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 · 489 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.
Nay good my Lord? Come kiss, and let us part. Brother Troilus? Good brother come you hither? And bring Aeneas and the Grecian with you. My Lord will you be true? Who I, alas it is my vice, my fault, Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion, I with great truth catch mere simplicity, Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns, With truth and plainness I do were mine bare: Fear not my truth, the moral of my wit, Is plain and true? there's all the reach of it, Welcome sir Diomedes, here is the Lady, Which for Antenor we deliver you. At the port (Lord) I'll give her to thy hand, And by the way possess thee what she is Entreat her fair, and by my soul fair Greek, If e'er thou stand at mercy of my sword: Name Cressid, and thy life shallbe as safe, As Priam is in Illium? Fair Lady Cressida, So please you save the thanks this Prince expects: The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek, Pleads your fair usage, and to Diomedes, You shallbe mistress, and command him wholly. Grecian thou dost not use me courteously, To shame the seal of my petition to thee: In praising her. I tell thee Lord of Greece, She is as far high soaring o'er thy praises: As thou unworthy to be called her servant, I charge thee use her well, even for my charge: For by the dreadful Pluto, if thou dost not, Though the great bulk Achilles be thy guard, I'll cut thy throat. Oh be not moved Prince Troilus, Let me be privileged by my place and message: To be a speaker free? when I am hence, I'll answer to my lust, and know you Lord I'll nothing do on charge, to her own worth, She shallbe prized: but that you say be't so, I speak it in my spirit and honour no. Come to the port I'll tell thee Diomedes, This brave shall oft make thee to hide thy head, Lady give me your hand, and as we walk, To our own selves bend we our needful talk. Hark Hector's trumpet? How have we spent this morning? The Prince must think me tardy and remiss, That swore to ride before him to the field, 'tis Troilus fault, come, come, to field with him. Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair, Anticipating time. With starting courage, Give with thy trumpet a loud note to Troy Thou dreadful Ajax that the appalled air, May pierce the head of the great Combatant, and hale him hither. Thou, trumpet, there's my purse, Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe: Blow villain, till thy sphered Bias cheek, Out-swell the colic of puffed Aquilon, Come stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood: Thou blowest for Hector. No trumpet answers. 'tis but early days. Is not yond Diomedes with Calcas daughter.
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Nay good my Lord? Come kisse, and let vs part. Brothr Troylus? Good brother come you hithe? And bring Eneas and the Grecian with you▪ My Lord will you be true? Who I, alas it is my vice, my fault, Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion, I with great truth catch mere simplicity, Whilst ome with cunning guild their copper crownes, With truth and plainesse I do were mine bare: Feare not my truth, the morrall of my wit, Is plaine and true? ther's all the reach of it, Welcome sir Diomed, here is the Lady, Which for Atenor we delier you. At the port (Lord) Ile giue her to thy hand, And by the way possesse thee what she is Entreate her faire, and by my soule faire Greeke, If ere thou stand at mercy of my sword: Name Crssd, and thy life shalbe as safe, As Priam is in Illion? Faire Ladie Cressid, So please you saue the thankes this Prince expects: The lustre in your eye, heauen in your cheeke, Pleades your faire vsage, and to Diomed, You shalbe mistres, and command him wholy. Grecian thou do'st not vse me curteously, To shame the seale of my petition to thee: In praising her. I tell thee Lord of Greece, She is as farre high soaring ore thy praises: As thou vnworthy to be call'd her seuant, I charge thee vse her well, euen for my charge: For by the dreadfull Pluto, if thou dost not, Though the great bulke Achilles be thy guard, Ile cut thy throate. Oh be not mou'd Prince Troylus, Let me be priueledg'd by my place and message: To be a speaker free? when I am hence, Ile answer to my lust, and know you Lord Ile nothing do on charge, to her owne worth, Shee shalbe priz'd: but that you say be't so, I speake it in my spirit and honour no. Come to the port Ile el thee Diomed, This braue shall oft make thee to hide thy head, Lady giue me your hand, and as we walke, To our owne selues bend we our needfull talke. Harke Hectors trumpet? How haue we spent thi mning? The Prince must thinke me ardy nd reisse, That swore to ride before him to the field, Tis Troylus falte, come, come, to field with him. Here art tho in appointmen fresh and faire, Anticipating time. With starting courage, Giue with thy trumpet a loude note to roy Thou dreadfull Aiax that the appauled aire, May pearce the head of the great Combaant, and hale him hither. Thou, trumpet, ther's my purse, Now cracke ty lungs, and split thy brasen pipe: Blow villaine, till thy sphered Bias cheeke, Out-swell the collick of puft Aquilo, Come stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout bloud: Thou blowest for Hector. No trumpet answers. Tis but early daies. Is not yond Diomed with Calcas daughter.