Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
By and by: When from the first to last betwixt us two, Tears our recountments had most kindly bathed, As how I came into that Desert place. I brief, he led me to the gentle Duke, Who gave me fresh array, and entertainment, Committing me unto my brother's love, Who led me instantly unto his Cave, There stripped himself, and here upon his arm The lioness had torn some flesh away, Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted, And cried in fainting upon Rosalinde. Brief, I recovered him, bound up his wound, And after some small space, being strong at heart, He sent me hither, stranger as I am To tell this story, that you might excuse His broken promise, and to give this napkin Died in this blood, unto the Shepherd youth, That he in sport doth call his Rosalind. Why how now Ganymede, sweet Ganymede. Many will swoon when they do look on blood. There is more in it; Cousin Ganymede. Look, he recovers. I would I were at home. we'll lead you thither: I pray you will you take him, by the arm. Be of good cheer youth: you a man? You lack a man's heart. I do so, I confess it: Ah, sirrah, a body would think this was well counterfeited, I pray you tell your brother how well I counterfeited: heigh-ho. This was not counterfeit, there is too great testimony in your complexion, that it was a passion of earnest. Counterfeit, I assure you. Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to be a man. So I do: but i'faith, I should have been a woman by right. Come, you look paler and paler: pray you draw homewards: good sir, go with us. That will I: for I must bear answer back How you excuse my brother, Rosalind. I shall device: something: but I pray you commend my counterfeiting to him: will you go? We shall find a time Awdrie, patience gentle Awdrie. Faith the Priest was good enough, for all the old gentleman's saying. A most wicked Sir Oliver, Awdrie, a most vile Mar-text. But Awdrie, there is a youth here in the Forest lays claim to you. I, I know who 'tis: he hath no interest in me in the world: here comes the man you mean. It is meat and drink to me to see a Clown, by my troth, we that have good wits, have much to answer for: we shall be flouting: we cannot hold. Good even Audrey. God ye good even William. And good even to you Sir. Good even gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy head: Nay prithee be eouered. How old are you Friend? Five and twenty Sir. A ripe age: Is thy name William? William, sir. A fair name. Was't borne i' th' Forest here? I sir, I thank God. Thank God: A good answer: Art rich? I'faith sir, so, so.
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By and by: When from the firſt to laſt betwixt vs two, Teares our recountments had moſt kindely bath'd, As how I came into that Deſert place. I briefe, he led me to the gentle Duke, Who gaue me freſh aray, and entertainment, Committing me vnto my brothers loue, Who led me inſtantly vnto his Caue, There ſtript himſelfe, and heere vpon his arme The Lyonneſſe had torne ſome fleſh away, Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted, And cride in fainting vpon Roſalinde. Briefe, I recouer'd him, bound vp his wound, And after ſome ſmall ſpace, being ſtrong at heart, He ſent me hither, ſtranger as I am To tell this ſtory, that you might excuſe His broken promiſe, and to giue this napkin Died in this bloud, vnto the Shepheard youth, That he in ſport doth call his Roſalind. Why how now Ganimed, ſweet Ganimed. Many will ſwoon when they do look on bloud. There is more in it; Coſen Ganimed. Looke, he recouers. I would I were at home. Wee'll lead you thither: I pray you will you take him, by the arme. Be of good cheere youth: you a man? You lacke a mans heart. I doe ſo, I confeſſe it: Ah, ſirra, a body would thinke this was well counterfeited, I pray you tell your brother how well I counterfeited: heigh-ho. This was not counterfeit, there is too great teſtimony in your complexion, that it was a paſſion of earneſt. Counterfeit, I aſſure you. Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to be a man. So I doe: but yfaith, I ſhould haue beene a woman by right. Come, you looke paler and paler: pray you draw homewards: good ſir, goe with vs. That will I: for I muſt beare anſwere backe How you excuſe my brother, Roſalind. I ſhall deuiſe: ſomething: but I pray you commend my counterfeiting to him: will you goe? We ſhall finde a time Awdrie, patience gentle Awdrie. Faith the Prieſt was good enough, for all the olde gentlemans ſaying. A moſt wicked Sir Oliuer, Awdrie, a moſt vile Mar-text. But Awdrie, there is a youth heere in the Forreſt layes claime to you. I, I know who 'tis: he hath no intereſt in mee in the world: here comes the man you meane. It is meat and drinke to me to ſee a Clowne, by my troth, we that haue good wits, haue much to anſwer for: we ſhall be flouting: we cannot hold. Good eu'n Audrey. God ye good eu'n William. And good eu'n to you Sir. Good eu'n gentle friend. Couer thy head, couer thy head: Nay prethee bee eouer'd. How olde are you Friend? Fiue and twentie Sir. A ripe age: Is thy name William? William, ſir. A faire name. Was't borne i' th Forreſt heere? I ſir, I thanke God. Thanke God: A good anſwer: Art rich? 'Faith ſir, ſo, ſo.