Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1593 [c.1593-1594] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 575 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Behold her, that gave aim to all thy oaths, And entertained 'em deeply in her heart. How oft hast thou with perjury cloven the root? Oh Protheus, let this habit make thee blush. Be thou ashamed that I have took upon me, Such an immodest raiment; if shame live In a disguise of love? It is the lesser blot modesty finds, Women to change their shapes, than men their minds. Then men their minds? 'tis true: oh heaven, were man But Constant, he were perfect; that one error Fills him with faults: makes him run through all th' sins; Inconstancy falls-off, ere it begins: What is in Siluia's face, but I may spy More fresh in Julia's, with a constant eye? Come, come: a hand from either: Let me be blessed to make this happy close: 'Twere pity two such friends should be long foes. Bear witness (heaven) I have my wish for ever. And I mine. A prize: a prize: a prize. Forbear, forbear I say: It is my Lord the Duke. Your Grace is welcome to a man disgraced, Banished Valentine. Sir Valentine? Yonder is Silvia: and Siluia's mine. Thurio give back; or else embrace thy death: Come not within the measure of my wrath: Do not name Silvia thine: if once again, Verona shall not hold thee: here she stands, Take but possession of her, with a Touch: I dare thee, but to breath upon my love. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I: I hold him but a fool that will endanger His Body, for a Girl that loves him not: I claim her not, and therefore she is thine. The more degenerate and base art thou To make such means for her, as thou hast done, And leave her on such slight conditions. Now, by the honour of my Ancestry, I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine, And think thee worthy of an Empress' love: Know then, I here forget all former griefs, Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again, Plead a new state in thy unrivalled merit, To which I thus subscribe: Sir Valentine, Thou art a Gentleman, and well derived, Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserved her. I thank your Grace, the gift hath made me happy: I now beseech you (for your daughter's sake) To grant one Boon that I shall ask of you. I grant it (for thine own) what ere it be. These banished men, that I have kept withal, Are men endued with worthy qualities: Forgive them what they have committed here, And let them be recalled from their Exile: They are reform, civil, full of good, And fit for great employment (worthy Lord.) Thou hast prevailed, I pardon them and thee: Dispose of them, as thou know'st their deserts. Come, let us go, we will include all jars, With Triumphs, Mirth, and rare solemnity. And as we walk along, I dare be bold With our discourse, to make your Grace to smile. What think you of this Page (my Lord?) I think the Boy hath grace in him, he blushes. I warrant you (my Lord) more grace, than Boy. What mean you by that saying? Please you, I'll tell you, as we pass along, That you will wonder what hath fortuned: Come Protheus, 'tis your penance, but to hear The story of your Loves discovered. That done, our day of marriage shall be yours, One Feast, one house, one mutual happiness.
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Behold her, that gaue ayme to all thy oathes, And entertain'd 'em deepely in her heart. How oft haſt thou with periury cleft the roote? Oh Protheus, let this habit make thee bluſh. Be thou aſham'd that I haue tooke vpon me, Such an immodeſt rayment; if ſhame liue In a diſguiſe of loue? It is the leſſer blot modeſty findes, Women to change their ſhapes, then men their minds. Then men their minds? tis true: oh heuen, were man But Conſtant, he were perfect; that one error Fils him with faults: makes him run through all th' ſins; Inconſtancy falls-off, ere it begins: What is in Siluia's face, but I may ſpie More freſh in Iulia's, with a conſtant eye? Come, come: a hand from either: Let me be bleſt to make this happy cloſe: 'Twere pitty two ſuch friends ſhould be long foes. Beare witnes (heauen) I haue my wiſh for euer. And I mine. A prize: a prize: a prize. Forbeare, forbeare I ſay: It is my Lord the Duke. Your Grace is welcome to a man diſgrac'd, Baniſhed Valentine. Sir Valentine? Yonder is Siluia: and Siluia's mine. Thurio giue backe; or elſe embrace thy death: Come not within the meaſure of my wrath: Doe not name Siluia thine: if once againe, Ʋerona ſhall not hold thee: heere ſhe ſtands, Take but poſſeſſion of her, with a Touch: I dare thee, but to breath vpon my Loue. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I: I hold him but a foole that will endanger His Body, for a Girle that loues him not: I claime her not, and therefore ſhe is thine. The more degenerate and baſe art thou To make ſuch meanes for her, as thou haſt done, And leaue her on ſuch ſlight conditions. Now, by the honor of my Anceſtry, I doe applaud thy ſpirit, Valentine, And thinke thee worthy of an Empreſſe loue: Know then, I heere forget all former greefes, Cancell all grudge, repeale thee home againe, Plead a new ſtate in thy vn-riual'd merit, To which I thus ſubſcribe: Sir Ʋalentine, Thou art a Gentleman, and well deriu'd, Take thou thy Siluia, for thou haſt deſeru'd her. I thank your Grace, ye gift hath made me happy: I now beſeech you (for your daughters ſake) To grant one Boone that I ſhall aske of you. I grant it (for thine owne) what ere it be. Theſe baniſh'd men, that I haue kept withall, Are men endu'd with worthy qualities: Forgiue them what they haue committed here, And let them be recall'd from their Exile: They are reformed, ciuill, full of good, And fit for great employment (worthy Lord.) Thou haſt preuaild, I pardon them and thee: Diſpoſe of them, as thou knowſt their deſerts. Come, let vs goe, we will include all iarres, With Triumphes, Mirth, and rare ſolemnity. And as we walke along, I dare be bold With our diſcourſe, to make your Grace to ſmile. What thinke you of this Page (my Lord?) I think the Boy hath grace in him, he bluſhes. I warrant you (my Lord) more grace, then Boy. What meane you by that ſaying? Pleaſe you, Ile tell you, as we paſſe along, That you will wonder what hath fortuned: Come Protheus, 'tis your pennance, but to heare The ſtory of your Loues diſcouered. That done, our day of marriage ſhall be yours, One Feaſt, one houſe, one mutuall happineſſe.