Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Taming of the Shrew · chunk 38 of 41

Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1604] (Annals)
comedy · Pembroke's Men
T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.70 · 500 words

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

His name, as if I knew not his name: I have brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his name is Tronio. Away, away mad ass, his name is Lucentio, and he is mine only son and heir to the Lands of me signior Vincentio. Lucentio: oh he hath murdered his Master; lay hold on him I charge you in the Duke's name: oh my son, my son: tell me thou villain, where is my son Lucentio? Call forth an officer: Carry this mad knave to the jail: father Baptista, I charge you see that he be forth coming. Carry me to the jail? Stay officer, he shall not go to prison. Talk not signior Gremio: I say he shall go to prison. Take heed signior Baptista, lest you be cony-catched in this business: I dare swear this is the right Vincentio. Swear if thou darest. Nay, I dare not swear it. Then thou wert best say that I am not Lucentio. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio. Away with the dotard, to the jail with him. Thus strangers may be hailed and abused: oh monstrous villain. Oh we are spoiled, and yonder he is, deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. Pardon sweet father. Lives my sweet son? Pardon dear father. How hast thou offended, where is Lucentio? Here's Lucentio, right son to the right Vincentio, That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, While counterfeit supposes bleared thine eine. Here's packing with a witness to deceive us all. Where is that damned villain Tranio, That faced and braved me in this matter so? Why, tell me is not this my Cambio? Cambio is changed into Lucentio. Love's wrought these miracles. Biancas love Made me exchange my state with Tranio, While he did bear my countenance in the town, And happily I have arrived at the last Unto the wished haven of my bliss: What Tranio did, myself enforced him to; Then pardon him sweet Father for my sake. I'll slit the villain's nose that would have sent me to the jail. But do you hear sir, have you married my daughter without ask my good will? Fear not Baptista, we will content you, go to: but I will in to be revenged for this villainy. And I to sound the depth of this knavery. Look not pale Bianca, thy father will not frown. My cake is dough but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast. Husband let's follow, to see the end of this ado. First kiss me Kate, and we will. What in the midst of the street? What art thou ashamed of me? more sir, God forbidden, but ashamed to kiss. Why then let's home again: Come Sirrah let's away. Nay, I will give thee a kiss, now pray thee Love stay. Is not this well? come my sweet Kate. Better once then never, for never to late.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 2087–2136 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 38 of 41 in this edition
Length500 words · 667 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.699 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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)
His name, as if I knew not his name: I haue brought him vp euer ſince he was three yeeres old, and his name is Tronio. Awaie, awaie mad aſſe, his name is Lucentio, and he is mine onelie ſonne and heire to the Lands of me ſignior Vincentio. Lucentio: oh he hath murdred his Maſter; laie hold on him I charge you in the Dukes name: oh my ſonne, my ſonne: tell me thou villaine, where is my ſon Lucentio? Call forth an officer: Carrie this mad knaue to the Iaile: father Baptiſta, I charge you ſee that hee be forth comming. Carrie me to the Iaile? Staie officer, he ſhall not go to priſon. Talke not ſignior Gremio: I ſaie he ſhall goe to priſon. Take heede ſignior Baptiſta, leaſt you be conicatcht in this buſineſſe: I dare ſweare this is the right Vincentio. Sweare if thou dar'ſt. Naie, I dare not ſweare it. Then thou wert beſt ſaie that I am not Lucentio. Yes, I know thee to be ſignior Lucentio. Awaie with the dotard, to the Iaile with him. Thus ſtrangers may be haild and abuſd: oh monſtrous villaine. Oh we are ſpoil'd, and yonder he is, denie him, forſweare him, or elſe we are all vndone. Pardon ſweete father. Liues my ſweete ſonne? Pardon deere father. How haſt thou offended, where is Lucentio? Here's Lucentio, right ſonne to the right Ʋincentio, That haue by marriage made thy daughter mine, While counterfeit ſuppoſes bleer'd thine eine. Here's packing with a witneſſe to deceiue vs all. Where is that damned villaine Tranio, That fac'd and braued me in this matter ſo? Why, tell me is not this my Cambio? Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio. Loue wrought theſe miracles. Biancas loue Made me exchange my ſtate with Tranio, While he did beare my countenance in the towne, And happilie I haue arriued at the laſt Vnto the wiſhed hauen of my bliſſe: What Tranio did, my ſelfe enforſt him to; Then pardon him ſweete Father for my ſake. Ile ſlit the villaines noſe that would haue ſent me to the Iaile. But doe you heare ſir, haue you married my daughter without asking my good will? Feare not Baptiſta, we will content you, goe to: but I will in to be reueng'd for this villanie. And I to ſound the depth of this knauerie. Looke not pale Bianca, thy father will not frown. My cake is dough but Ile in among the reſt, Out of hope of all, but my ſhare of the feaſt. Husband let's follow, to ſee the end of this adoe. Firſt kiſſe me Kate, and we will. What in the midſt of the ſtreete? What art thou aſham'd of me? Mo ſir, God forbid, but aſham'd to kiſſe. Why then let's home againe: Come Sirra let's awaie. Nay, I will giue thee a kiſſe, now praie thee Loue ſtaie. Is not this well? come my ſweete Kate. Better once then neuer, for neuer to late.