Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Admir'd Miranda, Indeed the top of Admiration, worth What's dearest to the world: full many a Lady I have eyed with best regard, and many a time Th' harmony of their tongues, hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues Have I liked several women, never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, And put it to the foil. But you, O you, So perfect, and so peetlesse, are created Of every Creatures best. I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Save from my glass, mine own: Nor have I seen More that I may call men, than you good friend, And my dear Father: how features are abroad I am skilless of; but by my modesty (The jewel in my dower) I would not wish Any Companion in the world but you: Nor can imagination form a shape Besides yourself, to like of: but I prattle Something too wildly, and my Father's precepts I therein do forget. I am, in my condition A Prince (Miranda) I do think a King (I would not so) and would no more endure This wooden slavery, then to suffer The flesh-fly blow my mouth: hear my soul speak. The very instant that I saw you, did My heart fly to your service, there resides To make me slave to it, and for your sake Am I this patiented Logge-man. Do you love me? O heaven; O earth, bear witness to this sound, And crown what I profess with kind event If I speak true: if hollowly, invert What best is boded me, to mischief: I, Beyond all limit of what else i' th' world Do love, prize, honour you. I am a fool To weep at what I am glad of. Fair encounter Of two most rare affections: heavens rain grace On that which breeds between 'em. Wherhfore weep you? At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give; and much less take What I shall die to want: But this is trifling, And all the more it seeks to hide itself, The bigger bulk it shows. Hence bashful cunning, And prompt me plain and holy innocence. I am your wife, if you will marry me; If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no. My Mistress (dearest) And I thus humble ever. My husband then? I, with a heart as willing As bondage ere of freedom: here's my hand. And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewell Till half an hour hence. A thousand, thousand. So glad of this as they I cannot be, Who are surprised with all; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more: I'll to my book, For yet ere supper time, must I perform Much business appertaining.
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Admit'd Miranda, Indeede the top of Admiration, worth What's deereſt to the world: full many a Lady I haue ey'd with beſt regard, and many a time Th' harmony of their tongues, hath into bondage Brought my too diligent eare: for ſeuerall vertues Haue I lik'd ſeuerall women, neuer any VVith ſo full ſoule, but ſome defect in her Did quarrell with the nobleſt grace ſhe ow'd, And put it to the foile. But you, O you, So perfect, and ſo peetleſſe, are created Of euerie Creatures beſt. I do not know One of my ſexe; no womans face remember, Saue from my glaſſe, mine owne: Nor haue I ſeene More that I may call men, then you good friend, And my deere Father: how features are abroad I am skilleſſe of; but by my modeſtie (The iewell in my dower) I would not wiſh Any Companion in the world but you: Nor can imagination forme a ſhape Beſides your ſelfe, to like of: but I prattle Something too wildely, and my Fathers precepts I therein do forget. I am, in my condition A Prince (Miranda) I do thinke a King (I would not ſo) and would no more endure This wodden ſlauerie, then to ſuffer The fleſh-flie blow my mouth: heare my ſoule ſpeake. The verie inſtant that I ſaw you, did My heart flie to your ſeruice, there reſides To make me ſlaue to it, and for your ſake Am I this patient Logge-man. Do you loue me? O heauen; O earth, beare witnes to this ſound, And crowne what I profeſſe with kinde euent If I ſpeake true: if hollowly, inuert VVhat beſt is boaded me, to miſchiefe: I, Beyond all limit of what elſe i' th world Do loue, prize, honor you. I am a foole To weepe at what I am glad of. Faire encounter Of two moſt rare affections: heauens raine grace On that which breeds betweene 'em. VVherefore weepe you? At mine vnworthineſſe, that dare not offer VVhat I deſire to giue; and much leſſe take VVhat I ſhall die to want: But this is trifling, And all the more it ſeekes to hide it ſelfe, The bigger bulke it ſhewes. Hence baſhfull cunning, And prompt me plaine and holy innocence. I am your wife, if you will marrie me; If not, Ile die your maid: to be your fellow You may denie me, but Ile be your ſeruant VVhether you will or no. My Miſtris (deereſt) And I thus humble euer. My husband then? I, with a heart as willing As bondage ere of freedome: heere's my hand. And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewel Till halfe an houre hence. A thouſand, thouſand. So glad of this as they I cannot be, VVho are ſurpriz'd with all; but my reioycing At nothing can be more: Ile to my booke, For yet ere ſupper time, muſt I performe Much buſineſſe appertaining.