thus much from you I pray desire her call her wisdom to her, so farewell, If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor, Preferment falls on him that cuts him off. Would I could meet him Madam, I would show What Lady I do follow. Far thee well. When shall we come toth' top of that same hill? You do climb it upnow, look how we labour? Me thinks the ground is even. Horrible steep, hark do you hear the sea? No truly. Why then your other senses grow imperfect By your eyes anguish. So may it be indeed, Me thinks thy voice is altered, and thou speakest With better phrase and matter than thou didst. You're much deceived, in nothing am I changed But in my garments. Me thinks you're better spoken. Come on sir, her's the place, stand still, how fearful And dizi t is to cast one's eyes so low The crows and choghes that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles, half way down Hangs one that gathers sampire, dreadful trade, Me thinks he seems no bigger than his head, The fishermen that walk upon the beach Appear like mice, and you tall anchoring bark Diminished to her cock, her cock a bovi Almost too small for sight, the murmuring surge That on the unnumbered idle pebble chaffes Cannot be heard, it's so high i'll look no more, Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight Topple down headlong. Set me where you stand? Give me your hand, you are now within a foot Of th'extreme verge, for all beneath the Moon Would I not leap upright. Let go my hand, Here friend's another purse, in it a jewel, Well worth a poor man's taking, Fairy's and Gods Prosper it with thee, go thou farther off, Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going. Now far you well good sir. With all my heart. Why I do trifle thus with his despair is done to cure it. O you mighty Gods, This world I do renounce and in your sights Shake patiently my great affliction off, If I could bear it longer and not fall To quarrel with your great opposles wils My snursf and loathed part of nature should Burn itself out, if Edgar live, O bless, Now fellow far thee well.
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I know your Lady does not loue her husband I am sure of that, and at her late being here Shee gaue strange aliads, and most speaking lookes To noble Edmund, I know you are of her bosome. I Madam. I speake in vnderstanding, for I know't, Therefore I doe aduise you take this note, My Lord is dead, Edmund and I haue talkt, And more conuenient is he for my hand Then for your Ladies, you may gather more If you doe find him, pray you giue him this, And when your mistris heares thus much from you I pray desire her call her wisedome to her, so farewell, If you doe chance to heare of that blind traytor, Preferment fals on him that cuts him off. Would I could meet him Madam, I would shew What Lady I doe follow. Fare thee well. When shall we come toth' top of that same hill? You do climbe it vpnow, looke how we labour? Me thinks the ground is euen. Horrible steepe, harke doe you heare the sea? No truly. Why then your other sences grow imperfect By your eyes anguish. So may it be indeed, Me thinks thy voyce is altered, and thou speakest With better phrase and matter then thou didst. Y'ar much deceaued, in nothing am I chang'd But in my garments. Me thinks y'ar better spoken. Come on sir, her's the place, stand still, how feareful And dizi tis to cast ones eyes so low The crowes and choghes that wing the midway ayre Shew scarce so grosse as beetles, halfe way downe Hangs one that gathers sampire, dreadful trade, Me thinkes he seemes no bigger then his head, The fishermen that walke vpon the beach Appeare like mise, and you tall anchoring barke Diminisht to her cock, her cock a boui Almost too small for sight, the murmuring surge That on the vnnumbred idle peeble chaffes Cannot be heard, its so hie ile looke no more, Least my braine turne, and the deficient sight Topple downe headlong. Set me where you stand? Giue me your hand, you are now within a foot Of th'extreame verge, for all beneath the Moone Would I not leape vpright. Let goe my hand, Here friend's another pursse, in it a iewell, Well worth a poore mans taking, Fairies and Gods Prosper it with thee, goe thou farther off, Bid me farewell, and let me heare thee going. Now fare you well good sir. VVith all my heart. Why I do trifell thus with his dispaire is done to cure it. O you mightie Gods, This world I doe renounce and in your sights Shake patiently my great affliction off, If I could beare it longer and not fall To quarel with your great opposles wils My snursf and loathed part of nature should Burne it selfe out, if Edgar liue, O blesse, Now fellow fare thee well.