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 · 534 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Dear Lad, believe it; For they shall yet belie thy happy years, That say thou art a man: Diana's lip Is not more smooth, and rubious: thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ, shrill, and sound, And all is semblative a woman's part. I know thy constellation is right apt For this affair: some four or five attend him, All if you will: for I myself am best When least in company: prosper well in this, And thou shalt live as freely as thy Lord, To call his fortunes thine. I'll do my best To woe your Lady: yet a barrefull strife, Who ere I woe, myself would be his wife. Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter, in way of thy excuse: my Lady will hang thee for thy absence. Let her hang me: he that is well hang'de in this world, needs to fear no colours. Make that good. He shall see none to fear. A good lenten answer: I can tell thee where that saying was borne, of I fear no colours. Where good mistress Mary? In the wars, & that may you be bold to say in your foolery. Well, God give them wisdom that have it: & those that are fools, let them use their talents. Yet you will be hanged for being so long absent, or to be turned away: is not that as good as a hanging to you? Many a good hanging, prevents a bad marriage: and for turning away, let summer bear it out. You are resolute then? Not so neither, but I am resolved on two points That if one break, the other will hold: or if both break, your gaskins fall. Apt in good faith, very apt: well go thy way, if sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh, as any in Illyria. Peace you rogue, no more o' that: here comes my Lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good fooling: those wits that think they have thee, do very oft prove fools: and I that am sure I Iacke thee, may pass for a wise man. For what says Quinapalus, Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit. God bless thee Lady. Take the fool away. Do you not hear fellows, take away the Lady. Go too, ye are a dry fool: I'll no more of you: besides you grow dishonest. Two faults Madonna, that drink & good counsel will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is the fool not dry: bid the dishonest man mend himself, if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if he cannot, let the Butcher mend him: any thing that's mended, is but patched: virtue that transgresses, is but patched with sin, and sin that amends, is but patched with virtue. If that this simple syllogism will serve, so: if it will not, what remedy? As there is no true Cuckold but calamity, so beauties a flower; The Lady bade take away the fool, therefore I say again, take her away.
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Deere Lad, beleeue it; For they ſhall yet belye thy happy yeeres, That ſay thou art a man: Dianas lip Is not more ſmooth, and rubious: thy ſmall pipe Is as the maidens organ, ſhrill, and ſound, And all is ſemblatiue a womans part. I know thy conſtellation is right apt For this affayre: ſome foure or fiue attend him, All if you will: for I my ſelfe am beſt When leaſt in companie: proſper well in this, And thou ſhalt liue as freely as thy Lord, To call his fortunes thine. Ile do my beſt To woe your Lady: yet a barrefull ſtrife, Who ere I woe, my ſelfe would be his wife. Nay, either tell me where thou haſt bin, or I will not open my lippes ſo wide as a briſsle may enter, in way of thy excuſe: my Lady will hang thee for thy abſence. Let her hang me: hee that is well hang'de in this world, needs to feare no colours. Make that good. He ſhall ſee none to feare. A good lenton anſwer: I can tell thee where yt ſaying was borne, of I feare no colours. Where good miſtris Mary? In the warrs, & that may you be bolde to ſay in your foolerie. Well, God giue them wiſedome that haue it: & thoſe that are fooles, let them vſe their talents. Yet you will be hang'd for being ſo long abſent, or to be turn'd away: is not that as good as a hanging to you? Many a good hanging, preuents a bad marriage: and for turning away, let ſummer beare it out. You are reſolute then? Not ſo neyther, but I am reſolu'd on two points That if one breake, the other will hold: or if both breake, your gaskins fall. Apt in good faith, very apt: well go thy way, if ſir Toby would leaue drinking, thou wert as witty a piece of Eues fleſh, as any in Illyria. Peace you rogue, no more o' that: here comes my Lady: make your excuſe wiſely, you were beſt. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good fooling: thoſe wits that thinke they haue thee, doe very oft proue fooles: and I that am ſure I Iacke thee, may paſſe for a wiſe man. For what ſaies Quinapalus, Better a witty foole, then a fooliſh wit. God bleſſe thee Lady. Take the foole away. Do you not heare fellowes, take away the Ladie. Go too, y' are a dry foole: Ile no more of you: beſides you grow diſ-honeſt. Two faults Madona, that drinke & good counſell wil amend: for giue the dry foole drink, then is the foole not dry: bid the diſhoneſt man mend himſelf, if he mend, he is no longer diſhoneſt; if hee cannot, let the Botcher mend him: any thing that's mended, is but patch'd: vertu that tranſgreſſes, is but patcht with ſinne, and ſin that amends, is but patcht with vertue. If that this ſimple Sillogiſme will ſerue, ſo: if it will not, vvhat remedy? As there is no true Cuckold but calamity, ſo beauties a flower; The Lady bad take away the foole, therefore I ſay againe, take her away.