Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 468 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I prithee, pretty youth, let me better acquainted with thee. They say you are a melancholy fellow. I am so: I do love it better than laughing. Those that are in extremity of either, are abominable fellows, and betray themselves to every modern censure, worse than drunkards. Why, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing. Why then 'tis good to be a post. I have neither the Scholars melancholy, which is emulation: nor the Musicians, which is fantastical; nor the Courtiers, which is proud: nor the Soldiers, which is ambitious: nor the Lawyers, which is politic: nor the Ladies, which is nice: nor the Lovers, which is all these: but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which by often rumination, wraps me in a most humorous sadness. A traveler: by my faith you have great reason to be sad: I fear you have sold your own Lands, to see other men's; then to have seen much, and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands. Yes, I have gained my experience. And your experience makes you sad: I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad, and to travail for it too. Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind. Nay then God buy you, and you talk in blank verse. Farewell Mounsieur Traveler: look you lisp, and wear strange suits; disable all the benefits of your own Country: be out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are; or I will scarce think you have swum in a Gundello. Why how now Orlando, where have you been all this while? you a lover? and you serve me such another trick, never come in my sight more. My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my promise. Break an hours promise in love? he that will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and break but a part of the thousand part of a minute in the affairs of love, it may be said of him that Cupid hath clapped him o'th' shoulder, but I'll warrant him heart hole. Pardon me dear Rosalind. Nay, and you be so tardy, come no more in my sight, I had as lief be wooed of a Snail. Of a Snail? I, of a Snail: for though he comes slowly, he carries his house on his head; a better jointure I think than you make a woman: besides, he brings his destiny with him. What's that? Why horns: w r such as you are fain to be beholding to your wives for: but he comes armed in his fortune, and prevents the slander of his wife.
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I prethee, pretty youth, let me better acquainted with thee. They ſay you are a melancholly fellow. I am ſo: I doe loue it better then laughing. Thoſe that are in extremity of either, are abhominable fellowes, and betray themſelues to euery moderne cenſure, worſe then drunkards. Why, 'tis good to be ſad and ſay nothing. Why then 'tis good to be a poſte. I haue neither the Schollers melancholy, which is emulation: nor the Muſitians, which is fantaſticall; nor the Courtiers, which is proud: nor the Souldiers, which is ambitious: nor the Lawiers, which is politick: nor the Ladies, which is nice: nor the Louers, which is all theſe: but it is a melancholy of mine owne, compounded of many ſimples, extracted from many obiects, and indeed the ſundrie contemplation of my trauells, in which by often rumination, wraps me in a moſt humorous ſadneſſe. A Traueller: by my faith you haue great reaſon to be ſad: I feare you haue ſold your owne Lands, to ſee other mens; then to haue ſeene much, and to haue nothing, is to haue rich eyes and poore hands. Yes, I haue gain'd my experience. And your experience makes you ſad: I had rather haue a foole to make me merrie, then experience to make me ſad, and to trauaile for it too. Good day, and happineſſe, deere Roſalind. Nay then God buy you, and you talke in blanke verſe. Farewell Mounſieur Trauellor: looke you liſpe, and weare ſtrange ſuites; diſable all the benefits of your owne Countrie: be out of loue with your natiuitie, and almoſt chide God for making you that countenance you are; or I will ſcarce thinke you haue ſwam in a Gundello. Why how now Orlando, where haue you bin all this while? you a louer? and you ſerue me ſuch another tricke, neuer come in my ſight more. My faire Roſalind, I come within an houre of my promiſe. Breake an houres promiſe in loue? hee that will diuide a minute into a thouſand parts, and breake but a part of the thouſand part of a minute in the affairs of loue, it may be ſaid of him that Cupid hath clapt him oth' ſhoulder, but Ile warrant him heart hole. Pardon me deere Roſalind. Nay, and you be ſo tardie, come no more in my ſight, I had as liefe be woo'd of a Snaile. Of a Snaile? I, of a Snaile: for though he comes ſlowly, hee carries his houſe on his head; a better ioyncture I thinke then you make a woman: beſides, he brings his deſtinie with him. What's that? Why hornes: wr ſuch as you are faine to be beholding to your wiues for: but he comes armed in his fortune, and preuents the ſlander of his wife.