Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi typicality 0.71 · 486 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
I'll look to like, if looking liking move, but no more deep will I engage mine eye, Then your consent gives strength to make it fly. Madam you are called for, supper is ready, the Nurse cursed in the pantry, all things in extremity, make haste for I must be gone to wait. What shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without Apology. The date is out of such prolixity, we'll have no Cupid hoodwinked with a scarf, Bearing a Tartars painted bow of lath, Scaring the Ladies like a crow-keeper: Nor no without book Prologue faintly spoke After the Prompter, for our entrance. But let them measure us by what they will; we'll measure them a measure and be gone. A torch for me I am not for this aumbling, Being but heavy I will bear the light. Bleeve me Romeo I must have you dance. Not I believe me you have dancing shoes With nimble soles, I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot stir. Give me a case to put my visage in, A visor for a visor, what care I What curious eye doth coat deformity. Give me a Torch, let wantoness light of heart Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels: For I am proverbed with a Grandsire phrase, e be a candleholder and looke on, The game was near so fair and I am done. dun 's the mouse▪ the Constables old word, If thou beest Dun, we le draw thee from the mire surreverence love wherein thou stickst. Leave this talk, we burn day light here. Nay that's not so. Mer: I mean sir in delay, We burn our lights by night, like Lamps by day, Take our good meaning for our judgement Three times a day, ere once in her right wits. So we mean well by going to this mask: But 'tis no wit to go. Why Romeo may one ask? I dreamt a dream to night. And so did I. Rom: Why what was yours▪ That dreamers often lie. In bed a sleep while they do dream things true▪ Ah then the lee see queen Mab hath been with you▪ Queen Mab what's she? She is the Fairies Midwife and doth come In shape no bigger than an Aggat stone On the forefinger of a Burgomaster▪ Drawn with a team of little Atomi, A thwart men's noses when they lie a sleep. Her wagon spokes are made of spinner's webs▪ The cover, of the wings of Grasshoppers, The traces are the Moonshine watery beams, The collars crickets bones, the lash of films, Her wagoner is a small grey coated fly, Not half so big as is a little worm, Picked from the lazy finger of a maid, And in this sort she gallops up and down Through lovers brains, and then they dream of love▪
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 239–297 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 35 in this edition
Length
486 words · 635 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T55 — Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desirecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.714 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T50 · seed 44: T47 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Ile looke to like, if looking liking moue, ut no more deepe will I engage mine eye, Then your consent giues strength to make it flie. Maddam you are cald for, supper is readie the Nurce curst in the antrie, all thinges in extreamitie, make hast for I must be gone to waite. What shall this speech bee spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without Apologie. The date is out of such prolixitie, Weele haue no Cupid ud winckt with a Scare, Bearing a Tartars painted bow of lath, Scaring the Ladies like row-keeper: Nor no without ooke Prologue aintly spoke After the Promper, for our entrance. But let them measure vs by what they will; Weele measure them a measure and be gone. A torch for me I am not for this aumbling, Beeing but heauie I will beare the light. Bleeue me Rome I must haue you daunce. Not I beleeue me you haue dancing shooes With nimble soles, I haue a soule of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot stirre. Giue me a case to put my visage in, A visor for a visor, what cae I What curious eye doth coate deformitie. Giue me a Torch, let wantos light of har Tickle the senceles rushes with their heles: For I am prouerd with a Grandsire phrase, e be a candleholder and looke on, The game so faire and I am done. the mouse▪ the Cunstables old word, If thou draw thee from the mire wherein thou stickt. Leaue this talke, we burne light here. Nay thats not so. Mer: I meane sir in day, We burne our lights by night, like Lampes by day, Take or good meaning for our idgement sis Three times a day, ere once in her right wits. So we meane well by going to this mak: ut no wit to goe. Why Romeo may one aske? I dreamt a dreame to night. And so did . : Why what was yours▪ That dreamers lie. In bed a sleepe whil they doe dreame things true▪ Ah the ee Queen Mabath bin with you▪ Queene Mab whats she? She is the Fairies Midwife and doth come In shape no bigger than an Aggat stone On the forefinger of a Burgomaster▪ Drawne with a teeme of little Aomi, A thwart mens noses when they e a sleepe. Her waggon spokes are made of spinners webs▪ The couer, of the winges of Grashoppers, The traces are the Moone-shine warie beames, The collers crickets bones, the lash of filmes, Her waggoer is a small gray coated flie, Not halfe so big as is a little worme, Pickt from the lase finger of a maide, And i this ort she gallops vp and downe Through Louers braines, and then they dream of loue▪