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 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I will. Even as one heat, another heat expels, Or as one nail, by strength drives out another. So the remembrance of my former Love Is by a newer object quite forgotten, It is mine, or Valentine's praise? Her true perfection, or my false transgression? That makes me reasonless, to reason thus? She is fair: and so is Iulia that I love, (That I did love, for now my love is thawed, Which like a waxed Image 'gainst a fire Bears no impression of the thing it was.) Me thinks my zeal to Valentine is cold, And that I love him not as I was wont: O, but I love his Lady tootoo much, And that's the reason I love him so little. How shall I dote on her with more advice, That thus without advice begin to love her? 'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld, And that hath dazzled my reason's light: But when I look on her perfections, There is no reason, but I shall be blind. If I can check my erring love, I will, If not, to compass her I'll use my skill. Lance, by mine honesty welcome to Padua. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth, for I am not welcome. I reckon this always, that a man is never undone till he be hanged, nor never welcome to a place, till some certain shot be paid, and the Hostess say welcome. Come-on you madcap: I'll to the Alehouse with you presently; where, for one shot of five pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes: But sirrah, how did thy Master part with Madam Iulia? Marry after they closed in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest. But shall she marry him? No. How then? shall he marry her? No, neither. What, are they broken? No; they are both as whole as a fish. Why then, how stands the matter with them? Marry thus, when it stands well with him, it stands well with her. What an ass art thou, I understand thee not. What a block art thou, that thou canst not? My staff understands me? What thou sayst? I, and what I do too: look thee, I'll but lean, and my staff understands me. It stands under thee indeed. Why, stand-under: and vnder-stand is all one. But tell me true, wilt be a match? Ask my dog, if he say I, it will: if he say no, it will: if he shake his tail, and say nothing, it will. The conclusion is then, that it will. Thou shalt never get such a secret from me, but by a parable. 'Tis well that I get it so: but Lance, how sayst thou that that my master is become a notable Lover? I never knew him otherwise. Then how? A notable Lubber: as thou reportest him to be. Why, thou whoreson Ass, thou mistak'st me, Why Fool, I meant not thee, I meant thy Master. I tell thee, my Master is become a hot Lover.
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I will. Euen as one heate, another heate expels, Or as one naile, by ſtrength driues out another. So the remembrance of my former Loue Is by a newer obiect quite forgotten, It is mine, or Valentines praiſe? Her true perfection, or my falſe tranſgreſſion? That makes me reaſonleſſe, to reaſon thus? Shee is faire: and ſo is Iulia that I loue, (That I did loue, for now my loue is thaw'd, Which like a waxen Image 'gainſt a fire Beares no impreſſion of the thing it was.) Me thinkes my zeale to Valentine is cold, And that I loue him not as I was wont: O, but I loue his Lady too-too much, And that's the reaſon I loue him ſo little. How ſhall I doate on her with more aduice, That thus without aduice begin to loue her? 'Tis but her picture I haue yet beheld, And that hath dazel'd my reaſons light: But when I looke on her perfections, There is no reaſon, but I ſhall be blinde. If I can checke my erring loue, I will, If not, to compaſſe her Ile vſe my skill. Launce, by mine honeſty welcome to Padua. Forſweare not thy ſelfe, ſweet youth, for I am not welcome. I reckon this alwaies, that a man is neuer vndon till hee be hang'd, nor neuer welcome to a place, till ſome certaine ſhot be paid, and the Hoſteſſe ſay welcome. Come-on you mad-cap: Ile to the Ale-houſe with you preſently; where, for one ſhot of fiue pence, thou ſhalt haue fiue thouſand welcomes: But ſirha, how did thy Maſter part with Madam Iulia? Marry after they cloas'd in earneſt, they parted very fairely in ieſt. But ſhall ſhe marry him? No. How then? ſhall he marry her? No, neither. What, are they broken? No; they are both as whole as a fiſh. Why then, how ſtands the matter with them? Marry thus, when it ſtands well with him, it ſtands well with her. What an aſſe art thou, I vnderſtand thee not. What a blocke art thou, that thou canſt not? My ſtaffe vnderſtands me? What thou ſaiſt? I, and what I do too: looke thee, Ile but leane, and my ſtaffe vnderſtands me. It ſtands vnder thee indeed. Why, ſtand-vnder: and vnder-ſtand is all one. But tell me true, wil't be a match? Aske my dogge, if he ſay I, it will: if hee ſay no, it will: if hee ſhake his taile, and ſay nothing, it will. The concluſion is then, that it will. Thou ſhalt neuer get ſuch a ſecret from me, but by a parable. 'Tis well that I get it ſo: but Launce, how ſaiſt thou that that my maſter is become a notable Louer? I neuer knew him otherwiſe. Then how? A notable Lubber: as thou reporteſt him to bee. Why, thou whorſon Aſſe, thou miſtak'ſt me, Why Foole, I meant not thee, I meant thy Maſter. I tell thee, my Maſter is become a hot Louer.