Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.75 · 499 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Was banished from hence to Mantua. He gone, her Father sought by foul constraint To marry her to Paris: But her Soul (Loathing a second Contract) did refuse To give consent; and therefore did she urge me Either to find a means she might avoid What so her Father sought to force her too Or else all desperately she threatened Even in my presence to dispatch herself. Then did I give her, (tutored by mine art) A potion that should make her seem as dead: And told her that I would with all post speed Send hence to Mantua for her Romeo, That he might come and take her from the Tomb, But he that had my Letters (Friar Iohn) Seeking a Brother to associate him, Whereas the sick infection remained, Was stayed by the Searchers of the Town▪ But Romeo understanding by his man, That Iuliet was deceased, returned in post Unto Verona for to see his love. What after happened touching Paris death, Or Romeos is to me unknown at all. But when I came to take the Lady hence, I found them dead, and she awaked from sleep: Whom feign I would have taken from the tomb, Which she refused seeing Romeo dead. Anon I heard the watch and then I fled, What after happened I am ignorant of. And if in this ought have miscarried. By me, or by my means let my old life Be sacrified some hour before his time. To the most strickest rigour of the Law. We still have known thee for a holy man, Where's Romeos' man, what can he say in this? I brought my master word that she was dead, And then he posted strait from Mantua, Unto this Tomb. These Letters he delivered me, Charging me early give them to his Father. Let's see the Letters, I will read them over. Where is the Counties Boy that called the Watch? I brought my Master unto Iuliets grave, But one approaching, strait I called my Master. At last they fought, I ran to call the Watch. And this is all that I can say or know. These letters do make good the friars words, Come Capolet, and come old Mountagewe. Where are these enemies? see what hate hath done▪ Come brother Montague give me thy hand, There is my daughter's dowry: for now no more Can I bestow on her, that's all I have. But I will give them more, I will erect Her statue of pure gold: That while Verona by that name is known. There shall no statue of such price be set, As that of Romeos loved Iuliet. As rich shall Romeo by his Lady lie, Poor Sacrifices to our Enmity. A gloomy peace this day doth with it bring. Come, let us hence, To have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned and some punished: For near was heard a Story of more woe, Than this of Iuliet and her Romeo.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1906–1969 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 35 in this edition
Length
499 words · 630 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T15 — Friars and holy orders in plotcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.749 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T19 · seed 44: T20 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
VVas banished from hence to Mantua. He gone, her Father sought by foule constrain To marrie her to Paris: But her Soule (Lothing a second Contract) did refuse To giue consent; and therefore did she vrge me to finde a meanes she might auoyd Vhat so her Father sought to force her too Or els all desperately she threatned Euen in my presence to dispatch her selfe. Then did I giue her, (tutord by mine arte) A potion that should make her seeme as dead: And told her that I would with all post speed Send hence to Mantua for her Romeo, That he might come and take her from the Toombe, But he that had my Letters (Frier Iohn) Seking a Brother to associate him, VVhereas the sicke infection remaind, VVas stayed by the Searchers of the Towne▪ But Romeo vnderstanding by his man, That Iuliet was deceasde, returnde in post Vnto Verona for to see his loue. VVhat after happened touching Paris death, Or Romeos is to me vnknowne at all. But when I came to take the Lady hence, I found them dead, and she awakt from sleep: VVhom faine I would haue taken from the tombe, VVhich she refused seeing Romeo dead. Anone I heard the watch and then I fled, VVhat afterhappened I am ignorant of. And if in this ought haue miscaried. By me, or by my meanes let my old life Be sacrified some houre before his time. To the most strickest rigor of the Law. VVe still haue knowne thee for a holy man, VVheres Romeos man, what can he say in this? I brought my maister word tht shee was dead, And then he poasted straight from mantua, Vnto this Toombe. These Letters he deliueed me, Charging me early giue them to his Father. Lets see the Letters, I will read them ouer. VVhere is the Counties Boy that calld the VVatch? I brought my Master vnto Iuliets graue, But one approaching, straight I calld my Master. At last they fought, I ran to call the VVatch. And this is all that I can say or know. These letters doe make good the Fryers wordes, Come Capolet, and come olde Mountagewe. VVhere are these enemies? see what hate hath done▪ Come brother Mountague giue me thy hand, There is my daughters dowry: for now no more Can I bestowe on her, thats all I haue. But I will giue them more, I will erect Her statue of pure golde: That while Verona by that name is knowne. There shall no statue of such price be set, As that of Romeos loued Iuliet. As rich shall Romeo by his Lady lie, Poore Sacrifices to our Enmitie. A gloomie peace this day doth with it bring. Come, let vs hence, To haue more talke of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned and some punished: For nere was heard a Storie of more woe, Than this of Iuliet and her Romeo.