Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1603] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti typicality 0.87 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of 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, & 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 so short as a new ta'en Sparrow. Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom: My heart beats thicker than a feavorous pulse, And all my powers do their bestowing lose, Like vassalage at unawares 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 watched ere you be made tame, must you? come your ways, come your ways, and you draw backward we'll put you i' th' fils: why do you not speak to her? Come draw this curtain, & let'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 Tercell, 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 ' o'th' deeds too, if she call your activity 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 too curious dreg espies my sweet Lady in the fountain of our love? More dregs than water, if my ears have eyes. Fears make devils of Cherubins, they never see truly. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safe footing, then blind reason, stumbling without fear: to fear the worst, oft cures the worse. Oh let my Lady apprehend no fear, In all Cupids Pageant there is presented no monster. Not 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 device imposition enough, then for us to undergo any difficulty imposed. This is the monstruositie 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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Shee's making her ready, ſheele come ſtraight; you muſt be witty now, ſhe does ſo bluſh, & fetches her winde ſo ſhort, as if ſhe were fraid with a ſprite: Ile fetch her; it is the prettieſt villaine, ſhe fetches her breath ſo ſhort as a new tane Sparrow. Euen ſuch a paſſion doth imbrace my boſome: My heart beates thicker then a feauorous pulſe, And all my powers doe their beſtowing looſe, Like vaſſlage at vnawares encountring The eye of Maieſtie. Come, come, what neede you bluſh? Shames a babie; here ſhe is now, ſweare the oathes now to her, that you haue ſworne to me. What are you gone againe, you muſt be watcht ere you be made tame, muſt you? come your wayes, come your wayes, and you draw backward weele put you i' th fils: why doe you not ſpeak to her? Come draw this curtaine, & let's ſee your picture. Alaſſe the day, how loath you are to offend day light? and 'twere darke you'ld cloſe ſooner: So, ſo▪ rub on, and kiſſe the miſtreſſe; how now, a kiſſe in fee-farme? build there Carpenter, the ayre is ſweete. Nay, you ſhall fight your hearts out ere I part you. The Faulcon, as the Tercell, for all the Ducks ith Riuer: go too▪ go too. You haue bereft me of all words Lady. Words pay no debts; giue her deedes: but ſheele bereaue you 'oth' deeds too, if ſhee call your actiuity in queſtion: what billing againe? here's in witneſſe whereof the Parties interchangeably. Come in, come in, Ile go get a fire? Will you walke in my Lord? O Creſsida, how often haue I wiſht me thus? Wiſht my Lord? the gods grant? O my Lord. What ſhould they grant? what makes this pretty abruption: what too curious dreg eſpies my ſweete Lady in the fountaine of our loue? More dregs then water, if my eares haue eyes. Feares make diuels of Cherubins, they neuer ſee truely. Blinde feare, that ſeeing reaſon leads, findes ſafe footing, then blinde reaſon, ſtumbling without feare: to feare the worſt, oft cures the worſe. Oh let my Lady apprehend no feare, In all Cupids Pageant there is preſented no monſter. Not nothing monſtrous neither? Nothing but our vndertakings, when we vowe to weepe ſeas, liue in fire, eate rockes, tame Tygers; thinking it harder for our Miſtreſſe to deuiſe impoſition inough, then for vs to vndergoe any difficultie impoſed. This is the monſtruoſitie in loue Lady, that the will is infinite, and the execution confin'd; that the deſire is boundleſſe, and the act a ſlaue to limit. 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?