Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1593 [c.1593-1594] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 475 words
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Sir Protheus, your Fathers calls for you, He is in haste, therefore I pray you go. Why this it is: my heart accords thereto, And yet a thousand times it answers no. Sir, your Glove. Not mine: my Gloves are on. Why then this may be yours: for this is but one. Ha'? Let me see: I, give it me, it's mine: Sweet Ornament, that decks a thing divine, Ah Silvia, Silvia. Madam Silvia: Madam Silvia. How now Sirrah? She is not within hearing Sir. Why sir, who had you call her? Your worship sir, or else I mistook. Well: you'll still be too forward. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow. Go to, sir, tell me: do you know Madam Silvia? She that your worship loves? Why, how know you that I am in love? Marry by these special marks: first, you have learned (like Sir Protheus) to wreathe your Arms like a Malcontent: to relish a Lovesong, like a Robin-red-breast: to walk alone like one that had the pestilence: to sigh, like a Schoolboy that had lost his A. B. C. to weep like a young wench that had buried her Grandam: to fast, like one that takes diet: to watch, like one that fears robbing: to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallow-Masse: You were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; when you walked, to walk like one of the Lions: when you fasted, it was presently after dinner: when you looked sadly, it was for want of money: And now you are Metamorphized with a Mistress, that when I look on you, I can hardly think you my Master. Are all these things perceived in me? They are all perceived without ye. Without me? they cannot. Without you? nay, that's certain: for without you were so simple, none else would: but you are so without these follies, that these follies are within you, and shine through you like the water in an Urinal: that not an eye that sees you, but is a Physician to comment on your Malady. But tell me: dost thou know my Lady Silvia? She that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper? Hast thou observed that? even she I mean. Why sir, I know her not. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet knowst her not? Is she not hard-favoured, sir? Not so fair (boy) as well favoured. Sir, I know that well enough. What dost thou know? That she is not so fair, as (of you) well-favourd? I mean that her beauty is exquisite, But her favour infinite. That's because the one is painted, and the other out of all count. How painted? and how out of count? Marry sir, so painted to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty.
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Sir Protheus, your Fathers call's for you, He is in haſt, therefore I pray you go. Why this it is: my heart accords thereto, And yet a thouſand times it anſwer's no. Sir, your Gloue. Not mine: my Gloues are on. Why then this may be yours: for this is but one. Ha? Let me ſee: I, giue it me, it's mine: Sweet Ornament, that deckes a thing diuine, Ah Siluia, Siluia. Madam Siluia: Madam Siluia. How now Sirha? Shee is not within hearing Sir. Why ſir, who had you call her? Your worſhip ſ, or elſe I miſtooke. Well: you'll ſtill be too forward. And yet I was laſt chidden for being too ſlow. Goe to, ſir, tell me: do you know Madam Siluia? Shee that your worſhip loues? Why, how know you that I am in loue? Marry by theſe ſpeciall markes: firſt, you haue learn'd (like Sir Protheus) to wreath your Armes like a Male-content: to relliſh a Loue-ſong, like a Robin-red-breaſt: to walke alone like one that had the peſtilence: to ſigh, like a Schoole-boy that had loſt his A. B. C. to weep like a yong wench that had buried her Grandam: to faſt, like one that takes diet: to watch, like one that feares robbing: to ſpeake puling, like a beggar at Hallow-Maſſe: You were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cocke; when you walk'd, to walke like one of the Lions: when you faſted, it was preſently after dinner: when you look'd ſadly, it was for want of money: And now you are Metamorphis'd with a Miſtris, that when I looke on you, I can hardly thinke you my Maſter. Are all theſe things perceiu'd in me? They are all perceiu'd without ye. Without me? they cannot. Without you? nay, that's certaine: for without you were ſo ſimple, none elſe would: but you are ſo without theſe follies, that theſe follies are within you, and ſhine through you like the water in an Vrinall: that not an eye that ſees you, but is a Phyſician to comment on your Malady. But tell me: do'ſt thou know my Lady Siluia? Shee that you gaze on ſo, as ſhe ſits at ſupper? Haſt thou obſeru'd that? euen ſhe I meane. Why ſir, I know her not. Do'ſt thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know'ſt her not? Is ſhe not hard-fauour'd, ſir? Not ſo faire (boy) as well fauour'd. Sir, I know that well enough. What doſt thou know? That ſhee is not ſo faire, as (of you) well-fauourd? I meane that her beauty is exquiſite, But her fauour infinite. That's becauſe the one is painted, and the other out of all count. How painted? and how out of count? Marry ſir, ſo painted to make her faire, that no man counts of her beauty.