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 · 522 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Say that she be: yet Valentine thy friend Suruives; to whom (thy self art witness) I am betrothed; and art thou not ashamed To wrong him, with thy importunacy? I likewise hear that Valentine is dead. And so suppose am I; for in her grave Assure thyself, my love is buried. Sweet Lady, let me take it from the earth. Go to thy Lady's grave and call hers thence, Or at the least, in hers, sepulchre thine. He heard not that. Madam: if your heart be so obdurate: Vouchsafe me yet your Picture for my love, The Picture that is hanging in your chamber: To that i'll speak, to that i'll sigh and weep: For since the substance of your perfect self Is else devoted, I am but a shadow; And to your shadow, will I make true love. If 'twere a substance you would sure deceive it, And make it but a shadow, as I am. I am very loath to be your Idol Sir; But, since your falsehood shall become you well To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, Send to me in the morning, and i'll send it: And so, good rest. As wretches have o'ernight That wait for execution in the morn. Host, will you go? By my halidom, I was fast asleep. Pray you, where lies Sir Protheus? Marry, at my house: Trust me, I think 'tis almost day. Not so: but it hath been the longest night That ere I watched, and the most heaviest. This is the hour that Madam Silvia Entreated me to call, and know her mind: there's some great matter she'd employ me in. Madam, Madam. Who calls? Your servant, and your friend; One that attends your Ladyship's command. Sir Eglamore, a thousand times good morrow. As many (worthy Lady) to yourself: According to your Ladyship's impose, I am thus early come, to know what service It is your pleasure to command me in. Oh Eglamoure, thou art a Gentleman: Think not I flatter (for I swear I do not) Valiant, wise, remorseful, well accomplished. Thou art not ignorant what dear good will I bear unto the banished Valentine: Nor how my father would enforce me marry Vain Thurio (whom my very soul abhorred.) Thyself hast loved, and I have heard thee say No grief did ever come so near thy heart, As when thy Lady, and thy true-love died, Upon whose Grave thou vow'dst pure chastity: Sir Eglamoure: I would to Valentine To Mantua, where I hear, he makes abode; And for the ways are dangerous to pass, I do desire thy worthy company, Upon whose faith and honour, I repose. Urge not my father's anger (Eglamoure) But think upon my grief (a Lady's grief) And on the justice of my flying hence, To keep me from a most unholy match, Which heaven and fortune still rewards with plagues. I do desire thee, even from a heart As full of sorrows, as the Sea of sands, To bear me company, and go with me: If not, to hide what I have said to thee, That I may venture to departed alone.
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Say that ſhe be: yet Valentine thy friend Suruiues; to whom (thy ſelfe art witneſſe) I am betroth'd; and art thou not aſham'd To wrong him, with thy importunacy? I likewiſe heare that Valentine is dead. And ſo ſuppoſe am I; for in her graue Aſſure thy ſelfe, my loue is buried. Sweet Lady, let me take it from the earth. Goe to thy Ladies graue and call hers thence, Or at the leaſt, in hers, ſepulcher thine. He heard not that. Madam: if your heart be ſo obdurate: Vouchſafe me yet your Picture for my loue, The Picture that is hanging in your chamber: To that ile ſpeake, to that ile ſigh and weepe: For ſince the ſubſtance of your perfect ſelfe Is elſe deuoted, I am but a ſhadow; And to your ſhadow, will I make true loue. If 'twere a ſubſtance you would ſure deceiue it, And make it but a ſhadow, as I am. I am very loath to be your Idoll Sir; But, ſince your falſehood ſhall become you well To worſhip ſhadowes, and adore falſe ſhapes, Send to me in the morning, and ile ſend it: And ſo, good reſt. As wretches haue ore-night That wait for execution in the morne. Hoſt, will you goe? By my hallidome, I was faſt aſleepe. Pray you, where lies Sir Protheus? Marry, at my houſe: Truſt me, I thinke 'tis almoſt day. Not ſo: but it hath bin the longeſt night That ere I watch'd, and the moſt heauieſt. This is the houre that Madam Siluia Entreated me to call, and know her minde: Ther's ſome great matter ſhe'ld employ me in. Madam, Madam. Who cals? Your ſeruant, and your friend; One that attends your Ladiſhips command. Sir Eglamore, a thouſand times good morrow. As many (worthy Lady) to your ſelfe: According to your Ladiſhips impoſe, I am thus early come, to know what ſeruice It is your pleaſure to command me in. Oh Eglamoure, thou art a Gentleman: Thinke not I flatter (for I ſweare I doe not) Valiant, wiſe, remorſe-full, well accompliſh'd. Thou art not ignorant what deere good will I beare vnto the baniſh'd Ʋalentine: Nor how my father would enforce me marry Vaine Thurio (whom my very ſoule abhor'd.) Thy ſelfe haſt lou'd, and I haue heard thee ſay No griefe did euer come ſo neere thy heart, As when thy Lady, and thy true-loue dide, Vpon whoſe Graue thou vow'dſt pure chaſtitie: Sir Eglamoure: I would to Valentine To Mantua, where I heare, he makes aboad; And for the waies are dangerous to paſſe, I doe deſire thy worthy company, Vpon whoſe faith and honor, I repoſe. Vrge not my fathers anger (Eglamoure) But thinke vpon my griefe (a Ladies griefe) And on the iuſtice of my flying hence, To keepe me from a moſt vnholy match, Which heauen and fortune ſtill rewards with plagues. I doe deſire thee, euen from a heart As full of ſorrowes, as the Sea of ſands, To beare me company, and goe with me: If not, to hide what I haue ſaid to thee, That I may venture to depart alone.