Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1593 [c.1593-1594] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon'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.
I Protheus, but that life is altered now, I have done penance for contemning Love, Whose high imperious thoughts have punished me With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, With nightly tears, and daily hart-sore sighs, For in revenge of my contempt of love, Love hath chased sleep from my enthralled eyes, And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow. O gentle Protheus, love's a mighty Lord, And hath so humbled me, as I confess There is no woe to his correction, Nor to his Service, no such joy on earth: Now, no discourse, except it be of love: Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep, Upon the very naked name of Love.. Enough; I read your fortune in your eye: Was this the Idol, that you worship so? Even She; and is she not a heavenly Saint? No; But she is an earthly Paragon. Call her divine. I will not flatter her. O flatter me: for Love delights in praises. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills, And I must minister the like to you. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine, Yet let her be a principality, Sovereign to all the Creatures on the earth, Except my Mistress. Sweet: except not any, Except thou wilt except against my Love.. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? And I will help thee to prefer her to: She shall be dignified with this high honour, To bear my Lady's train, left the base earth Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss, And of so great a favour growing proud, Disdain to root the Sommer-swelling flower, And make rough winter everlastingly. Why Valentine, what Bragadisme is this? Pardon me (Protheus) all I can is nothing, To her, whose worth, make other worthies nothing; She is alone. Then let her alone. Not for the world: why man, she is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty Seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water, Nectar, and the Rocks pure gold. Forgive me that I do not dream on thee, Because thou seest me dote upon my love: My foolish Rival that her Father likes (Only for his possessions are so huge) Is gone with her along, and I must after, For Love (thou knowst is full of jealousy.) But she loves you? I, and we are betroathd: nay more, our marriage hour, With all the cunning manner of our flight Determined of: how I must climb her window, The Ladder made of Cords, and all the means Plotted, and agreed on for my happiness. Good Protheus go with me to my chamber, In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel. Go on before: I shall inquire you forth: I must unto the Road, to dis-embarque Some necessaries, that I needs must use, And then I'll presently attend you. Will you make haste?
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I Protheus, but that life is alter'd now, I haue done pennance for contemning Loue, Whoſe high emperious thoughts haue puniſh'd me With bitter faſts, with penitentiall grones, With nightly teares, and daily hart-ſore ſighes, For in reuenge of my contempt of loue, Loue hath chas'd ſleepe from my enthralled eyes, And made them watchers of mine owne hearts ſorrow. O gentle Protheus, Loue's a mighty Lord, And hath ſo humbled me, as I confeſſe There is no woe to his correction, Nor to his Seruice, no ſuch ioy on earth: Now, no diſcourſe, except it be of loue: Now can I breake my faſt, dine, ſup, and ſleepe, Vpon the very naked name of Loue. Enough; I read your fortune in your eye: Was this the Idoll, that you worſhip ſo? Euen She; and is ſhe not a heauenly Saint? No; But ſhe is an earthly Paragon. Call her diuine. I will not flatter her. O flatter me: for Loue delights in praiſes. When I was ſick, you gaue me bitter pils, And I muſt miniſter the like to you. Then ſpeake the truth by her; if not diuine, Yet let her be a principalitie, Soueraigne to all the Creatures on the earth, Except my Miſtreſſe. Sweet: except not any, Except thou wilt except againſt my Loue. Haue I not reaſon to prefer mine owne? And I will help thee to prefer her to: Shee ſhall be dignified with this high honour, To beare my Ladies traine, left the baſe earth Should from her veſture chance to ſteale a kiſſe, And of ſo great a fauor growing proud, Diſdaine to roote the Sommer-ſwelling flowre, And make rough winter euerlaſtingly. Why Ʋalentine, what Bragadiſme is this? Pardon me (Protheus) all I can is nothing, To her, whoſe worth, make other worthies nothing; Shee is alone. Then let her alone. Not for the world: why man, ſhe is mine owne, And I as rich in hauing ſuch a Iewell As twenty Seas, if all their ſand were pearle, The water, Nectar, and the Rocks pure gold. Forgiue me that I doe not dreame on thee, Becauſe thou ſeeſt me doate vpon my loue: My fooliſh Riuall that her Father likes (Onely for his poſſeſſions are ſo huge) Is gone with her along, and I muſt after, For Loue (thou know'ſt is full of iealouſie.) But ſhe loues you? I, and we are betroathd: nay more, our mariage howre, With all the cunning manner of our flight Determin'd of: how I muſt climbe her window, The Ladder made of Cords, and all the means Plotted, and 'greed on for my happineſſe. Good Protheus goe with me to my chamber, In theſe affaires to aid me with thy counſaile. Goe on before: I ſhall enquire you forth: I muſt vnto the Road, to diſ-embarque Some neceſſaries, that I needs muſt vſe, And then Ile preſently attend you. Will you make haſte?