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 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Why, I tell thee, I care not, though he burn himself in Love.. If thou wilt go with me to the Alehouse: if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Iew, and not worth the name of a Christian. Why? Because thou hast not so much charity in thee as to go to the Ale with a Christian: Wilt thou go? At thy service. To leave my Iulia; shall I be forsworn? To love fair Silvia; shall I be forsworn? To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn. And even that Pour which gave me first my oath Provokes me to this threefold perjury. Love bade me swear, and Love bids me forswear; O sweet-suggesting Love, if thou hast sinned, Teach me (thy tempted subject) to excuse it. At first I did adore a twinkling Star, But now I worship a celestial Sun: Vnheedfull vows may heedfully be broken, And he wants wit, that wants resolved will, To learn his wit, t' exchange the bad for better; Fie, fie, unreverend tongue, to call her bad, Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferred, With twenty thousand soule-confirming oaths. I cannot leave to love; and yet I do: But there I leave to love, where I should love. Iulia I lose, and Valentine I lose, If I keep them, I needs must lose myself: If I lose them, thus find I by their loss, For Valentine, myself: for Iulia, Silvia. I to myself am dearer than a friend, For Love is still most precious in itself, And Silvia (witness heaven that made her fair) Shows Iulia but a swarthy Ethiope. I will forget that Iulia is alive, Remembering that my Love to her is dead. And Valentine I'll hold an Enemy, Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend. I cannot now prove constant to myself, Without some treachery used to Valentine. This night he meaneth with a Corded-ladder To climb celestial Siluia's chamber window, Myself in counsel his competitor. Now presently I'll give her father notice Of their disguising and pretended flight: Who (all enraged) will banish Valentine: For Thurio he intends shall wed his daughter, But Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. Love lend me wings, to make my purpose swift As thou hast lent me wit, to plot this drift. Counsel, Lucetta, gentle girl assist me, And even in kind love, I do conjure thee, Who art the Table wherein all my thoughts Are visibly Charactered, and engraved, To lesson me, and tell me some good mean How with my honour I may undertake A journey to my loving Protheus. Alas, the way is wearisome and long. A true-deuoted Pilgrim is not weary To measure Kingdoms with his feeble steps, Much less shall she that hath Love's wings to fly, And when the flight is made to one so dear, Of such divine perfection as Sir Protheus. Better forbear, till Protheus make return.
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Why, I tell thee, I care not, though hee burne himſelfe in Loue. If thou wilt goe with me to the Ale-houſe: if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Iew, and not worth the name of a Chriſtian. Why? Becauſe thou haſt not ſo much charity in thee as to goe to the Ale with a Chriſtian: Wilt thou goe? At thy ſeruice. To leaue my Iulia; ſhall I be forſworne? To loue faire Siluia; ſhall I be forſworne? To wrong my friend, I ſhall be much forſworne. And ev'n that Powre which gaue me firſt my oath Prouokes me to this three-fold periurie. Loue bad mee ſweare, and Loue bids me for-ſweare; O ſweet-ſuggeſting Loue, if thou haſt ſin'd, Teach me (thy tempted ſubiect) to excuſe it. At firſt I did adore a twinkling Starre, But now I worſhip a celeſtiall Sunne: Vn-heedfull vowes may heedfully be broken, And he wants wit, that wants reſolued will, To learne his wit, t' exchange the bad for better; Fie, fie, vnreuerend tongue, to call her bad, Whoſe ſoueraignty ſo oft thou haſt preferd, With twenty thouſand ſoule-confirming oathes. I cannot leaue to loue; and yet I doe: But there I leaue to loue, where I ſhould loue. Iulia I looſe, and Valentine I looſe, If I keepe them, I needs muſt looſe my ſelfe: If I looſe them, thus finde I by their loſſe, For Valentine, my ſelfe: for Iulia, Siluia. I to my ſelfe am deerer then a friend, For Loue is ſtill moſt precious in it ſelfe, And Siluia (witneſſe heauen that made her faire) Shewes Iulia but a ſwarthy Ethiope. I will forget that Iulia is aliue, Remembring that my Loue to her is dead. And Ʋalentine Ile hold an Enemie, Ayming at Siluia as a ſweeter friend. I cannot now proue conſtant to my ſelfe, Without ſome treachery vs'd to Valentine. This night he meaneth with a Corded-ladder To climbe celeſtiall Siluia's chamber window, My ſelfe in counſaile his competitor. Now preſently Ile giue her father notice Of their diſguiſing and pretended flight: Who (all inrag'd) will baniſh Valentine: For Thurio he intends ſhall wed his daughter, But Valentine being gon, Ile quickely croſſe By ſome ſlie tricke, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. Loue lend me wings, to make my purpoſe ſwift As thou haſt lent me wit, to plot this drift. Counſaile, Lucetta, gentle girle aſſiſt me, And eu'n in kinde loue, I doe coniure thee, Who art the Table wherein all my thoughts Are viſibly Character'd, and engrau'd, To leſſon me, and tell me ſome good meane How with my honour I may vndertake A iourney to my louing Protheus. Alas, the way is weariſome and long. A true-deuoted Pilgrime is not weary To meaſure Kingdomes with his feeble ſteps, Much leſſe ſhall ſhe that hath Loues wings to flie, And when the flight is made to one ſo deere, Of ſuch diuine perfection as Sir Protheus. Better forbeare, till Protheus make returne.