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 0.81 · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I Love.. Me believe it? You may as soon make her that you Love believe it, which I warrant she is apt to do, then to confess she do's: that is one of the points, in the which women still give the lie to their consciences. But in good sooth, are you he that hangs the verses on the Trees, wherein Rosalind is so admired? I swear to thee youth, by the white hand of Rosalind, I am that he, that unfortunate he. But are you so much in love, as your rhymes speak? Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much. Love is merely a madness, and I tell you, deserves as well a dark house, and a whip, as madmen do: and the reason why they are not so punished and cured, is that the Lunacy is so ordinary, that the whippers are in love too: yet I profess curing it by counsel. Did you ever cure any so? Yes one, and in this manner. He was to imagine me his Love, his Mistress: and I set him every day to woe me. At which time would I, being but a moonish youth, grieve, be effeminate, changeable, longing, and liking, proud, fantastical, apish, shallow, inconstant, full of tears, full of smiles; for every passion something, and for no passion truly any thing, as boys and women are for the most part, cattle of this colour: would now like him, now loathe him: then entertain him, then forswear him: now weep for him, then spit at him; that I drove my Suitor from his mad humour of love, to a living humour of madness, which was to forswear the full stream of the world, and to live in a nook merely Monastic: and thus I cured him, and this way will I take upon me to wash your Liver as clean as a sound sheep's heart, that there shall not be one spot of Love in't. I would not be cured, youth. I would cure you, if you would but call me Rosalind, and come every day to my Coat, and woe me. Now by the faith of my love, I will; Tell me where it is. Go with me to it, and I'll show it you: and by the way, you shall tell me, where in the Forest you live: Will you go? With all my heart, good youth. Nay, you must call me Rosalind: Come sister, will you go? Come apace good Audrey, I will fetch up your Goats, Audrey: and how Audrey am I the man yet? Doth my simple feature content you? Your features, Lord warrant us: what features? I am here with thee, and thy Goats, as the most capricious Poet honest Ovid was among the Goths.
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Faire youth, I would I could make thee beleeue I Loue. Me beleeue it? You may aſſoone make her that you Loue beleeue it, which I warrant ſhe is apter to do, then to confeſſe ſhe do': that is one of the points, in the which women ſtil giue the lie to their conſciences. But in good ſooth, are you he that hangs the verſes on the Trees, wherein Roſalind is ſo admired? I ſweare to thee youth, by the white hand of Roſalind, I am that he, that vnfortunate he. But are you ſo much in loue, as your rimes ſpeak? Neither rime nor reaſon can expreſſe how much. Loue is meerely a madneſſe, and I tel you, deſerues as wel a darke houſe, and a whip, as madmen do: and the reaſon why they are not ſo puniſh'd and cured, is that the Lunacie is ſo ordinarie, that the whippers are in loue too: yet I profeſſe curing it by counſel. Did you euer cure any ſo? Yes one, and in this manner. Hee was to imagine me his Loue, his Miſtris: and I ſet him euerie day to woe me. At which time would I, being but a mooniſh youth, greeue, be effeminate, changeable, longing, and liking, proud, fantaſtical, apiſh, ſhallow, inconſtant, ful of teares, full of ſmiles; for euerie paſſion ſomething, and for no paſſion truly any thing, as boyes and women are for the moſt part, cattle of this colour: would now like him, now loath him: then entertaine him, then forſwear him: now weepe for him, then ſpit at him; that I draue my Sutor from his mad humor of loue, to a liuing humor of madnes, wc was to forſweare the ful ſtream of ye world, and to liue in a nooke meerly Monaſtick: and thus I cur'd him, and this way wil I take vpon mee to waſh your Liuer as cleane as a ſound ſheepes heart, that there ſhal not be one ſpot of Loue in't. I would not be cured, youth. I would cure you, if you would but call me Roſalind, and come euerie day to my Coat, and woe me. Now by the faith of my loue, I will; Tel me where it is. Go with me to it, and Ile ſhew it you: and by the way, you ſhal tell me, where in the Forreſt you liue: Wil you go? With all my heart, good youth. Nay, you muſt call mee Roſalind: Come ſiſter, will you go? Come apace good Audrey, I wil fetch vp your Goates, Audrey: and how Audrey am I the man yet? Doth my ſimple feature content you? Your features, Lord warrant vs: what features? I am heere with thee, and thy Goats, as the moſt capricious Poet honeſt Ouid was among the Gothes.