Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
IF Music be the food of Love, play on, Give me excess of it: that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so dye. That strain again, it had a dying fall: O, it came over my ear, like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of Violets; Stealing, and giving Odour. Enough, no more, 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. O spirit of Love, how quick and fresh art thou, That notwithstanding thy capacity, receiveth as the Sea. Nought enters there, Of what validity, and pitch so ere, But falls into abatement, and low price Even in a minute; so full of shapes is fancy, That it alone, is high fantastical. Will you go hunt my Lord? What Curio? The Hart. Why so I do, the Noblest that I have: O when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Me thought she purged the air of pestilence; That instant was I turned into a Hart, And my desires like fell and cruel hounds, Ere since pursue me. How now what news from her? So please my Lord, I might not be admitted, But from her handmaid do return this answer: The Element itself, till seven years' heat, Shall not behold her face at ample view: But like a Cloystresse she will veiled walk, And water once a day her Chamber round With eye-offending brine: all this to season A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh And lasting, in her sad remembrance. O she that hath a heart of that fine frame To pay this debt of love but to a brother, How will she love, when the rich golden shaft Hath killed the flock of all affections else That live in her. When Liver, Brain, and Heart, These sovereign thrones, are all supplied and filled Her sweet perfections with oneself king: Away before me, to sweet beds of Flowers, Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopyed with bowers. What Country (Friends) is this? This is Illyria Lady. And what should I do in Illyria? My brother he is in Elysium, Perchance he is not drowned: What think you sailors? It is perchance that you yourself were saved. O my poor brother, and so perchance may he be. True Madam, and to comfort you with chance, Assure yourself, after our ship did split, When you, and those poor number saved with you, Hung on our driving boat: I saw your brother Most provident in peril, bind himself, (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) To a strong Mast, that lived upon the sea: Where like Orion on the Dolphines back, I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves, So long as I could see. For saying so, there's Gold: Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope, Whereto thy speech serves for authority The like of him. knowst thou this Country? I Madam well, for I was bred and borne Not three hours' travail from this very place: Who governs here? A noble Duke in nature, as in name. What is his name?
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IF Muſicke be the food of Loue, play on, Giue me exceſſe of it: that ſurfetting, The appetite may ſicken, and ſo dye. That ſtraine agen, it had a dying fall: O, it came ore my eare, like the ſweet ſound That breathes vpon a banke of Violets; Stealing, and giuing Odour. Enough, no more, 'Tis not ſo ſweet now, as it was before. O ſpirit of Loue, how quicke and freſh art thou, That notwithſtanding thy capacitie, Receiueth as the Sea. Nought enters there, Of what validity, and pitch ſo ere, But falles into abatement, and low price Euen in a minute; ſo full of ſhapes is fancie, That it alone, is high fantaſticall. Will you go hunt my Lord? What Curio? The Hart. Why ſo I do, the Nobleſt that I haue: O when mine eyes did ſee Oliuia firſt, Me thought ſhe purg'd the ayre of peſtilence; That inſtant was I turn'd into a Hart, And my deſires like fell and cruell hounds, Ere ſince purſue me. How now what newes from her? So pleaſe my Lord, I might not be admitted, But from her handmaid do returne this anſwer: The Element it ſelfe, till ſeuen yeares heate, Shall not behold her face at ample view: But like a Cloyſtreſſe ſhe will vailed walke, And water once a day her Chamber round With eye-offending brine: all this to ſeaſon A brothers dead loue, which ſhe would keepe freſh And laſting, in her ſad remembrance. O ſhe that hath a heart of that fine frame To pay this debt of loue but to a brother, How will ſhe loue, when the rich golden ſhaft Hath kill'd the flocke of all affections elſe That liue in her. When Liuer, Braine, and Heart, Theſe ſoueraigne thrones, are all ſupply'd and fill'd Her ſweete perfections with one ſelfe king: Away before me, to ſweet beds of Flowres, Loue-thoughts lye rich, when canopy'd with bowres. What Country (Friends) is this? This is Illyria Ladie. And what ſhould I do in Illyria? My brother he is in Elizium, Perchance he is not drown'd: What thinke you ſaylors? It is perchance that you your ſelfe were ſaued. O my poore brother, and ſo perchance may he be. True Madam, and to comfort you with chance, Aſſure your ſelfe, after our ſhip did ſplit, When you, and thoſe poore number ſaued with you, Hung on our driuing boate: I ſaw your brother Moſt prouident in perill, binde himſelfe, (Courage and hope both teaching him the practiſe) To a ſtrong Maſte, that liu'd vpon the ſea: Where like Orion on the Dolphines backe, I ſaw him hold acquaintance with the waues, So long as I could ſee. For ſaying ſo, there's Gold: Mine owne eſcape vnfoldeth to my hope, Whereto thy ſpeech ſerues for authoritie The like of him. Know'ſt thou this Countrey? I Madam well, for I was bred and borne Not three houres trauaile from this very place: Who gouernes heere? A noble Duke in nature, as in name. What is his name?