Peele, George / Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1594 [Jan 23 (24); poss. written 1590-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 491 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Demetrius, thou dost overween in all, And so in this, to bear me down with braves, 'Tis not the difference of a year or two Makes me less gracious, or thee more fortunate: I am as able, and as fit, as thou, To serve, and to deserve my Mistress grace, And that my sword upon thee shall approve, And plead my passions for Lauinia's love. Clubs, clubs, these lovers will not keep the peace. Why Boy, although our mother (unadvised) Gave you a dancing Rapier by your side, Are you so desperate grown to threat your friends? Go too: have your Lath glued within your sheath, Till you know better how to handle it. Mean while sir, with the little skill I have, Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare. I Boy, grow ye so brave? Why how now Lords? So near the Emperor's Palace dare you draw, And maintain such a quarrel openly? Full well I wot, the ground of all this grudge. I would not for a million of Gold, The cause were known to them it most concerns. Nor would your noble mother for much more Be so dishonoured in the Court of Rome: For shame put up. Not I, till I have sheathed My rapier in his bosom, and withal Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat, That he hath breathed in my dishonour here. For that I am prepared, and full resolved, Fowl spoken Coward, That thunderest with thy tongue, And with thy weapon nothing darest perform. A way I say. Now by the Gods that warlike Goths adore, This pretty brabble will undo us all: Why Lords, and think you not how dangerous It is to set upon a Prince's right? What is Lavinia then become so lose, Or Bassianus so degenerate, That for her love such quarrels may be broached, Without controlment, justice, or revenge? Young Lords beware, and should the Empress know, This discord ground, the music would not please. I care not I, knew she and all the world, I love Lavinia more than all the world. Youngling, Learn thou to make some meaner choice, Lavinia is thine elder brothers hope. Why are ye mad? Or know ye not in Rome, How furious and impatient they be, And cannot brook Competitors in love? I tell you Lords, you do but plot your deaths, By this device. Aaron, a thousand deaths would I propose, To achieve her whom I do love. To achieve her, how? Why, makest thou it so strange? She is a woman, therefore may be wooed, She is a woman, therefore may be won, She is Lavinia therefore must be loved. What man, more water glideth by the Mill Then wots the Miller of, and easy it is Of a cut loaf to steal a shive we know: Though Bassianus be the Emperor's brother, Better than he have worn Vulcan's badge. I, and as good as Saturnius may.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Demetrius, thou doo'ſt ouer-weene in all, And ſo in this, to beare me downe with braues, 'Tis not the difference of a yeere or two Makes me leſſe gracious, or thee more fortunate: I am as able, and as fit, as thou, To ſerue, and to deſerue my Miſtris grace, And that my ſword vpon thee ſhall approue, And plead my paſſions for Lauinia's loue. Clubs, clubs, theſe louers will not keep the peace. Why Boy, although our mother (vnaduiſed) Gaue you a daunſing Rapier by your ſide, Are you ſo deſperate growne to threat your friends? Goe too: haue your Lath glued within your ſheath, Till you know better how to handle it. Meane while ſir, with the little skill I haue, Full well ſhalt thou perceiue how much I dare. I Boy, grow ye ſo braue? Why how now Lords? So nere the Emperours Pallace dare you draw, And maintaine ſuch a quarrell openly? Full well I wote, the ground of all this grudge. I would not for a million of Gold, The cauſe were knowne to them it moſt concernes. Nor would your noble mother for much more Be ſo diſhonored in the Court of Rome: For ſhame put vp. Not I, till I haue ſheath'd My rapier in his boſome, and withall Thruſt theſe reprochfull ſpeeches downe his throat, That he hath breath'd in my diſhonour heere. For that I am prepar'd, and full reſolu'd, Foule ſpoken Coward, That thundreſt with thy tongue, And with thy weapon nothing dar'ſt performe. A way I ſay. Now by the Gods that warlike Gothes adore, This pretty brabble will vndoo vs all: Why Lords, and thinke you not how dangerous It is to ſet vpon a Princes right? What is Lauinia then become ſo looſe, Or Baſsianus ſo degenerate, That for her loue ſuch quarrels may be broacht, Without controulement, Iuſtice, or reuenge? Young Lords beware, and ſhould the Empreſſe know, This diſcord ground, the muſicke would not pleaſe. I care not I, knew ſhe and all the world, I loue Lauinia more then all the world. Youngling, Learne thou to make ſome meaner choiſe, Lauinia is thine elder brothers hope. Why are ye mad? Or know ye not in Rome, How furious and impatient they be, And cannot brooke Competitors in loue? I tell you Lords, you doe but plot your deaths, By this deuiſe. Aaron, a thouſand deaths would I propoſe, To atchieue her whom I do loue. To atcheive her, how? Why, mak'ſt thou it ſo ſtrange? Shee is a woman, therefore may be woo'd, Shee is a woman, therfore may be wonne, Shee is Lauinia therefore muſt be lou'd. What man, more water glideth by the Mill Then wots the Miller of, and eaſie it is Of a cut loafe to ſteale a ſhiue we know: Though Baſsianus be the Emperours brother, Better then he haue worne Vulcans badge. I, and as good as Saturnius may.