Shakespeare, William · published 1609 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1603] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 491 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.
she's making her ready, she'll come strait, you must be witty now, she does so blush, and fetches her wind so short as if she were afraid with a spirit: I'll fetch her; it is the prettiest villain, she fetches her breath as short as a new tane sparrow. Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom, My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse, And all my powers do their bestowing loose Like vassalage at unwares encountering the eye of majesty. Come, come, what need you blush? Shames a baby; here she is now, swear the oaths now to her that you have sworn to me: what are you gone again, you must be watcht ere ere you be made tame, must you? come your ways come your ways, and you draw backward we'll put you i' th' fills: why do you not speak to her. Come draw this curtain, and le's see your picture; alas the day? how loath you are to offend day light; and 'twere dark you'd close sooner: so so, rub on and kiss the mistress; how now a kiss in fee-farm: build there Carpenter, the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out ere I part you. The falcon, as the tercel: for all the ducks i' th' river: go too, go too. You have bereft me of all words Lady. Words pay no debts; give her deeds: but she'll bereave you ath' deeds too if she call your actiuity in question: what billing again: here's in witness whereof the parties interchangeably. Come in come in I'll go get a fire? Will you walk in my Lord? O Cressida how often have I wished me thus. wished my Lord? the gods grant? O my Lord? What should they grant? what makes this pretty abruption: what to curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love? More dregs than water if my tears have eyes. Fears make devils of Cherubins, they never see truly. Blind fear that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing, then blind reason, stumbling without fear: to fear the worst out cures the worse. O let my Lady apprechend no fear, In all Cupids pageant there is presented no monster. Nor nothing monstrous neither. Nothing but our undertakings, when we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame Tigers, thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition enough then for us to undergo any difficulty imposed.— This the monstrosity in love Lady, that the will is infinite and the execution confined, that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to limit. They say all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform: vowing more than the perfection of ten: and discharging less than the tenth part of one. They that have the voice of Lions, and the act of Hares are they not monsters?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Shees making her ready, sheele come straight, yo must be witty now, she does so blush, and fetches her wind so short as if shee were fraid with a spirite: Ile fetch her; it is the preiest villaine, she fetches her breath as short as a new ane sparrow. Euen such a passion doth imbrace my bosome, My heart beats thicker then a eauorous pulse, And all my powers do their bestowing loose Like vassalage at vnwares encountring the eye of maiesty. Come, come, what need you blush? Shames a babie; heere shee is now, sweare the othes now to her that you haue sworne to me: what are you gone againe, you must be watch re you be made ame, must you? come your waies come your waies, and you draw backward weele put you ih filles: why doe you not speake to her. Come draw this curtaine, and lets see your picture; alasse the day? how loath you are to offend day light; and twere darke youd close sooner: so so, rb on and kise the mistresse; how now a kisse in fee-fae: build there Carpenter▪ the ayre is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out ere I part you. The falcon, as the tercell: for all the ducks ih riue: go too, go too. You haue bereft me of all wordes Lady. Words pay no debts; giue her deeds: but sheele bereaue you ath' deeds too if she call our actiity in question: what billing again: heeres in witnesse whereof the parties interchangeably. Come in come in Ile go get a fire? Will you walke in my Lord? O Cressed how often haue I wisht me thus. Wish my Lord? the gods graunt? O my Lord? What should they graunt? what makes this pretty abruption: what to curou dreg espies my sweete lady in the fountaine of our loue? More dregs then water if my teares haue eyes. Feares make diuels of Cherubins, they neuer see truly. Bind feae that seeing reason leads, finds safer foting, ten bind reasn, stumbling without feare: to feare the worst ot cures the worse. O let my Lady apprechend no feare, In all Cupids pageant there is presented no monster. Nr nothing monstrous neither. Nothing but our vndertakings, when wee vow wepe seas, liue in fire, eae rockes, ame Tygers, thinking it harder for our mistesse to deuise impoition ynough then for vs to vndergoe any difficulty imposed.— This the monstruosity in loue Lady, that the will is infinite and the execution confind, that the desire is boundlesse, and the act a slaue to lymite. They say all louers sweare more performance then they are able, and yet reserue an ability that they neuer performe: vowing more then the perfection of ten: and discharging lesse then the tenth part of one. They that haue the voyce of Lyons, and the act of Hares are they not monsters?