Shakespeare, William / Wilkins, George · published 1609 · first performed or written 1608 [1606-1608] (Annals) romance · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Thy oath remember, thou hast sworn to do't, 'tis but a blow which never shall be known, thou canst not do a thing in the world so soon to yield thee so much profit: let not conscience which is but cold, in flaming, thy love bosom, inflame too nicely, nor let pity which even women have cast off, melt thee, but be a soldier to thy purpose. I will do't, but yet she is a goodly creature. The fitter than the Gods should have her. Here she comes weeping for her only mistress death, Thou art resolved. I am resolved. No: I will rob T●ll●ss of her weed to strow thy green with Flowers, the yellows, blewes, the purple Violets, and Marigolds, shall as a Carpet hang upon thy grave, while Summer days doth last: Ay me poor maid, borne in a tempest, when my mother died, this world to me is a lasting storm, whirring me from my friends. How now Marina, why do you keep alone? How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not consume your blood with sorrowing, Have you a nurse of me? Lord how your favours Changed with this unprofitable woe: Come give me your flowers, ere the sea mar it, Walk with Leonine, the air is quick there, And it pierces and sharpens the stomach, Come Leonine take her by the arm, walk with her. No I pray you, I'll not bereave you of your servant. Come, come, I love the king your father, and yourself, with more than foreign heart, we every day expect him here, when he shall come and find our Paragon to all reports thus blasted, He will repent the breadth of his great voyage, blame both my Lord and me, that we have taken no care to your best courses, go I pray you, walk and be cheerful once again, reserve that excellent complexion, which did steal the eyes of young and old. Care not for me, I can go home alone. Well, I will go, but yet I have no desire too it. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you, walk halfe an hour Leonine, at the least, remember what I have said. I warrant you Madam. I'll leave you my sweet Lady, for a while, pray walk softly, do not heat your blood, what, I must have care of you. My thanks sweet Madam, Is this wind Westerlie that blows? south-west. When I was borne the wind was North. Wast so? My father, as nurse says, did never fear, but cried good seamen to the Sailors, galling his kingly hands haling ropes, and clasping to the Mast, endured a sea that almost burst the deck. When was this? When I was borne, never was waves nor wind more violent, and from the ladder tackle, washes off a canvas clymer, ha ses one, wilt out? and with a dropping industry they skip from stern to stern, the boatswain whistles, and the master calls and trebles their confusion.
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Thy oath remember, thou hast sworne to doo't, tis but a blowe which neuer all bee knowne, thou canst not doe a thing in the worlde so soone to yeelde the so much prote: let not conence which is but cold, in aning, thy loue bosome, enflame too nicelie, nor let pittie which euen woen haue cast off, melt thee, but be a souldier to thy purpo. I will doo', ut yet she is a goodly creature. The tter then the Gods should haue her. Here she comes weping or her onely Mistrese death, Thou art resolude. I am resolude. No: I will ob Tlls of her weede to strowe thy greene wth Flowes, the yellowes, blewes, the purple Violets, and Marigolds, shall as a Carpet hang vpon thy graue, while Sommer dayes doth last: Aye me poore maid, borne in a tempest, when my mother dide, this world to me is a lasting storme, whirring me from my friends. How now Marina, why doe you keep alone? How chaunce my daughter is not with you? Doe not conume your bloud with sorrowing, Haue you a nurse of me? Lord how your fauour▪ Changd with this vnprofitable woe: Come giue me your flowers, ere the sea marre it, Walke with Leonine, the ayre is quicke there, And it perces and sharpens the stomacke, Come Leonine take her by the arme, walke with her. No I pray you, Ile not bercau you of your seru ̄t. Come, come, I loue the king your father, and your selfe, with more then forraine heart, we euery day expect him here, when he shall com and find our Paragon to all reports thus blasted, He will repent the breadth of his great voyage, blame both my Lord and me, that we haue taken no care to your best courses, go I pray you, walke and be chearfull once againe, reserue that excellent complexion, which did steale the eyes of yong and old. Care not for me, I can ge home alone. Well, I will goe, but yet I haue no desire too it. Come, come, I know tis good for you, walke halfe an houre Leonine, at the least, remember what I haue sed. I warrant you Madam. Ile leaue you my sweete Ladie, for a while, pray walke softly, doe not heate your bloud, what, I must haue care of you. My thanks sweete Madame, Is this wind Westerlie that blowes? Southwest. When I was borne the wind was North. Wast so? My father, as nuse ses, did neuer feare, but cryed good sea-men to the Saylers, galling his kingly hands haling ropes, and clasping to the Mast, endured a sea that almost burst the decke. When was this? When I was borne, neuer was waues nor winde more violent, and from the ladder tackle, washes off a canuas clymer, ha ses one, wolt out? and with a dropping industrie they skip from sterne to sterne, the Boarswaine whistles, and the Master calles and trebles their confusion.