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 0.79 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Do you not know I am a woman, when I think, I must speak: sweet, say on. You bring me out. Soft, comes he not here? 'Tis he, slink by, and note him. I thank you for your company, but good faith I had as lief have been myself alone. And so had I: but yet for fashion sake I thank you too, for your society. God buy you, let's meet as little as we can. I do desire we may be better strangers. I pray you mar no more trees with Writing Lovesongs in their barks. I pray you mar no more of my verses with reading them illfavouredly. Rosalinde is your love's name? Yes, Just. I do not like her name. There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened. What stature is she of? Just as high as my heart. You are full of pretty answers: have you not been acquainted with goldsmith's wives, & con them out of rings Not so: but I answer you right painted cloth, from whence you have studied your questions. You have a nimble wit; I think 'twas made of Attalanta's heels. Will you sit down with me, and we two, will rail against our Mistress the world, and all our misery. I will chide no breather in the world but myself against whom I know most faults. The worst fault you have, is to be in love. 'Tis a fault I will not change, for your best virtue: I am weary of you. By my troth, I was seeking for a Fool, when I found you. He is drowned in the brook, look but in, and you shall see him. There I shall see mine own figure. Which I take to be either a fool, or a Cipher. I'll tarry no longer with you, farewell good signior Love.. I am glad of your departure: Adieu good Monsieur Melancholy. I will speak to him like a saucy Lackey;. and under that habit play the knave with him, do you hear Forester. Very well, what would you? I pray you, what is't a clock? You should ask me what time o' day: there's no clock in the Forest. Then there is no true Lover in the Forest, else sighing every minute and groaning every hour would detect the lazy foot of time, as well as a clock. And why not the swift foot of time? Had not that been as proper? By no means sir; Time travels in diverse paces, with diverse persons: I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. I prithee, who doth he troth withal? Marry he trots hard with a young maid, between the contract of her marriage, and the day it is solemnised: if the interim be but a seven-night, Time's pace is so hard, that it seems the length of seven year. Who ambles Time withal?
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Do you not know I am a woman, when I thinke, I muſt ſpeake: ſweet, ſay on. You bring me out. Soft, comes he not heere? 'Tis he, ſlinke by, and note him. I thanke you for your company, but good faith I had as liefe haue beene my ſelfe alone. And ſo had I: but yet for faſhion ſake I thanke you too, for your ſocietie. God buy you, let's meet as little as we can. I do deſire we may be better ſtrangers. I pray you marre no more trees vvith Writing Loue-ſongs in their barkes. I pray you marre no moe of my verſes with reading them ill-fauouredly. Roſalinde is your loues name? Yes, Iuſt. I do not like her name. There was no thought of pleaſing you when ſhe was chriſten'd. What ſtature is ſhe of? Iuſt as high as my heart. You are ful of prety anſwers: haue you not bin acquainted with goldſmiths wiues, & cond thē out of rings Not ſo: but I anſwer you right painted cloath, from whence you haue ſtudied your queſtions. You haue a nimble wit; I thinke 'twas made of Attalanta's heeles. Will you ſitte downe with me, and wee two, will raile againſt our Miſtris the world, and all our miſerie. I wil chide no breather in the world but my ſelfe againſt whom I know moſt faults. The worſt fault you haue, is to be in loue. 'Tis a fault I will not change, for your beſt vertue: I am wearie of you. By my troth, I was ſeeking for a Foole, when I found you. He is drown'd in the brooke, looke but in, and you ſhall ſee him. There I ſhal ſee mine owne figure. Which I take to be either a foole, or a Cipher. Ile tarrie no longer with you, farewell good ſignior Loue. I am glad of your departure: Adieu good Monſieur Melancholly. I wil ſpeake to him like a ſawcie Lacky▪ and vnder that habit play the knaue with him, do you hear Forreſter. Verie wel, what would you? I pray you, what i'ſt a clocke? You ſhould aske me what time o' day: there's no clocke in the Forreſt. Then there is no true Louer in the Forreſt, elſe ſighing euerie minute and groaning euerie houre wold detect the lazie foot of time, as wel as a clocke. And why not the ſwift foote of time? Had not that bin as proper? By no meanes ſir; Time trauels in diuers paces, with diuers perſons: Ile tel you who Time ambles withall, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he ſtands ſtil withall. I prethee, who doth he trot withal? Marry he trots hard with a yong maid, between the contract of her marriage, and the day it is ſolemnizd: if the interim be but a ſennight, Times pace is ſo hard, that it ſeemes the length of ſeuen yeare. Who ambles Time withal?