Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Taming of the Shrew · chunk 14 of 41

Shakespeare, William · published 1631 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1604] (Annals)
comedy · Pembroke's Men · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T54 Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mo · 484 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.

Minion thou liest: It's not Hortensio? If thou affect him sister, here I swear I'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him. Oh then belike you fancy riches more. You will have Gremio to keep you fair. Is it for him you do envy me so? Nay then you jest, and now I well perceive You have but jested with me all this while: I pray thee sister Kate unite my hands. If that be jest, than all the rest was so. Why how now Dame, whence grows this insolence? Bianca, stand aside, poor Girl she weeps: Go ply the needle, meddle not with her. For shame thou hilding of a devilish spirit, Why dost thou wrong her, that did ne'er wrong thee? When did she cross thee with a bitter word? Her silence flouts me, and I'll be revenged. What in my sight? Bianca get thee in. What will you not suffer me: Nay now I see She is your treasure, she must have a husband, I must dance barefoot on her wedding day, And for your love to her, lead Apes in hell. Talk not to me, I will go sit and weep, Till I can find occasion of revenge. Was ever Gentleman thus grieved as I? But who comes here. Good morrow neighbour Baptista. Good morrow neighbour Gremio: God save you Gentlemen. And you good sir: pray have you not a daughter called Katerina, and virtuous. I have a daughter sir, called Katerina. You are to blunt, go to it orderly. You wrong me signior Gremio, give me leave? I am a Gentleman of Verona sir, That hearing of her beauty, and her wit, Her affability and bashful modesty: Her wondrous qualities and mild behaviour, Am bold to show myself a forward guest Within your house, to make mine eye the witness Of that report, Which I so oft have heard, And for an entrance to my entertainment, I do present you with a man of mine Cunning in music, and the Mathematics, To instruct her fully in those sciences, Whereof I know she is not ignorant, Accept of him, or else you do me wrong, His name is Litio, borne in Mantua. Y'are welcome sir, and he for your good sake But for my daughter Katerine, this I know, She is not for your turn the more my grief. I see you do not mean to part with her, Or else you like not of my company. Mistake me not, I speak but as I find, Whence are you sir? What may I call your name. Petruchio is my name Antonio's son A man well known throughout all Italy. I know him well: you are welcome for his sake. Saving your tale Petruchio, I pray let us that are poor petitioners speak too? Bacare, you are marvellous forward. Oh, pardon me signior Gremio, I would fain be doing.
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PlayThe Taming of the Shrew
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1631
First performance / composition (Annals)1592 [c.1590-1604]
First performance (BritDrama)1592 [1589-1592]
Company (BritDrama)Pembroke's Men
TheaterBlackfriars;Globe;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 230 · TCP A12016 · DEEP 184
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 741–798 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 41 in this edition
Length484 words · 643 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T54 — Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mourning at 0.702
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)
Minion thou lyeſt: It's not Hortenſio? If thou affect him ſiſter, heere I ſweare Ile plead for you my ſelfe, but you ſhall haue him. Oh then belike you fancie riches more. You will haue Gremio to keepe you faire. Is it for him you do enuie me ſo? Nay then you ieſt, and now I well perceiue You haue but ieſted with me all this while: I pre thee ſiſter Kate vnite my hands. If that be ieſt, then all the reſt was ſo. Why how now Dame, whence growes this inſolence? Bianca, ſtand aſide, poore Gyrle ſhe weepes: Go ply the needle, meddle not with her. For ſhame thou hilding of a diuelliſh ſpirit, Why doſt thou wrong her, that did nere wrong thee? When did ſhee croſſe thee with a bitter word? Her ſilence flouts me, and Ile be reueng'd. What in my ſight? Bianca get thee in. What will you not ſuffer me: Nay now I ſee She is your treaſure, ſhe muſt haue a husband, I muſt dance bare-foot on her wedding day, And for your loue to her, lead Apes in hell. Talke not to me, I will go ſit and weepe, Till I can finde occaſion of reuenge. Was euer Gentleman thus greeu'd as I? But who comes heere. Good morrow neighbour Baptiſta. Good morrow neighbour Gremio: God ſaue you Gentlemen. And you good ſir: pray haue you not a daughter cal'd Katerina, and vertuous. I haue a daughter ſir, cal'd Katerina. You are to blunt, go to it orderly. You wrong me ſignior Gremio, giue me leaue? I am a Gentleman of Ʋerona ſir, That hearing of her beautie, and her wit, Her affabilitie and baſhfull modeſtie: Her wondrous qualities and mild behauiour, Am bold to ſhew my ſelfe a forward gueſt Within your houſe, to make mine eie the witneſſe Of that report, Which I ſo oft haue heard, And for an entrance to my entertainment, I do preſent you with a man of mine Cunning in muſicke, and the Mathematickes, To inſtruct her fully in thoſe ſciences, Whereof I know ſhe is not ignorant, Accept of him, or elſe you do me wrong, His name is Litio, borne in Mantua. Y'are welcome ſir, and he for your good ſake But for my daughter Katerine, this I know, She is not for your turne the more my greife. I ſee you doe not meane to part with her, Or elſe you like not of my companie. Miſtake me not, I ſpeake but as I finde, Whence are you ſir? What may I call your name. Petruchio is my name Antonio's ſonne A man well knowne throughout all Italy. I know him well: you are welcome for his ſake. Sauing your tale Petruchio, I pray let vs that are poore petitioners ſpeake too? Bacare, you are meruaylous forward. Oh, pardon me ſignior Gremio, I would faine be doing.