Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1609 [c.1608-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Madam, here is a Letter from my Lord. Who, thy Lord? That is my Lord Leonatus? Oh, learned indeed were that Astronomer That knew the Stars, as I his Characters, Heeled lay the Future open. You good Gods, Let what is here contained, relish of Love, Of my Lord's health, of his content: yet not That we two are asunder, let that grieve him; Some griefs are medcinable, that is one of them, For it doth physic Love, of his content, All but in that. Good Wax, thy leave: blessed be You Bees that make these Locks of counsel. Lovers, And men in dangerous Bonds pray not alike, Though Forfeytours you cast in prison, yet You clasp young Cupid's Tables: good News Gods. IVstice, and your Fathers wrath (should he take me in his Dominion) could not be so cruell to me, as you: (oh the deerest of Creatures) would euen renew me with your eyes. Take notic I am in Cambria at Milford-Hauen: what your owne Loue, will out of this aduise you, follow. So he wishes you all happinesse, that remaines loyall to his Vow, and your encreasing in Loue. Leonatus-Posthumus. Oh for a Horse with wings: Hearest thou Pisanio? He is at Milford-haven: Read, and tell me How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs May plod it in a week, why may not I Glide thither in a day? Then true Pisanio, Who longest like me, to see thy Lord; who longest (Oh let me bate) but not like me: yet longest But in a fainter kind. Oh not like me: For mine's beyond, beyond: say, and speak thick (Love's Counsellor should fill the bores of hearing, To ' th' smothering of the Sense) how far it is To this same blessed Milford. And by ' th' way Tell me how Wales: was made so happy, as T'inherit such a Haven. But first of all, How we may steal from hence: nd for the gap That we shall make in Time, from our hence-going, And our return, to excuse: but first, how get hence. Why should excuse be borne or ere begot? we'll talk of that hereafter. Prithee speak, How many store of Miles may we well rid Twixt hour, and hour? One score 'twixt Sun, and Sun, Madam's enough for you: and too much too. Why, one that road to's Execution Man, Can never go so slow: I have heard of Riding wagers, Where Horses have been nimbler than the Sands That run i' th' Clocks behalf. But this is Foolrie, Go, bid my Woman feign a Sickness, say She'll home to her Father; and provide me presently A Riding Suit: No costlier than would fit A Franklins' Huswife. Madam, you're best consider. I see before me (Man) nor here, not here; Nor what ensues but have a Fog in them That I cannot look through. Away, I prithee, Do as I bid thee: There's no more to say: Accessible is none but Milford way.
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Madam, heere is a Letter from my Lord. Who, thy Lord? That is my Lord Leonatus? Oh, learn'd indeed were that Aſtronomer That knew the Starres, as I his Characters, Heel'd lay the Future open. You good Gods, Let what is heere contain'd, relliſh of Loue, Of my Lords health, of his content: yet not That we two are aſunder, let that grieue him; Some griefes are medcinable, that is one of them, For it doth phyſicke Loue, of his content, All but in that. Good Wax, thy leaue: bleſt be You Bees that make theſe Lockes of counſaile. Louers, And men in dangerous Bondes pray not alike, Though Forfeytours you caſt in priſon, yet You claſpe young Cupids Tables: good Newes Gods. IVſtice, and your Fathers wrath (ſhould he take me in his Dominion) could not be ſo cruell to me, as you: (oh the deerest of Creatures) would euen renew me with your eyes. Take notic I am in Cambria at Milford-Hauen: what your owne Loue, will out of this aduiſe you, follow. So he wiſhes you all happineſſe, that remaines loyall to his Vow, and your encreaſing in Loue. Leonatus-Poſthumus. Oh for a Horſe with wings: Hear'ſt thou Piſanio? He is at Milford-Hauen: Read, and tell me How farre 'tis thither. If one of meane affaires May plod it in a weeke, why may not I Glide thither in a day? Then true Piſanio, Who long'ſt like me, to ſee thy Lord; who long'ſt (Oh let me bate) but not like me: yet long'ſt But in a fainter kinde. Oh not like me: For mine's beyond, beyond: ſay, and ſpeake thicke (Loues Counſailor ſhould fill the bores of hearing, To' th' ſmothering of the Senſe) how farre it is To this ſame bleſſed Milford. And by' th' way Tell me how Wales: was made ſo happy, as T'inherite ſuch a Hauen. But firſt of all, How we may ſteale from hence: nd for the gap That we ſhall make in Time, from our hence-going, And our returne, to excuſe: but firſt, how get hence. Why ſhould excuſe be borne or ere begot? Weele talke of that heereafter. Prythee ſpeake, How many ſtore of Miles may we well rid Twixt houre, and houre? One ſcore 'twixt Sun, and Sun, Madam's enough for you: and too much too. Why, one that rode to's Excution Man, Could neuer go ſo ſlow: I haue heard of Riding wagers, Where Horſes haue bin nimbler then the Sands That run i' th' Clocks behalfe. But this is Foolrie, Go, bid my Woman faigne a Sickneſſe, ſay She'le home to her Father; and prouide me preſently A Riding Suit: No coſtlier then would fit A Franklins Huſwife. Madam, you're beſt conſider. I ſee before me (Man) nor heere, not heere; Nor what enſues but haue a Fog in them That I cannot looke through. Away, I prythee, Do as I bid thee: There's no more to ſay: Acceſſible is none but Milford way.