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 0.84 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Why should I not? doth he not deserve well? Let me love him for that, and do you love him Because I do. Look, here comes the Duke. With his eyes full of anger. Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste, And get you from our Court. Me uncle. You Cousin, Within these ten days if that thou be'st found So near our public Court as twenty miles, Thou diest for it. I do beseech your Grace Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me: If with myself I hold intelligence, Or have acquaintance with mine own desires, If that I do not dream, or be not frantic, (As I do trust I am not) then dear Uncle, Never so much as in a thought unborn, Did I offend your highness. Thus do all Traitors, If their purgation did consist in words, They are as innocent as grace itself; Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a Traitor; Tell me whereon the likelihoods depends? Thou art thy Father's daughter, there's enough. So was I when your highness took his Dukdome, So was I when your highness banished him; Treason is not inherited my Lord, Or if we did derive it from our friends, What's that to me, my Father was no Traitor, Then good my Liege, mistake me not so much, To think my poverty is treacherous. Dear Sovereign hear me speak. I Celia, we stayed her for your sake, Else had she with her Father ranged along. I did not then entreat to have her stay. It was your pleasure, and your own remorse, I was too young that time to value her, But now I know her: if she be a Traitor, Why so am I: we still have slept together, Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together, And whatsoe'er we went, like Juno's Swans, Still we went coupled and inseparable. She is too subtle for thee, and her smoothness; Her very silence, and per patience, Speak to the people, and they pity her: Thou art a fool, she robs thee of thy name, And thou wilt show more bright, & seem more virtuous When she is gone: then open not thy lips Firm, and irrevocable is my doom, Which I have passed upon her, she is banished. Pronounce that sentence then on me my Liege, I cannot live out of her company. You are a fool: you Niece provide yourself, If you outstay the time, upon mine honour, And in the greatness of my word you die. O my poor Rosaline, whether wilt thou go? Wilt thou change Fathers? I will give thee mine: I charge thee be not thou more grieved than I am. I have more cause. Thou hast not Cousin, Prithee be cheerful; knowst thou not the Duke Hath banished me his daughter? That he hath not.
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Why ſhould I not? doth he not deſerue well? Let me loue him for that, and do you loue him Becauſe I doe. Looke, here comes the Duke. With his eies full of anger. Miſtris, diſpatch you with your ſafeſt haſte, And get you from our Court. Me Vncle. You Coſen, Within theſe ten daies if that thou beeſt found So neere our publike Court as twentie miles, Thou dieſt ſor it. I doe beſeech your Grace Let me the knowledge of my fault beare with me: If with my ſelfe I hold intelligence, Or haue acquaintance with mine owne deſires, If that I doe not dreame, or be not franticke, (As I doe truſt I am not) then deere Vncle, Neuer ſo much as in a thought vnborne, Did I offend your highneſſe. Thus doe all Traitors, If their purgation did conſiſt in words, They are as innocent as grace it ſelfe; Let it ſuffice thee that I truſt thee not. Yet your miſtruſt cannot make me a Traitor; Tell me whereon the likelihoods depends? Thou art thy Fathers daughter, there's enough. So was I when your highnes took his Dukdome, So was I when your highneſſe baniſht him; Treaſon is not inherited my Lord, Or if we did deriue it from our friends, What's that to me, my Father was no Traitor, Then good my Leige, miſtake me not ſo much, To thinke my pouertie is treacherous. Deere Soueraigne heare me ſpeake. I Celia, we ſtaid her for your ſake, Elſe had ſhe with her Father rang'd along. I did not then intreat to haue her ſtay. It was your pleaſure, and your owne remorſe, I was too yong that time to value her, But now I know her: if ſhe be a Traitor, Why ſo am I: we ſtill haue ſlept together, Roſe at an inſtant, learn'd, plaid, eate together, And whereſoere we went, like Iunos Swans, Still we went coupled and inſeperable. She is too ſubtile for thee, and her ſmoothnes; Her verie ſilence, and per patience, Speake to the people, and they pittie her: Thou art a foole, ſhe robs thee of thy name, And thou wilt ſhow more bright, & ſeem more vertuous When ſhe is gone: then open not thy lips Firme, and irreuocable is my doombe, Which I haue paſt vpon her, ſhe is baniſh'd. Pronounce that ſentence then on me my Leige, I cannot liue out of her companie. You are a foole: you Neice prouide your ſelfe, If you out-ſtay the time, vpon mine honor, And in the greatneſſe of my word you die. O my poore Roſaline, whether wilt thou goe? Wilt thou change Fathers? I will giue thee mine: I charge thee be not thou more grieu'd then I am. I haue more cauſe. Thou haſt not Coſen, Prethee be cheerefull; know'ſt thou not the Duke Hath baniſh'd me his daughter? That he hath not.