Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.65 · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
NOw is the Winter of our Discontent, Made glorious Summer by this Son of York: And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the Ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with Victorious Wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for Monuments; Our stern Alarms changed to merry Meetings; Our dreadful Marches, to delightful Measures. Grim-visaged War, hath smoothed his wrinkled Front: And now, in stead of mounting Barbed Steeds, To fright the Souls of fearful Adversaries, He caper's nimbly in a Lady's Chamber, To the lascivious pleasing of a Lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous Looking-glass: I, that am Rudely stamped, and want love's Majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling Nymph: I, that am curtailed of this fair Proportion, Cheated of Feature by dissembling Nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing World, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable, That dog's bark at me, as I halt by them. Why I (in this weak piping time of Peace) Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to see my Shadow in the Sun, And descant on mine own Deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a Lover, To entertain these fair well spoken days, I am determined to prove a Villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days. Plots have I laid, Inductions dangerous, By drunken Prophecies, Libels, and Dreams, To set my Brother Clarence and the King In deadly hate, the one against the other: And if King Edward be as true and just, As I am Subtle, False, and Treacherous, This day should Clarence closely be mewed up: About a Prophecy, which says that G, Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be. Dive thoughts down to my soul, here Clarence comes. Brother, good day: What means this armed guard That waits upon your Grace? His Majesty tendering my persons safety, Hath appointed this Conduct, to convey me to th' Tower Upon what cause? Because my name is George. Alack my Lord, that fault is none of yours: He should for that commit your Godfathers. O belike, his Majesty hath some intent, That you should be new Christened in the Tower. But what's the matter Clarence, may I know? Yea Richard, when I know: but I protest As yet I do not: But as I can learn, He hearkens after Prophecies and Dreams, And from the Crosse-row plucks the letter G: And says, a Wizard told him, that by G, His issue disinherited should be. And for my name of George begins with G, It follows in his thought, that I am he. These (as I learn) and such like toys as these, Hath moved his Highness to commit me now.
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Length
467 words · 637 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.651 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
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)
NOw is the Winter of our Diſcontent, Made glorious Summer by this Son of Yorke: And all the clouds that lowr'd vpon our houſe In the deepe boſome of the Ocean buried. Now are our browes bound with Victorious Wreathes, Our bruiſed armes hung vp for Monuments; Our ſterne Alarums chang'd to merry Meetings; Our dreadfull Marches, to delightfull Meaſures. Grim-viſag'd Warre, hath ſmooth'd his wrinkled Front: And now, in ſtead of mounting Barbed Steeds, To fright the Soules of fearfull Aduerſaries, He capers nimbly in a Ladies Chamber, To the laſciuious pleaſing of a Lute. But I, that am not ſhap'd for ſportiue trickes, Nor made to court an amorous Looking-glaſſe: I, that am Rudely ſtampt, and want loues Maieſty, To ſtrut before a wonton ambling Nymph: I, that am curtail'd of this faire Proportion, Cheated of Feature by diſſembling Nature, Deform'd, vn-finiſh'd, ſent before my time Into this breathing World, ſcarſe halfe made vp, And that ſo lamely and vnfaſhionable, That dogges barke at me, as I halt by them. Why I (in this weake piping time of Peace) Haue no delight to paſſe away the time, Vnleſſe to ſee my Shadow in the Sunne, And deſcant on mine owne Deformity. And therefore, ſince I cannot proue a Louer, To entertaine theſe faire well ſpoken dayes, I am determined to proue a Villaine, And hate the idle pleaſures of theſe dayes. Plots haue I laide, Inductions dangerous, By drunken Propheſies, Libels, and Dreames, To ſet my Brother Clarence and the King In deadly hate, the one againſt the other: And if King Edward be as true and iuſt, As I am Subtle, Falſe, and Treacherous, This day ſhould Clarence cloſely be mew'd vp: About a Propheſie, which ſayes that G, Of Edwards heyres the murtherer ſhall be. Diue thoughts downe to my ſoule, here Clarence comes. Brother, good day: What meanes this armed guard That waites vpon your Grace? His Maieſty tendring my perſons ſafety, Hath appointed this Conduct, to conuey me to th' Tower Vpon what cauſe? Becauſe my name is George. Alacke my Lord, that fault is none of yours: He ſhould for that commit your Godfathers. O belike, his Maieſty hath ſome intent, That you ſhould be new Chriſtned in the Tower. But what's the matter Clarence, may I know? Yea Richard, when I know: but I proteſt As yet I do not: But as I can learne, He hearkens after Propheſies and Dreames, And from the Croſſe-row pluckes the letter G: And ſayes, a Wizard told him, that by G, His iſſue diſinherited ſhould be. And for my name of George begins with G, It followes in his thought, that I am he. Theſe (as I learne) and ſuch like toyes as theſe, Hath moou'd his Highneſſe to commit me now.