SONNET 57
Being your slave, what should I do but tendUpon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time* at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
SONNET 57 | PARAPHRASE | |
Being your slave, what should I do but tend | Being your slave, what should I do but wait | |
Upon the hours and times of your desire? | Upon whenever you desire something? | |
I have no precious time at all to spend, | I have nothing to do with my time, | |
Nor services to do, till you require. | No services to perform, until you ask me. | |
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour | Nor do I dare get angry at the tediously slow hours | |
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, | While I watch the clock for you, | |
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour | Nor do I dare think bitterly about your absence | |
When you have bid your servant once adieu; | When you have bid your slave (me) goodbye; | |
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought | Nor dare I question with my jealous thoughts | |
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, | Where you may be, or what you could be doing, | |
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought | But, like a sad slave I wait and think of nothing | |
Save, where you are how happy you make those. | But how happy the people must be around you. | |
So true a fool is love that in your will, | So loyal a fool is love that, in whatever your choice of action, | |
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill. | You may do anything you desire, and he [love] thinks no evil of you. |
precious time (3) ] i.e., no time of any value but the time I spend serving you. in your will (13) ] A play on the word 'will', stressed in the original manuscript as 'Will', for William Shakespeare himself.
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