Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.60 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I thank it: More, I prithee more, I can suck melancholy out of a song, As a Weazel sucks eggs: More, I prithee more. My voice is ragged, I know I cannot please you. I do not desire you to please me, I do desire you to sing: Come, more, another stanzo: Call you 'em stanzo's? What you will Monsieur Iaques. Nay, I care not for their names, they own me nothing. Will you sing? More at your request, then to please myself. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you: but that they call compliment is like th' encounter of two dog-Apes. And when a man thanks me heartily, me thinks I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thankes. Come sing; and you that will not hold your tongues. Well, I'll end the song. Sirs, cover the while, the Duke will drink under this tree; he hath been all this day to look you. And I have been all this day to avoid him: He is too disputeable for my company: I think of as many matters as he, but I give Heaven thankes, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come. Who doth ambition shun, and loves to live i' th' Sun: Seeking the food he eats, and pleased with what he gets: Come hither, come hither, come hither, here shall he see. etc. I'll give you a verse to this note, That I made yesterday in despite of my Invention. And I'll sing it. Thus it goes. If it do come to pass, that any man turn Ass: Leaving his wealth and ease, A stubborn will to please, Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame: here shall he see, gross fools as he, And if he will come to me. What's that Ducdame? 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go sleep if I can: if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first borne of Egypt. And I'll go seek the Duke, His banquet is prepared. Dear Master, I can go no further: O I die for food. here lie I down, And measure out my grave. Farewell kind master. Why how now Adam? No greater heart in thee: Live a little, comfort a little, cheer thyself a little. If this uncouth Forest yield any thing savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee: Thy conceit is nearer death, than thy powers. For my sake be comfortable, hold death a while At the arms end: I will here be with thee presently, And if I bring thee not something to eat, I will give thee leave to die: but if thou diest Before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said, thou look'st cheerly, And I'll be with thee quickly: yet thou liest In the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee To some, shelter, and thou shalt not die For lack of a dinner, If there live any thing in this Desert. Cheerly good Adam.
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I thanke it: More, I prethee more, I can ſucke melancholly out of a ſong, As a Weazel ſuckes egges: More, I pre'thee more. My voice is ragged, I know I cannot pleaſe you. I do not deſire you to pleaſe me, I do deſire you to ſing: Come, more, another ſtanzo: Cal you 'em ſtanzo's? What you wil Monſieur Iaques. Nay, I care not for their names, they owe mee nothing. Wil you ſing? More at your requeſt, then to pleaſe my ſelfe. Well then, if euer I thanke any man, Ile thanke you: but that they cal complement is like th' encounter of two dog-Apes. And when a man thankes me hartily, me thinkes I haue giuen him a penie, and he renders me the beggerly thankes. Come ſing; and you that wil not hold your tongues. Wel, Ile end the ſong. Sirs, couer the while, the Duke wil drinke vnder this tree; he hath bin all this day to looke you. And I haue bin all this day to auoid him: He is too diſputeable for my companie: I thinke of as many matters as he, but I giue Heauen thankes, and make no boaſt of them. Come, warble, come. Who doth ambition ſhunne, and loues to liue i' th Sunne: Seeking the food he eates, and pleas'd with what he gets: Come hither, come hither, come hither, Heere ſhall he ſee. &c. Ile giue you a verſe to this note, That I made yeſterday in deſpight of my Inuention. And Ile ſing it. Thus it goes. If it do come to paſſe, that any man turne Aſſe: Leauing his wealth and eaſe, A ſtubborne will to pleaſe, Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame: Heere ſhall he ſee, groſſe fooles as he, And if he will come to me. What's that Ducdame? 'Tis a Greeke inuocation, to call fools into a circle. Ile go ſleepe if I can: if I cannot, Ile raile againſt all the firſt borne of Egypt. And Ile go ſeeke the Duke, His banket is prepar'd. Deere Maſter, I can go no further: O I die for food. Heere lie I downe, And meaſure out my graue. Farwel kinde maſter. Why how now Adam? No greater heart in thee: Liue a little, comfort a little, cheere thy ſelfe a little. If this vncouth Forreſt yeeld any thing ſauage, I wil either be food for it, or bring it for foode to thee: Thy conceite is neerer death, then thy powers. For my ſake be comfortable, hold death a while At the armes end: I wil heere be with thee preſently, And if I bring thee not ſomething to eate, I wil giue thee leaue to die: but if thou dieſt Before I come, thou art a mocker of my labor. Wel ſaid, thou look'ſt cheerely, And Ile be with thee quickly: yet thou lieſt In the bleake aire. Come, I wil beare thee To ſome, ſhelter, and thou ſhalt not die For lacke of a dinner, If there liue any thing in this Deſert. Cheerely good Adam.