Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1603] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
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 crown it: no perfection 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 yet? 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 Uncle's word and my firm faith. Nay, I'll give my word for her too: our kindred though they be long ere they are 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 win? 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 not till now so much But I might master it; in faith I lie: My thoughts were like unbridled children grow 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 soul of counsel from me. 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 resides with you: But an unkind self, that itself will leave, To be another's fool. Where is my wit? I would be gone: I speak I know not what.
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Are there ſuch? ſuch are not we: Praiſe vs as we are taſted, allow vs as we proue: our head ſhall goe bare till merit crowne it: no perfection in reuerſion ſhall haue a praiſe in preſent: wee will not name deſert before his birth, and being borne his addition ſhall be humble: few words to faire faith. Troylus ſhall be ſuch to Creſſid, as what enuie can ſay worſt, ſhall be 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 yet? Well Vnckle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you. I thanke you for that: if my Lord get a Boy of you, youle giue him me: be true to my Lord, if he flinch, chide me for it. You know now your hoſtages: your Vnckles word and my firme faith. Nay, Ile giue my word for her too: our kindred though they be long ere they are wooed, they are conſtant being wonne: they are Burres I can tell you, they'le ſticke where they are throwne. Boldneſſe comes to mee now, and brings mee heart: Prince Troylus, I haue lou'd you night and day, for many weary moneths. Why was my Creſsid then ſo hard to win? Hard to ſeeme won: but I was won my Lord With the firſt glance; that euer pardon me, If I confeſſe much you will play the tyrant: I loue you now, but not till now ſo much But I might maiſter it; in faith I lye: My thoughts were like vnbrideled children grow Too head-ſtrong for their mother: ſee we fooles, Why haue I blab'd: who ſhall be true to vs When we are ſo vnſecret to our ſelues? But though I lou'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. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue, For in this rapture I ſhall ſurely ſpeake The thing I ſhall repent: ſee, ſee, your ſilence Comming in dumbneſſe, from my weakeneſſe drawes My ſoule of counſell from me. Stop my mouth. And ſhall, albeit ſweete Muſicke iſſues thence. Pretty yfaith. My Lord, I doe beſeech you pardon me, 'Twas not my purpoſe thus to beg 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 owne company. You cannot ſhun your ſelfe. Let me goe and try: I haue a kinde of ſelfe recides with you: But an vnkinde ſelfe, that it ſelfe will leaue, To be anothers foole. Where is my wit? I would be gone: I ſpeake I know not what.