Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1593 [c.1593-1594] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
I, but the doors be locked, and keys kept safe, That no man hath recourse to her by night. What lets but one may enter at her window? Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground, And built so shelving, that one cannot climb it Without apparent hazard of his life. Why then a Ladder quaintly made of Cords To cast up, with a pair of anchoring hooks, Would serve to scale another Hero's tower, So bold Leander would adventure it. Now as thou art a Gentleman of blood Advise me, where I may have such a Ladder. When would you use it? pray sir, tell me that. This very night; for Love is like a child That longs for every thing that he can come by. By seven a clock, i'll get you such a Ladder. But hark thee: I will go to her alone, How shall I best convey the Ladder thither? It will be light (my Lord) that you may bear it Under a cloak, that is of any length. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn? I my good Lord. Then let me see thy cloak, I'll get me one of such another length. Why any cloak will serve the turn (my Lord) How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak? I pray thee let me feel thy cloak upon me. What Letter is this same? what's here? to Silvia? And here an Engine fit for my proceeding, I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly, And slaves they are to me, that send them flying. Oh, could their Master come, and go as lightly, Himself would lodge where (senseless) they are lying. My Herald Thoughts, in thy pure bosom rest-them, While I (their King) that thither them importune Do curse the grace, that with such grace hath blessed them, Because myself do want my servant's fortune. I curse myself, for they are sent by me, That they should harbour where their Lord should be. What's here? Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee. 'Tis so: and here's the Ladder for the purpose. Why Phaeton (for thou art Merops' son) Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly Car? And with thy daring folly burn the world? Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee? Go base Intruder, overweening Slave, Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates, And think my patience, (more than thy desert) Is privilege for thy departure hence. Thank me for this, more than for all the favours Which (all too much) I have bestowed on thee. But if thou linger in my Territories Longer than swiftest expedition Will give thee time to leave our royal Court, By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love I ever bore my daughter, or thyself. Be gone, I will not hear thy vain excuse, But as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from hence.
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I, but the doores be lockt, and keyes kept ſafe, That no man hath recourſe to her by night. What letts but one may enter at her window? Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground, And built ſo ſheluing, that one cannot climbe it Without apparant hazard of his life. Why then a Ladder quaintly made of Cords To caſt vp, with a paire of anchoring hookes, Would ſerue to ſcale another Hero's towre, So bold Leander would aduenture it. Now as thou art a Gentleman of blood Aduiſe me, where I may haue ſuch a Ladder. When would you vſe it? pray ſir, tell me that. This very night; for Loue is like a childe That longs for euery thing that he can come by. By ſeauen a clock, ile get you ſuch a Ladder. But harke thee: I will goe to her alone, How ſhall I beſt conuey the Ladder thither? It will be light (my Lord) that you may beare it Vnder a cloake, that is of any length. A cloake as long as thine will ſerue the turne? I my good Lord. Then let me ſee thy cloake, Ile get me one of ſuch another length. Why any cloake will ſerue the turn (my Lord) How ſhall I faſhion me to weare a cloake? I pray thee let me feele thy cloake vpon me. What Letter is this ſame? what's here? to Siluia? And heere an Engine fit for my proceeding, Ile be ſo bold to breake the ſeale for once. My thoughts do harbour with my Siluia nightly, And ſlaues they are to me, that ſend them flying. Oh, could their Maſter come, and goe as lightly, Himſelfe would lodge where (ſenceles) they are lying. My Herald Thoughts, in thy pure boſome reſt-them, While I (their King) that thither them importune Doe curſe the grace, that with ſuch grace hath bleſt them, Becauſe my ſelfe doe want my ſeruants fortune. I curſe my ſelfe, for they are ſent by me, That they ſhould harbour where their Lord ſhould be. What's here? Siluia, this night I will enfranchiſe thee. 'Tis ſo: and heere's the Ladder for the purpoſe. Why Phaeton (for thou art Merops ſonne) Wilt thou aſpire to guide the heauenly Car? And with thy daring folly burne the world? Wilt thou reach ſtars, becauſe they ſhine on thee? Goe baſe Intruder, ouer-weening Slaue, Beſtow thy fawning ſmiles on equall mates, And thinke my patience, (more then thy deſert) Is priuiledge for thy departure hence. Thanke me for this, more then for all the fauors Which (all too much) I haue beſtowed on thee. But if thou linger in my Territories Longer then ſwifteſt expedition Will giue thee time to leaue our royall Court, By heauen, my wrath ſhall farre exceed the loue I euer bore my daughter, or thy ſelfe. Be gone, I will not heare thy vaine excuſe, But as thou lou'ſt thy life, make ſpeed from hence.