Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.87 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Good Sir, I do in friendship counsel you Te leave this place; Albeit you have deserved High commendation, true applause, and love; Yet such is now the Duke's condition, That he misconstrues all that you have done: The Duke is humorous, what he is indeed More suits you to conceive, than I to speak of. I thank you Sir; and pray you tell me this, Which of the two was daughter of the Duke, That here was at the Wrestling? Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners, But yet indeed the taller is his daughter, The other is daughter to the banished Duke, And here detained by her usurping Uncle To keep his daughter company, whose loves Are dearer than the natural bond of Sisters: But I can tell you, that of late this Duke Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle Niece, Grounded upon no other argument, But that the people praise her for her virtues, And pity her, for her good Father's sake; And on my life his malice 'gainst the Lady Will suddenly break forth: Sir, far you well, Hereafter in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. I rest much bounden to you: far you well. Thus must I from the smoke into the smother, From tyrant Duke, unto a tyrant Brother. But heavenly Rosaline. Why Cousin, why Rosaline: Cupid have mercy, Not a word? Not one to throw at a dog. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs, throw some of them at me; come lame me with reasons. Then there were two Cousins laid up, when the one should be lamed with reasons, and the other mad without any. But is all this for your Father? No, some of it is for my child's Father: Oh how full of briers is this working day world. They are but burrs, Cousin, thrown upon thee in holiday foolery, if we walk not in the trodden paths our very petticoats will catch them. I could shake them off my coat, these burrs are in my heart. Him them away. I would try if I could cry 'em, and have him. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. O they take the part of a better wrestler than myself. O, a good wish upon you: you will try in time in despite of a fall: but turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest: Is it possible on such a sudden, you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir Roulands youngest son? The Duke my Father loved his Father dear. Doth it therefore ensue that you should love his Son dear? By this kind of chase, I should hate him, for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando. No faith, hate him not for my sake.
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Good Sir, I do in friendſhip counſaile you Te leaue this place; Albeit you haue deſeru'd High commendation, true applauſe, and loue; Yet ſuch is now the Dukes condition, That he miſconſters all that you haue done: The Duke is humorous, what he is indeede More ſuites you to conceiue, then I to ſpeake of. I thanke you Sir; and pray you tell me this, Which of the two was daughter of the Duke, That here was at the Wraſtling? Neither his daughter, if we iudge by manners, But yet indeede the taller is his daughter, The other is daughter to the baniſh'd Duke, And here detain'd by her vſurping Vncle To keepe his daughter companie, whoſe loues Are deerer then the naturall bond of Siſters: But I can tell you, that of late this Duke Hath tane diſpleaſure 'gainſt his gentle Neece, Grounded vpon no other argument, But that the people praiſe her for her vertues, And pittie her, for her good Fathers ſake; And on my life his malice 'gainſt the Lady Will ſodainly breake forth: Sir, fare you well, Hereafter in a better world then this, I ſhall deſire more loue and knowledge of you. I reſt much bounden to you: fare you well. Thus muſt I from the ſmoake into the ſmother, From tyrant Duke, vnto a tyrant Brother. But heauenly Roſaline. Why Coſen, why Roſaline: Cupid haue mercie, Not a word? Not one to throw at a dog. No, thy words are too precious to be caſt away vpon curs, throw ſome of them at me; come lame mee with reaſons. Then there were two Coſens laid vp, when the one ſhould be lam'd with reaſons, and the other mad without any. But is all this for your Father? No, ſome of it is for my childes Father: Oh how full of briers is this working day world. They are but burs, Coſen, throwne vpon thee in holiday foolerie, if we walke not in the trodden paths our very petty-coates will catch them. I could ſhake them off my coate, theſe burs are in my heart. Hem them away. I would try if I could cry hem, and haue him. Come, come, wraſtle with thy affections. O they take the part of a better wraſtler then my ſelfe. O, a good wiſh vpon you: you will trie in time in diſpight of a fall: but turning theſe ieſts out of ſeruice, let vs talke in good earneſt: Is it poſſible on ſuch a ſodaine, you ſhould fall into ſo ſtrong a liking with old Sir Roulands yongeſt ſonne? The Duke my Father lou'd his Father deerelie. Doth it therefore enſue that you ſhould loue his Sonne deerelie? By this kinde of chaſe, I ſhould hate him, for my father hated his father deerely; yet I hate not Orlando. No faith, hate him not for my ſake.