Shakespeare, William · published 1609 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1603] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 466 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Cressida comes forth to him. How now my charge. Now my sweet guardian, hark a word with you. Yea so familiar? She will sing any man at first sight. And any man may sing her, if he can take her Cliff, she's noted. Will you remember? Remember yes: Nay but do then and let your mind be coupled with your words. What shall she remember. Lift? Sweet honey Greek tempt me no more to folly. Roguery. Naythen. I'll tell you what. Foyes, foe, come tell a pin you are forsworn. In faith I cannot, what would you have me do? A juggling trick to be secretly open, What did you swear you would bestow on me? I prithee do not hold me to mine oath, Bid me do any thing but that sweet Greek. Good night. Hold patience. How now Trojan. Diomed. No, no, good night I'll be your fool no more, Thy better must, Hark a word in your ear. O plague and madness! You are moved Prince, let us depart I pray Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself To wrathful terms, this place is dangerous: The time right deadly, I beseech you go. Behold I pray you. Now good my Lord go off. You flow to great destruction, come my Lord. I prithee stay. You have not patience, come. I pray you stay; by hell, and all hell's torment, I will not speak a word. And so good night, Nay but you part in anger, Doth that grieve thee, O withered truth. How now my Lord? By Ioue I will be patient. Guardian? why Greek? Foyes foe you palter. In faith I do not, come hither once again. You shake my Lord at something, will you go. you will break out. She strokes his cheek. Come, come. Nay stay, by Ioue I will not speak a word, Therein between my will and all offences A guard of patience, stay a little while, How the devil Luxury with his fat rump and potato finger, tickles together; fry lechery fry. Will you then? In faith I will lo, never trust me else. Give me some token for the surety of it. I'll fetch you one. You have sworn patience: Fear me not my Lord. I will not be myself, not have cognition Of what I feel, I am all patience: Now the pledge, now, now, now. here Diomedes keep this sleeve. O beauty where is thy faith! My Lord. You look upon that sleeve behold it well, He loved me (oh false wench) giv't me again: Whose waist? It is no matter now I have't again. I will not meet with you to morrow night: I prithee Diomedes visit me no more. Now she sharpens, well said Whetstone. I shall have it. What this? I that.
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Cressid comes forth to him. How now my charge. Now my sweet gardian, harke a word with you. Yea so samiliar? Shee will sing any man at first sight. And any man may sing her, if hee can take her Cliff, she's noted. Will you remember? Remember yes: Nay but do then and let your minde be coupled with your words. What shall she remember. Lift? Sweet hony Greeke tempt me no mor to folly. Roguery. Naythen. Ile tell you what. Fo, fo, come tell a pin you are forsworne. In faith I cannot, what would you haue me do? A rugling tricke to be secretly open, What did you sweare you would bestow on me? I prethee do not hold me to mine oath, Bid me do any thing but that sweete Greeke. Good night. Hold patience. How now Troyan. Diomed. No, no, good night Ile be your foole no more, Thy better must, Harke a wod in your eare. O plague and madnesse! You ae moued Prince, let vs depart I pray Least your displeasure shuld inlarge it selfe To wrathfull tearmes, this place is dangerous: The time right dedly, I beseech you goe. Behold I pray you. Now good my Lord go off. You flow to geat distruction, come my Lord. I prethee stay. You aue not patience, come. I pray you stay; by hell, and all hells tormen ▪ I will not speake a word. And so good night, Nay bt you part in anger▪ Doth that grieue thee, O withered truth. How now my Lord? By loue I will be patient. Gardian? why Greeke? Fo fo you palter. In faith I doe not, come hether once again. You shake my Lord at something, wil you goe. you wil break out. She stroakes his cheeke. Come, come. Nay stay, by Ioue I will not speake a word, Therein betwne my will and all A guard of patence, stay a little while, How the diuell Luxury with his fat rumpe and potato finger, tickles together; frye lechery frye. Will you then? In faith I will lo, neuer trust me else. Giue me some token for the surety of it. Ile fetch you one. You haue sworne patience: Feare me not my Lord. I will not be my selfe, not haue cognition Of what I feele, I am all paience: Now the pledge, now, now, now. Heere Diomed keepe this sleeue. O beauty where is thy faith▪ My Lord. You looke vpon that sleeue behold it well, Hee loued me (oh false wench) giu't me againe: Whose wast? It is no matter now I ha't againe. I will not meete with you to morrow night: I prethee Diomed visite me no more. Now shee sharpens, well said Whetstone. I shall haue it. What this? I that.