Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1593 [c.1593-1594] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Come, we'll have you merry: i'll bring you where you shall hear Music, and see the Gentleman that you asked for. But shall I hear him speak. I that you shall. That will be Music. Hark, hark. Is he among these? I: but peace, let's heare'm. Who is Silvia? what is she? That all our Swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, that she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness: Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness: And being helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia, let us sing, That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling. To her let us Garlands bring. How now? are you sadder than you were before; How do you, man? the Music likes you not. You mistake: the Musician likes me not. Why, my pretty youth? He plays false (father.) How, out of tune on the strings. Not so: but yet So false that he grieves my very heartstrings. You have a quick ear. I, I would I were deaf: it makes me have a slow heart. I perceive you delight not in Music. Not a whit, when it jars so. Hark, what fine change is in the Music. I: that change is the spite. You would have them always play but one thing. I would always have one play but one thing. But Host, doth this Sir Protheus, that we talk on, Often resort unto this Gentlewoman? I tell you what Lance his man told me, He loved her out of all nick. Where is Lance? Gone to seek his dog, which to morrow, by his Master's command, he must carry for a present to his Lady. Peace, stand aside, the company parts. Sir Thurio, fear not you, I will so plead, That you shall say, my cunning drift excels. Where meet we? At Saint Gregory's well. Farewell. Madam: good even to your Ladyship. I thank you for your Music (Gentlemen) Who is that that spoke? One (Lady) if you knew his pure heart's truth, You would quickly learn to know him by his voice. Sir Protheus, as I take it. Sir Protheus (gentle Lady) and your Servant. What's your will? That I may compass yours. You have your wish: my will is even this, That presently you hie you home to bed: Thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man: Thinkest thou I am so shallow, so conceitlesse, To be seduced by thy flattery, That hast deceived so many with thy vows? Return, return and make thy love amends: For me (by this pale queen of night I swear) I am so far from granting thy request, That I despise thee, for thy wrongful suit; And by and by intent to chide myself, Even for this time I spend in talking to thee. I grant (sweet love) that I did love a Lady, But she is dead. 'Twere false, if I should speak it; For I am sure she is not buried.
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Come, we'll haue you merry: ile bring you where you ſhall heare Muſique, and ſee the Gentleman that you ask'd for. But ſhall I heare him ſpeake. I that you ſhall. That will be Muſique. Harke, harke. Is he among theſe? I: but peace, let's heare'm. Who is Siluia? what is ſhe? That all our Swaines commend her? Holy, faire, and wiſe is ſhe, The heauen ſuch grace did lend her, that ſhe might admired be. Is ſhe kinde as ſhe is faire? For beauty liues with kindneſſe: Loue doth to her eyes repaire, To helpe him of his blindneſſe: And being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Siluia, let vs ſing, That Siluia is excelling; She excels each mortall thing Vpon the dull earth dwelling. To her let vs Garlands bring. How now? are you ſadder then you were before; How doe you, man? the Muſicke likes you not. You miſtake: the Muſitian likes me not. Why, my pretty youth? He plaies falſe (father.) How, out of tune on the ſtrings. Not ſo: but yet So falſe that he grieues my very heart-ſtrings. You haue a quicke eare. I, I would I were deafe: it makes me haue a ſlow heart. I perceiue you delight not in Muſique. Not a whit, when it iars ſo. Harke, what fine change is in the Muſique. I: that change is the ſpight. You would haue them alwaies play but one thing. I would alwaies haue one play but one thing. But Hoſt, doth this Sir Protheus, that we talke on, Often reſort vnto this Gentlewoman? I tell you what Launce his man told me, He lou'd her out of all nicke. Where is Launce? Gone to ſeeke his dog, which to morrow, by his Maſters command, hee muſt carry for a preſent to his Lady. Peace, ſtand aſide, the company parts. Sir Thurio, feare not you, I will ſo pleade, That you ſhall ſay, my cunning drift excels. Where meete we? At Saint Gregories well. Farewell. Madam: good eu'n to your Ladiſhip. I thanke you for your Muſique (Gentlemen) Who is that that ſpake? One (Lady) if you knew his pure hearts truth, You would quickly learne to know him by his voice. Sir Protheus, as I take it. Sir Protheus (gentle Lady) and your Seruant. What's your will? That I may compaſſe yours. You haue your wiſh: my will is euen this, That preſently you hie you home to bed: Thou ſubtile, periur'd, falſe, diſloyall man: Think'ſt thou I am ſo ſhallow, ſo conceitleſſe, To be ſeduced by thy flattery, That has't deceiu'd ſo many with thy vowes▪ Returne, returne and make thy loue amends: For me (by this pale queene of night I ſweare) I am ſo farre from granting thy requeſt, That I deſpiſe thee, for thy wrongfull ſuite; And by and by intend to chide my ſelfe, Euen for this time I ſpend in talking to thee. I grant (ſweet loue) that I did loue a Lady, But ſhe is dead. 'Twere falſe, if I ſhould ſpeake it; For I am ſure ſhe is not buried.