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 · 486 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.
O all you gods; O pretty pretty pledge! Thy master now lies thinking on his bed Of thee and me, and sighs, and takes my glove, And gives memorial dainty kisses to it, as I kiss thee. Nay do not snatch it from me. He that takes that doth take my heart withal. I had your heart before, this follows it. I did swear patience. You shall not have it Diomedes, faith you shall not, I'll give you something else. I will have this, whose was it? It is no matter. Come tell me whose it was? 'twas on's that loved me better than you will, But now you have it take it. Whose was it? And by all Diana's waiting women yond And by herself I will not tell you whose. To morrow will I wear it on my Helm, And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it. Wert thou the devil, and worest it on thy horn, It should be challengd. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past: and yet it is not. I will not keep my word. Why then farewell, thou never shalt mock Diomedes again. You shall not got: one cannot speak a word but it strait starts you. I do not like this fooling. Nor I by Pluto; but that that likes not you, pleases me best. What shall I come? the hour— I come; O Ioue: do come, I shall be plagued. Farewell till then. Good night, I prithee come: Troilus farewell, one eye yet looks on thee, But with my heart the other eye doth see, Ah poor our sex, this fault in us I find, The error of our eye directs our mind, What error leads must err: O then conclude, Minds swayed by eyes are full of turpitude. A proof of strength, she could not publish more, Unless she said my mind is now turned whore. All's done my Lord. It is. Why stay we there? To make a recordation to my soul Of every syllable that here was spoke: But if I tell how these two did Court, Shall I not lie in publishing a truth, Sith yet there is a credence in my heart, An esperance so obstinately strong, That doth invert th attest of eyes and ears, As if those organs were deceptions functions, Created only to calumniate. Was Cresseid here? I cannot conjure Trojan. She was not sure. Most sure she was. Why my negation hath no taste of madness. Nor mine my Lord: Cresseid was here but now. Let it not be believed for womanhood. Think we had mothers, do not give advantage To stubborn Critics apt without a theme For depravation, to square the general sex By Cresseids rule, Rather think this not Cresseid. What hath she done Prince that can spoil our mothers. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. Will a swagger himself out on's own eyes.
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O all you gods; O pretty pretty pledge! Thy maister now lyes thinking on his bed Of thee and mee, and sighes, and takes my gloue, And giues mmoriall dainty kisses to it, as I kisse thee. Nay do not snatch it from me. He that takes that doth take my heart withall. I had your heart before, this followes it. I did sweare patience. You shall not haue it Diomed, faith you shall not, Ile giue you something else. I will haue this, whose was it? It is no matter. Come tell me whose it was? Twas on's that lou'd me better then you will, But now you haue it take it. VVhose was it? And by all Dias wayting women yond And by her selfe I will not tell you whose. To morrow will I weare it on my Helme, And grieue his spirit that dares not challenge it. VVert thou the diuell, and wor'st it on thy horne, It should be challengd. VVell, well, tis done, tis past: and yet it is not. I will not keepe my word. VVhy then farewell, thou neuer shalt mocke Diomed againe. You shall not got: one cannot speake a word but it straight starts you. I do not like this fooling. Nor I by Plut; but that that likes not you, pleases me best. VVhat shall I come? the houre— I come; O Ione: do come, I shall be plagued. Farewell till then. Good night, I prethee cme: Troylus farewell, one eye yet lookes on thee, But with my heart the other eye doth see, Ah poore cur sx, this fault in vs I find, The error of our eye diects our mind, VVhat error leads must erre: O then conclude, " Mindes swayd by eyes are full of turpitude. A proofe of strengh, she could not publish more, Vnlesse shee said my is now turn'd whore. All's done my Lord. It is. VVhy stay we ther? To make a ecordation to my soule Of euery sillable that here was spoke: But if I tell how these two did Court, Shall I not lye in publishing a truth, Sith yet there is a credence in my heart, An esperance so obstinatly strong, That doth , attest of eyes and eares, As if those organs were deceptions functions, Created onely to calumniate. Was Cresseid heere? I cannot coniure Troyan. Shee was not sure. Most sure she was. Why my negation hath no taste of madnesse. Nor mine my Lord: Cresseid was heere but now. Let it not be beleeu'd for woman-hood. Thinke we had mothers, do not giue aduantage To stub borne Critiques apt without a theme For deptauation, to requare the generall sex By Cresseids rule, Rather thinke this not Cresseid. What hath she done Prince that cā spoile our mothers. Nothing at all, vnlesse that this were she. Will a swagger himselfe out on's owne eyes.