Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Taming of the Shrew · chunk 13 of 41

Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1604] (Annals)
comedy · Pembroke's Men
unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 503 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.

Why sir, I pray are not the streers as free For me, as for you? But so is not she. For what reason I beseech you. For this reason if you'll know, That she's the choice love of Signior Gremio. That she's the chosen of signior Hortensio. Softly my Masters: If you be Gentlemen Do me this right: hear me with patience, Baptista is a noble Gentleman, To whom my Father is not all unknown, And were his daughter fairer than she is, She may more suitors have, and me for one. Fair Leda's daughter had a thousand wooers, Then well one more may fair Bianca have; And so she shall: Lucentio shall make one, Though Paris came, in hope to speed alone. What, this Gentleman will out-talk us all. Sir give him head, I know he'll prove a jade. Hortensio, to what end are all these words? Sir, let me be so bold as ask you, Did you yet ever see Baptista's daughter? No sir, but hear I do that he hath two: The one, as famous for a scolding tongue, As is the other, for beauteous modesty. Sir, sir, the first's for me, let her go by. Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules, And let it be more than Alcides' twelve. Sir understand you this of me (insooth) The youngest daughter whom you harken for, Her father keeps from all access of suitors, And will not promise her to any man, Until the elder sister first be wed. The younger than is free, and nor before. If it be so sir, that you are the man Must steed us all, and me amongst the rest: And if you break the ice, and do this seek, Achieve the elder: set the younger free, For our access, whose hap shall be to have her, Will not so graceless be, to be ingrate. Sir you say well, and well you do conceive, And since you do profess to be a suitor, You must as we do, gratify this Gentleman, To whom we all rest generally beholding. Sir, I shall not be slack, in sign whereof, Please ye we may contrive this afternoon, And quaff carouses to our Mistress health, And do as adversaries do in law, Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. Oh excellent motion: fellows let's be gone. The motions good indeed, and be it so, Petruchio, I shall be your Been venuto. Good sister wrong me not, nor wrong yourself, To make a bondmaide and a slave of me, That I disdain: but for these other goods, Unbind my hands, I'll pull them off myself, Yea all my raiment, to my petticoat, Or what you will command me, will I do, So well I know my duty to my elders. Of all thy suitors here I charge tell Whom thou lov'st best: see thou dissemble not. Believe me sister, of all the men alive, I never yet beheld that special face, Which I could fancy, more than any other.
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PlayThe Taming of the Shrew
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1623
First performance / composition (Annals)1592 [c.1590-1604]
First performance (BritDrama)1592 [1589-1592]
Company (BritDrama)Pembroke's Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 229 · TCP A11954 · DEEP 5081.11
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 679–742 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 41 in this edition
Length503 words · 686 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants at 0.814
Other seedsseed 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)
Why ſir, I pray are not the ſtreers as free For me, as for you? But ſo is not ſhe. For what reaſon I beſeech you. For this reaſon if you'l kno, That ſhe's the choiſe loue of Signior Gremio. That ſhe's the choſen of ſignior Hortenſio. Softly my Maſters: If you be Gentlemen Do me this right: heare me with patience, Baptiſta is a noble Gentleman, To whom my Father is not all vnknowne, And were his daughter fairer then ſhe is, She may more ſutors haue, and me for one. Faire Laedaes daughter had a thouſand wooers, Then well one more may faire Bianca haue; And ſo ſhe ſhall: Lucentio ſhal make one, Though Paris came, in hope to ſpeed alone. What, this Gentleman will out-talke vs all. Sir giue him head, I know hee'l proue a Iade. Hortenſio, to what end are all theſe words? Sir, let me be ſo bold as aske you, Did you yet euer ſee Baptiſtas daughter? No ſir, but heare I do that he hath two: The one, as famous for a ſcolding tongue, As is the other, for beauteous modeſtie. Sir, ſir, the firſt's for me, let her go by. Yea, leaue that labour to great Hercules, And let it be more then Alcides twelue. Sir vnderſtand you this of me (inſooth) The yongeſt daughter whom you hearken for, Her father keepes from all acceſſe of ſutors, And will not promiſe her to any man, Vntill the elder ſiſter firſt be wed. The yonger then is free, and nor before. If it be ſo ſir, that you are the man Muſt ſteed vs all, and me amongſt the reſt: And if you breake the ice, and do this ſeeke, Atchieue the elder: ſet the yonger free, For our acceſſe, whoſe hap ſhall be to haue her, Wil not ſo graceleſſe be, to be ingrate. Sir you ſay wel, and wel you do conceiue, And ſince you do profeſſe to be a ſutor, You muſt as we do, gratifie this Gentleman, To whom we all reſt generally beholding. Sir, I ſhal not be ſlacke, in ſigne whereof, Pleaſe ye we may contriue this afternoone, And quaffe carowſes to our Miſtreſſe health, And do as aduerſaries do in law, Striue mightily, but eate and drinke as friends. Oh excellent motion: fellowes let's be gon. The motions good indeed, and be it ſo, Petruchio, I ſhal be your Been venuto. Good ſiſter wrong me not, nor wrong your ſelf, To make a bondmaide and a ſlaue of mee, That I diſdaine: but for theſe other goods, Vnbinde my hands, Ile pull them off my ſelfe, Yea all my raiment, to my petticoate, Or what you will command me, wil I do, So well I know my dutie to my elders. Of all thy ſutors heere I charge tel Whom thou lou'ſt beſt: ſee thou diſſemble not. Beleeue me ſiſter, of all the men aliue, I neuer yet beheld that ſpeciall face, Which I could fancie, more then any other.