Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1593 [c.1593-1594] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
What would you with her, if that I be she? If you be she, I do entreat your patience To hear me speak the message I am sent on. From whom? From my Master, Sir Protheus, Madam. Oh: he sends you for a Picture? I, Madam. Ursula, bring my Picture there, Go, give your Master this: tell him from me, One Iulia, that his changing thoughts forget Would better fit his Chamber, than this Shadow. Madam, please you peruse this Letter; Pardon me (Madam) I have unadvised Delivered you a paper that I should not; This is the Letter to your Ladyship. I pray thee let me look on that again. It may not be: good Madam pardon me. There, hold: I will not look upon your Master's lines: I know they are stuffed with protestations, And full of newfound oaths, which he will break As easily as I do tear his paper. Madam, he sends your Ladyship this Ring. The more shame for him, that he sends it me; For I have heard him say a thousand times, His Iulia gave it him, at his departure: Though his false finger have profaned the Ring, Mine shall not do his Iulia so much wrong. She thanks you. What sayst thou? I thank you Madam, that you tender her: Poor Gentlewoman, my Master wrongs her much. Dost thou know her? Almost as well as I do know myself. To think upon her woes, I do protest That I have wept a hundred several times. Belike she thinks that Protheus hath forsaken her? I think she doth: and that's her cause of sorrow. Is she not passing fair? She hath been fairer (Madam) than she is, When she did think my Master loved her well; She, in my judgement, was as fair as you. But since she did neglect her looking-glass, And threw her Sun-expelling Masque away, The air hath starved the roses in her cheeks, And pinched the lilly-tincture of her face, That now she is become as black as I. How tall was she? About my stature: for at Pentecost, When all our Pageants of delight were played, Our youth got me to play the woman's part, And I was trimmed in Madam Iulius gown, Which served me as fit, by all men's judgements, As if the garment had been made for me: Therefore I know she is about my height, And at that time I made her weep a good. For I did play a lamentable part. (Madam) 'twas Ariadne, passioning For Thesus perjury, and unjust flight; Which I so lively acted with my tears: That my poor Mistress moved therewithal, Wept bitterly: and would I might be dead, If I in thought felt not her very sorrow. She is beholding to thee (gentle youth) Alas (poor Lady) desolate, and left; I weep myself to think upon thy words: Here youth: there is my purse; I give thee this For thy sweet Mistress sake, because thou lov'st her. Farewell.
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What would you with her, if that I be ſhe? If you be ſhe, I doe intreat your patience To heare me ſpeake the meſſage I am ſent on. From whom? From my Maſter, Sir Protheus, Madam. Oh: he ſends you for a Picture? I, Madam. Vrſula, bring my Picture there, Goe, giue your Maſter this: tell him from me, One Iulia, that his changing thoughts forget Would better fit his Chamber, then this Shadow. Madam, pleaſe you peruſe this Letter; Pardon me (Madam) I haue vnaduis'd Deliuer'd you a paper that I ſhould not; This is the Letter to your Ladiſhip. I pray thee let me looke on that againe. It may not be: good Madam pardon me. There, hold: I will not looke vpon your Maſters lines: I know they are ſtuft with proteſtations, And full of new-found oathes, which he will breake As eaſily as I doe teare his paper. Madam, he ſends your Ladiſhip this Ring. The more ſhame for him, that he ſends it me; For I haue heard him ſay a thouſand times, His Iulia gaue it him, at his departure: Though his falſe finger haue prophan'd the Ring, Mine ſhall not doe his Iulia ſo much wrong. She thankes you. What ſai'ſt thou? I thanke you Madam, that you tender her: Poore Gentlewoman, my Maſter wrongs her much. Do'ſt thou know her? Almoſt as well as I doe know my ſelfe. To thinke vpon her woes, I doe proteſt That I haue wept a hundred ſeuerall times. Belike ſhe thinks that Protheus hath forſook her? I thinke ſhe doth: and that's her cauſe of ſorrow▪ Is ſhe not paſſing faire? She hath bin fairer (Madam) then ſhe is, When ſhe did thinke my Maſter lou'd her well; She, in my iudgement, was as faire as you. But ſince ſhe did neglect her looking-glaſſe, And threw her Sun-expelling Maſque away, The ayre hath ſtaru'd the roſes in her cheekes, And pinch'd the lilly-tincture of her face, That now ſhe is become as blacke as I. How tall was ſhe? About my ſtature: for at Pentecoſt, When all our Pageants of delight were plaid, Our youth got me to play the womans part, And I was trim'd in Madam Iulius gowne, Which ſerued me as fit, by all mens iudgements, As if the garment had bin made for me: Therefore I know ſhe is about my height, And at that time I made her weepe a good. For I did play a lamentable part. (Madam) 'twas Ariadne, paſſioning For Theſus periury, and vniuſt flight; Which I ſo liuely acted with my teares: That my poore Miſtris moued therewithall, Wept bitterly: and would I might be dead, If I in thought felt not her very ſorrow. She is beholding to thee (gentle youth) Alas (poore Lady) deſolate, and left; I weepe my ſelfe to thinke vpon thy words: Here youth: there is my purſe; I giue thee this For thy ſweet Miſtris ſake, becauſe thou lou'ſt her. Farewell.