Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1593] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi · 465 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
Plead you to me fair dame? I know you not: In Ephesus I am but two hours old, As strange unto your town, as to your talk, Who every word by all my wit being scanned, Wants wit in all, one word to understand. Fie brother, how the world is changed with you: When were you wont to use my sister thus? She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner. By Dromio? By me. By thee, and this thou didst return from him. That he did buffet thee, and in his blows, Denied my house for his, me for his wife. Did you converse sir with this gentlewoman: What is the course and drift of your compact? I sir? I never saw her till this time. Villain thou liest, for even her very words, Didst thou deliver to me on the Mart. I never spoke with her in all my life. How can she thus then call us by our names? Unless it be by inspiration. How ill agrees it with your gravity, To counterfeit thus grossly with your slave, Abetting him to thwart me in my mood; Be it my wrong, you are from me exempt, But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt. Come I will fasten on this sleeve of thine: Thou art an Elm my husband, I a Vine: Whose weakness married to thy stranger state, Makes me with thy strength to communicate: If ought possess thee from me, it is dross, Usurping ivy, Brier, or idle Moss, Who all for want of pruning, with intrusion, Infect thy sap, and live on thy confusion. To me she speaks, she moves me for her theme; What, was I married to her in my dream? Or sleep I now, and think I hear all this? What error drives our eyes and ears amiss? Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the freed fallacy. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner. Oh for my beads, I cross me for a sinner. This is the Fairy land, oh spite of spites, We talk with Goblins, Owls and Sprights; If we obey them not, this will ensue: They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue. Why prat'st thou to thyself, and answerest not? Dromio, thou Dromio, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot. I am transformed Master, am I not? I think thou art in mind, and so am I Nay Master, both in mind, and in my shape. Thou hast thine own form. No, I am an Ape. If thou art changed to aught, 'tis to an Ass. 'Tis true she rides me, and I long for grass. 'Tis so, I am an Ass, else it could never be, But I should know her as well as she knows me.
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Plead you to me faire dame? I know you not: In Epheſus I am but two houres old, As ſtrange vnto your towne, as to your talke, Who euery word by all my wit being ſcan'd, Wants wit in all, one word to vnderſtand. Fie brother, how the world is chang'd with you: When were you wont to vſe my ſiſter thus? She ſent for you by Dromio home to dinner. By Dromio? By me. By thee, and this thou didſt returne from him. That he did buffet thee, and in his blowes, Denied my houſe for his, me for his wife. Did you conuerſe ſir with this gentlewoman: What is the courſe and drift of your compact? I ſir? I neuer ſaw her till this time. Villaine thou lieſt, for euen her verie words, Didſt thou deliuer to me on the Mart. I neuer ſpake with her in all my life. How can ſhe thus then call vs by our names? Vnleſſe it be by inſpiration. How ill agrees it with your grauitie, To counterfeit thus groſely with your ſlaue, Abetting him to thwart me in my moode; Be it my wrong, you are from me exempt, But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt. Come I will faſten on this ſleeue of thine: Thou art an Elme my husband, I a Vine: Whoſe weakneſſe married to thy ſtranger ſtate, Makes me with thy ſtrength to communicate: If ought poſſeſſe thee from me, it is droſſe, Vſurping Iuie, Brier, or idle Moſſe, Who all for want of pruning, with intruſion, Infect thy ſap, and liue on thy confuſion. To mee ſhee ſpeakes, ſhee moues mee for her theame; What, was I married to her in my dreame? Or ſleepe I now, and thinke I heare all this? What error driues our eies and eares amiſſe? Vntill I know this ſure vncertaintie, Ile entertaine the free'd fallacie. Dromio, goe bid the ſeruants ſpred for dinner. Oh for my beads, I croſſe me for a ſinner. This is the Fairie land, oh ſpight of ſpights, We talke with Goblins, Owles and Sprights; If we obay them not, this will inſue: They'll ſucke our breath, or pinch vs blacke and blew. Why prat'ſt thou to thy ſelfe, and anſwer'ſt not? Dromio, thou Dromio, thou ſnaile, thou ſlug, thou ſot. I am transformed Maſter, am I not? I thinke thou art in minde, and ſo am I. Nay Maſter, both in minde, and in my ſhape. Thou haſt thine owne forme. No, I am an Ape. If thou art chang'd to ought, 'tis to an Aſſe. 'Tis true ſhe rides me, and I long for graſſe. 'Tis ſo, I am an Aſſe, elſe it could neuer be, But I ſhould know her as well as ſhe knowes me.