Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.78 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Apprehend Nothing but jollity: the Gods themselves (Humbling their Deities to love) have taken The shapes of Beasts upon them. Iupiter, Became a Bull, and bellowed: the green Neptune A Ram, and bleated: and the Fire-roab'd-God Golden Apollo, a poor humble Swain, As I seem now. Their transformations, Were never for a piece of beauty, rarer, Not in a way so chaste: since my desires Run not before mine honour: nor my Lusts Burn hotter than my Faith. O but Sir, Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis Opposed (as it must be) by th' power of the King: One of these two must be necessities, Which then will speak, that you must change this purpose, Or I my life. Thou dearest Perdita, With these forced thoughts, I prithee darken not The Mirth o' th' Feast: Or I'll be thine (my Fair) Or not my Fathers. For I cannot be Mine own, nor any thing to any, if I be not thine. To this I am most constant, Though destiny say no. Be merry (Gentle) Strangle such thoughts as these, with any thing That you behold the while. Your guests are coming: Lift up your countenance, as it were the day Of celebration of that nuptial, which We two have sworn shall come. O Lady Fortune, Stand you auspicious. See, your Guests approach, Address yourself to entertain them sprightly, And let's be red with mirth. Fie (daughter) when my old wife lived: upon This day, she was both Pantler, Butler, Cook, Both Dame and Servant: Welcomed all: served all, Would sing her song, and dance her turn: now here At upper end o' th' Table; now, i' th' middle: On his shoulder, and his: her face o' fire With labour, and the thing she took to quench it She would to each one sip. You are retired, As if you were a feasted one: and not The Hostess of the meeting: Pray you bid These unknown friends to's welcome, for it is A way to make us better Friends, more known. Come, quench your blushes, and present yourself That which you are, Mistress o' th' Feast. Come on, And bid us welcome to your sheepshearing, As your good flock shall prosper. Sir, welcome: It is my Father's will, I should take on me The Hostesseship o' th' day: you're welcome sir. Give me those Flowers there (Dorcas.) Reverend Sirs, For you, there's Rosemary, and Rue, these keep Seeming, and savour all the Winter long: Grace, and Remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our Shearing. Shepherdess, (A fair one are you:) well you fit our ages With flowers of Winter. Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o' th' season Are our Carnations, and streaked Gilly-vors, (Which some call Nature's bastards) of that kind Our rustic Gardens barren, and I care not To get slips of them. Wherefore (gentle Maiden) Do you neglect them.
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Apprehend Nothing but iollity: the Goddes themſelues (Humbling their Deities to loue) haue taken The ſhapes of Beaſts vpon them. Iupiter, Became a Bull, and bellow'd: the greene Neptune A Ram, and bleated: and the Fire-roab'd-God Golden Apollo, a poore humble Swaine, As I ſeeme now. Their transformations, Were neuer for a peece of beauty, rarer, Not in a way ſo chaſte: ſince my deſires Run not before mine honor: nor my Luſts Burne hotter then my Faith. O but Sir, Your reſolution cannot hold, when 'tis Oppos'd (as it muſt be) by th' powre of the King: One of theſe two muſt be neceſsities, Which then will ſpeake, that you muſt change this purpoſe, Or I my life. Thou deer'ſt Perdita, With theſe forc'd thoughts, I prethee darken not The Mirth o' th' Feaſt: Or Ile be thine (my Faire) Or not my Fathers. For I cannot be Mine owne, nor any thing to any, if I be not thine. To this I am moſt conſtant, Though deſtiny ſay no. Be merry (Gentle) Strangle ſuch thoughts as theſe, with any thing That you behold the while. Your gueſts are comming: Lift vp your countenance, as it were the day Of celebration of that nuptiall, which We two haue ſworne ſhall come. O Lady Fortune, Stand you auſpicious. See, your Gueſts approach, Addreſſe your ſelfe to entertaine them ſprightly, And let's be red with mirth. Fy (daughter) when my old wife liu'd: vpon This day, ſhe was both Pantler, Butler, Cooke, Both Dame and Seruant: Welcom'd all: ſeru'd all, Would ſing her ſong, and dance her turne: now heere At vpper end o' th Table; now, i' th middle: On his ſhoulder, and his: her face o' fire With labour, and the thing ſhe tooke to quench it She would to each one ſip. You are retyred, As if you were a feaſted one: and not The Hoſteſſe of the meeting: Pray you bid Theſe vnknowne friends to's welcome, for it is A way to make vs better Friends, more knowne. Come, quench your bluſhes, and preſent your ſelfe That which you are, Miſtris o' th' Feaſt. Come on, And bid vs welcome to your ſheepe-ſhearing, As your good flocke ſhall proſper. Sir, welcome: It is my Fathers will, I ſhould take on mee The Hoſteſſeſhip o' th' day: you're welcome ſir. Giue me thoſe Flowres there (Dorcas.) Reuerend Sirs, For you, there's Roſemary, and Rue, theſe keepe Seeming, and ſauour all the Winter long: Grace, and Remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our Shearing. Shepherdeſſe, (A faire one are you:) well you fit our ages With flowres of Winter. Sir, the yeare growing ancient, Not yet on ſummers death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter, the fayreſt flowres o' th ſeaſon Are our Carnations, and ſtreak'd Gilly-vors, (Which ſome call Natures baſtards) of that kind Our ruſticke Gardens barren, and I care not To get ſlips of them. Wherefore (gentle Maiden) Do you neglect them.