Shakespeare, William · published 1609 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1603] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 479 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Are there such: such are not we; Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove: our head shall go bare till merit lover part no affection in reversion shall have a praise in present: we will not name desert before his birth, and being borne, his addition shall be humble: few words to fair faith. Troilus shall be such to Cressida, as what envy can say worst shall be a mock for his truth, and what truth can speak truest not truer than Troilus. Will you walk in my Lord? What blushing still, have you not done talking ye? Well Uncle what folly I commit I dedicate to you. I thank you for that, if my Lord get a boy of you, you'll give him me: be true to my Lord, if he flinch chide me for it. You know now your hostages, your uncles word and my firm faith. Nay I'll give my word for her too: our kindred though they be long ere they be wooed, they are constant being won, they are burrs I can tell you, they'll stick where they are thrown. Boldness comes to me now and brings me heart: Prince Troilus I have loved you night and day, for many weary months. Why was my Cressida then so hard to wyn? Hard to seem won: but I was won my Lord With the first glance; that ever pardon me If I confess much you will play the tyrant, I love you now, but till now not so much But I might master it; in faith I lie, My thoughts were like unbridled children groan Too headstrong for their mother: see we fools, Why have I blabbed: who shall be true to us When we are so unsecret to ourselves. But though I loved you well, I wooed you not, And yet good faith I wished myself a man; Or that we women had men's privilege Of speaking first. Sweet bid me hold my tongue, For in this rapture I shall surely speak The thing I shall repent: see see your silence Coming in dumbness, from my weakness draws My very soul of council. Stop my mouth. And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence. Pretty i'faith. My Lord I do beseech you pardon me, 'twas not my purpose thus to beg a kiss: I am ashamed; O Heavens what have I done! For this time will I take my leave my Lord. Your leave sweet Cressida: Leave: and you take leave till to morrow morning. Pray you content you. What offends you Lady? sir mine own company. You cannot shun yourself. Let me go and try: I have a kind of self recids with you: But an unkind self, that itself will leave, To be another's fool. I would be gone: Where is my wit? I know not what I speak,
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Are there such: such are not we; Praise vs as wee are tasted, allow vs as we proue: our head shall goe bare till merit louer part no affection in reuersion shall haue a praise in present: we will not name desert before his birth, and being borne, his addition shall bee humble: few wordes to faire faith. Troylus shall be such to Cressid, as what enuy can say worst shall bee a mocke for his truth, and what truth can speake truest not truer then Troylus. Will you walke in my Lord? What blushing still, haue you not done talking ye VVell Vncle what folly I commit I dedicate to you. I thanke you for that, if my Lord gette a boy of you, youle giue him me: be true to my Lord, if he inch chide me for it. You know now your hostages, your Vncles word and my fime faith. Nay Ile giue my word for her too: our kindred though they b long ere they bee woed▪ they are constant being wonne, they are burres I can tell you, theyle icke where they are throwne. Bouldnesse comes to me now and brings me heart: Prince Troylus I haue loued you night and day, for many weary moneths. Why was my Cressid then so hard to wy? Hard to seeme wonne: but I was wonne my Lord With the first glance; that euer pardon me If I confesse much you will play the tyrant, I lou you now, but till now not so much But I might maister it; in faith I lye, My thoughts were like vnbrideled children grone Too headstrong for their mother: see wee fooles, VVhy haue I blabd: ho shall be rue to vs VVhen we ae so vnsecret to our selues. But thugh I loue'd you well, I woed you not, And yet good faith I wisht my selfe a man; Or that we women had mens priuiledge Of speaking first. Sweete bid me hold my tongue, For in this rapture I shall surely speake The thing I shall repent: see see your sylence Comming in dumbnesse, from my weaknesse drawes My very soule of councell. Stop my mouth. And shall, albeit sweet musique issues thence. Pretty yfaith. My Lord I doe beseech you pardon me, Twas not my purpose thus to begge a kisse: I am asham'd; O Heauens what haue I done For this time will I take my leaue my Lord. Your leaue sweete Cressid: Leaue: and you take leaue till to morrow morning. Pray you content you. What offends you Lady? sir mine own company. You cannot shun your selfe. Let me goe and try: I haue a kind of selfe recids with yo: But an vnkinde selfe, that it selfe will leaue, To be anothers oole. I would be gone: Where is my wit? I know not what I speake,