Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1593 [c.1593-1594] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men (?) T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti typicality 0.84 · 530 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
And she shall thank you for't, if ere you know her. A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful. I hope my Master's suit will be but cold, Since she respects my Mistress love so much. Alas, how love can trifle with itself: Here is her Picture: let me see, I think If I had such a Tire, this face of mine Were full as lovely, as is this of hers; And yet the Painter flattered her a little, Unless I flatter with myself too much. Her hair is Aburne, mine is perfect Yellow; If that be all the difference in his love, I'll get me such a coloured Periwig: Her eyes are grey as glass, and so are mine: I, but her forehead's low, and mine's as high: What should it be that he respects in her, But I can make respective in myself? If this fond Love, were not a blinded god. Come shadow, come, and take this shadow up, For 'tis thy rival: O thou senseless form. Thou shalt be worshipped, kissed, loved, and adored; And were there sense in his Idolatry, My substance should be statue in thy stead. I'll use thee kindly, for thy Mistress sake That used me so: or else by Ioue, I vow, I should have scratched out your unseeing eyes, To make my Master out of love with thee. The Sun begins to gild the western sky, And now it is about the very hour That Silvia, at Friar Patrick's Cell should meet me, She will not fail; for Lovers break not hours, Unless it be to come before their time, So much they spur their expedition. See where she comes: Lady a happy evening. Amen, Amen: go on (good Eglamoure) Out at the Postern by the Abbey wall; I fear I am attended by some Spies. Fear not: the Forest is not three leagues off, If we recover that, we are sure enough. Sir Protheus, what says Silvia to my suit? Oh Sir, I find her milder than she was, And yet she takes exceptions at your person. What? that my leg is too long? No, that it is too little. I'll wear a Boot, to make it somewhat rounder. But love will not be spurred to what it loaths. What says she to my face? She says it is a fair one. Nay then the wanton lies: my face is black. But Pearls are fair; and the old saying is, Black men are Pearls, in beauteous Lady's eyes. 'Tis true, such Pearls as put out Lady's eyes, For I had rather wink, then look on them. How likes she my discourse? Ill, when you talk of war. But well, when I discourse of love and peace. But better indeed, when you hold you peace. What says she to my valour? Oh Sir, she makes no doubt of that. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice. What says she to my birth? That you are well derived. True: from a Gentleman, to a fool. Considers she my Possessions? Oh, I: and pities them. Wherefore? That such an Ass should owe them. That they are out by Lease. Here comes the Duke.
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And ſhe ſhall thanke you for't, if ere you know her. A vertuous gentlewoman, milde, and beautifull. I hope my Maſters ſuit will be but cold, Since ſhe reſpects my Miſtris loue ſo much. Alas, how loue can triſle with it ſelfe: Here is her Picture: let me ſee, I thinke If I had ſuch a Tyre, this face of mine Were full as louely, as is this of hers; And yet the Painter flatter'd her a little, Vnleſſe I flatter with my ſelfe too much. Her haire is Aburne, mine is perfect Yellow; If that be all the difference in his loue, Ile get me ſuch a coulour'd Perrywig: Her eyes are grey as glaſſe, and ſo are mine: I, but her fore-head's low, and mine's as high: What ſhould it be that he reſpects in her, But I can make reſpectiue in my ſelfe? If this fond Loue, were not a blinded god. Come ſhadow, come, and take this ſhadow vp, For 'tis thy riuall: O thou ſenceleſſe forme. Thou ſhalt be worſhip'd, kiſs'd, lou'd, and ador'd; And were there ſence in his Idolatry, My ſubſtance ſhould be ſtatue in thy ſtead. Ile vſe thee kindly, for thy Miſtris ſake That vs'd me ſo: or elſe by Ioue, I vow, I ſhould haue ſcratch'd out your vnſeeing eyes, To make my Maſter out of loue with thee. The Sun begins to guild the weſterne skie, And now it is about the very houre That Siluia, at Fryer Patricks Cell ſhould meet me, She will not faile; for Louers breake not houres, Vnleſſe it be to come before their time, So much they ſpur their expedition. See where ſhe comes: Lady a happy euening. Amen, Amen: goe on (good Eglamoure) Out at the Poſterne by the Abbey wall; I feare I am attended by ſome Spies. Feare not: the Forreſt is not three leagues off, If we recouer that, we are ſure enough. Sir Protheus, what ſaies Siluia to my ſuit? Oh Sir, I finde her milder then ſhe was, And yet ſhe takes exceptions at your perſon. What? that my leg is too long? No, that it is too little. Ile weare a Boote, to make it ſomewhat rounder. But loue will not be ſpurd to what it loath. What ſaies ſhe to my face? She ſaies it is a faire one. Nay then the wanton lyes: my face is blacke. But Pearles are faire; and the old ſaying is, Blacke men are Pearles, in beauteous Ladies eyes. 'Tis true, ſuch Pearles as put out Ladies eyes, For I had rather winke, then looke on them. How likes ſhe my diſcourſe? Ill, when you talke of war. But well, when I diſcourſe of loue and peace. But better indeede, when you hold you peace. What ſayes ſhe to my valour? Oh Sir, ſhe makes no doubt of that. She needes not, when ſhe knowes it cowardize. What ſaies ſhe to my birth? That you are well deriu'd. True: from a Gentleman, to a foole. Conſiders ſhe my Poſſeſſions? Oh, I: and pitties them. Wherefore? That ſuch an Aſſe ſhould owe them. That they are out by Leaſe. Here comes the Duke.