Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1591] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 532 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet, But thou shalt have: and creep time ne'er so slow, Yet it shall come, for me to do thee good. I had a thing to say, but let it go: The Sun is in the heaven, and the proud day, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton, and too full of gauds To give me audience: If the midnight bell Did with his iron tongue, and brazen mouth Sound on into the drowsy race of night: If this same were a Churchyard where we stand, And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs: Or if that surly spirit melancholy Had baked thy blood, and made it heavy, thick, Which else runs tickling up and down the veins, Making that idiot laughter keep men's eyes, And strain their cheeks to idle merriment, A passion hateful to my purposes: Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes, Hear me without thine ears, and make reply Without a tongue, using conceit alone, Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words: Then, in despite of brooded watchful day, I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts: But (ah) I will not, yet I love thee well, And by my troth I think thou lov'st me well. So well, that what you bid me undertake, Though that my death were adjunct to my Act, By heaven I would do it. Do not I know thou wouldst? Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert throw thine eye On you young boy: I'll tell thee what my friend, He is a very serpent in my way, And whatsoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, He lies before me: dost thou understand me? Thou art his keeper. And I'll keep him so, That he shall not offend your Majesty. Death. My Lord. A Grave. He shall not live. Enough. I could be merry now, Hubert, I love thee. Well, I'll not say what I intent for thee: Remember: Madam, Far you well, I'll send those powers o'er to your Majesty. My blessing go with thee. For England Cousin, go. Hubert shall be your man, attend on you Withal true duty: On toward Calais, hoa. So by a roaring Tempest on the flood, A whole Armado of convicted sail Is scattered and disjoined from fellowship. Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well. What can go well, when we have run so ill? Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers lost? Arthur ta'en prisoner? diverse dear friends slain? And bloody England into England gone, Ore-bearing interruption spite of France? What he hath won, that hath he fortified: So hot a speed, with such advice disposed, Such temperate order in so fierce a cause, Doth want example: who hath read, or heard Of any kindred-action like to this? Well could I bear that England had this praise, So we could find some pattern of our shame: Look who comes here? a grave unto a soul, Holding th' eternal spirit against her will, In the vild prison of afflicted breath: I prithee Lady go away with me. Lo; now: now see the issue of your peace. Patience good Lady, comfort gentle Constance.
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Good friend, thou haſt no cauſe to ſay ſo yet, But thou ſhalt haue: and creepe time nere ſo ſlow, Yet it ſhall come, for me to doe thee good. I had a thing to ſay, but let it goe: The Sunne is in the heauen, and the proud day, Attended with the pleaſures of the world, Is all too wanton, and too full of gawdes To giue me audience: If the mid-night bell Did with his yron tongue, and brazen mouth Sound on into the drowzie race of night: If this ſame were a Church-yard where we ſtand, And thou poſſeſſed with a thouſand wrongs: Or if that ſurly ſpirit melancholy Had bak'd thy bloud, and made it heauy, thicke, Which elſe runnes tickling vp and downe the veines, Making that idiot laughter keepe mens eyes, And ſtraine their cheekes to idle merriment, A paſſion hatefull to my purpoſes: Or if that thou couldſt ſee me without eyes, Heare me without thine eares, and make reply Without a tongue, vſing conceit alone, Without eyes, eares, and harmefull ſound of words: Then, in deſpight of brooded watchfull day, I would into thy boſome poure my thoughts: But (ah) I will not, yet I loue thee well, And by my troth I thinke thou lou'ſt me well. So well, that what you bid me vndertake, Though that my death were adiunct to my Act, By heauen I would doe it. Doe not I know thou wouldſt? Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert throw thine eye On you young boy: Ile tell thee what my friend, He is a very ſerpent in my way, And whereſoere this foot of mine doth tread, He lies before me: doſt thou vnderſtand me? Thou art his keeper. And Ile keepe him ſo, That he ſhall not offend your Maieſty. Death. My Lord. A Graue. He ſhall not liue. Enough. I could be merry now, Hubert, I loue thee. Well, Ile not ſay what I intend for thee: Remember: Madam, Fare you well, Ile ſend thoſe powers o're to your Maieſty. My bleſſing goe with thee. For England Coſen, goe. Hubert ſhall be your man, attend on you Withal true duetie: On toward Callice, hoa. So by a roaring Tempeſt on the flood, A whole Armado of conuicted ſaile Is ſcattered and diſ-ioyn'd from fellowſhip. Courage and comfort, all ſhall yet goe well. What can goe well, when we haue runne ſo ill? Are we not beaten? Is not Angiers loſt? Arthur tane priſoner? diuers deere friends ſlaine? And bloudy England into England gone, Ore-bearing interruption ſpight of France? What he hath won, that hath he fortified: So hot a ſpeed, with ſuch aduice diſpos'd, Such temperate order in ſo fierce a cauſe, Doth want example: who hath read, or heard Of any kindred-action like to this? Well could I beare that England had this praiſe, So we could finde ſome patterne of our ſhame: Looke who comes heere? a graue vnto a ſoule, Holding th' eternall ſpirit againſt her will, In the vilde priſon of afflicted breath: I prethee Lady goe away with me. Lo; now: now ſee the iſſue of your peace. Patience good Lady, comfort gentle Conſtance.