Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.81 · 515 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Now as I am a true Woman, Holland of eight shillings an Ell: You own Money here besides, Sir Iohn, for your Diet, and by-drinking, and Money lent you, four and twenty pounds. He had his part of it, let him pay. He? alas he is poor, he hath nothing. How? Poor? Look upon his Face: What call you Rich? Let them coin his Nose, let them coin his Cheeks, I'll not pay a Denier. What, will you make a Yonker of me? Shall I not take mine ease in mine Inn, but I shall have my Pocket picked? I have lost a Seale-Ring of my Grandfathers, worth forty Mark. I have heard the Prince tell him, I know not how oft that that Ring was Copper. How? the Prince is a Iacke, a Sneake-Cuppe: and if he were here, I would cudgel him like a Dog, if he would say so. How now Lad? is the Wind in that Door? Must we all march? Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion. My Lord, I pray you hear me. What sayst thou, Mistress Quickly? How does thy Husband? I love him well, he is an honest man. Good, my Lord, hear me. Prithee let her alone, and lift to me. What sayst thou, Iacke? The other Night I fell asleep here behind the Arras, and had my Pocket picked: this House is turned Bawdy-house, they pick Pockets. What didst thou lose, Iacke? Wilt thou believe me, Hal? Three or four Bonds of forty pound apiece, and a Seale-Ring of my Grandfathers. A Trifle, some eight-penny matter. So I told him, my Lord; and I said, I heard your Grace say so: and (my Lord) he speaks most vilely of you, like a foul-mouthed man as he is, and said, he would cudgel you. What he did not? There's neither Faith, Truth, nor Womanhood in me else. There's no more faith in thee then a stu'de Prune; nor no more truth in thee, then in a drawn Fox: and for Wooman-hood, Maid-marian may be the Deputies wife of the Ward to thee. Go you nothing: go. Say, what thing? what thing? What thing? why a thing to thank heaven on. I am no thing to thank heaven on, I would thou shouldst know it: I am an honest man's wife: and setting thy Knighthood aside, thou art a knave to call me so. Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say otherwise. Say, what beast, thou knave thou? What beast? Why an Otter. An Otter, sir Iohn? Why an Otter? Why? She's neither fish nor flesh; a man knows not where to have her. Thou art unjust man in saying so; thou, or any man knows where to have me, thou knave thou. Thou sayst true Hostess, and he slanders thee most grossly. So he doth you, my Lord, and said this other day, You ought him a thousand pound. Sirrah, do I own you a thousand pound? A thousand pound Hal? A Million. Thy love is worth a Million: thou ow'st me thy love.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1348–1382 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 33 of 48 in this edition
Length
515 words · 727 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.812 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T33 · seed 44: T32 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Now as I am a true Woman, Holland of eight ſhillings an Ell: You owe Money here beſides, Sir Iohn, for your Dyet, and by-Drinkings, and Money lent you, foure and twentie pounds. Hee had his part of it, let him pay. Hee? alas hee is poore, hee hath nothing. How? Poore? Looke vpon his Face: What call you Rich? Let them coyne his Noſe, let them coyne his Cheekes, Ile not pay a Denier. What, will you make a Yoker of me? Shall I not take mine eaſe in mine Inne, but I ſhall haue my Pocket pick'd? I haue loſt a Seale-Ring of my Grand-fathers, worth fortie Marke. I haue heard the Prince tell him, I know not how oft that that Ring was Copper. How? the Prince is a Iacke, a Sneake-Cuppe: and if hee were heere, I would cudgell him like a Dogge, if hee would ſay ſo. How now Lad? is the Winde in that Doore? Muſt we all march? Yea, two and two, Newgate faſhion. My Lord, I pray you heare me. What ſay'ſt thou, Miſtreſſe Quickly? How does thy Husband? I loue him well, hee is an honeſt man. Good, my Lord, heare mee. Prethee let her alone, and lift to mee. What ſay'ſt thou, Iacke? The other Night I fell aſleepe heere behind the Arras, and had my Pocket pickt: this Houſe is turn'd Bawdy-houſe, they picke Pockets. What didſt thou loſe, Iacke? Wilt thou beleeue me, Hal? Three or foure Bonds of fortie pound apeece, and a Seale-Ring of my Grandfathers. A Trifle, ſome eight-penny matter. So I told him, my Lord; and I ſaid, I heard your Grace ſay ſo: and (my Lord) hee ſpeakes moſt vilely of you, like a foule-mouth'd man as hee is, and ſaid, hee would cudgell you. What hee did not? There's neyther Faith, Truth, nor Woman-hood in me elſe. There's no more faith in thee then a ſtu'de Prune; nor no more truth in thee, then in a drawne Fox: and for Wooman-hood, Maid-marian may be the Deputies wife of the Ward to thee. Go you nothing: go. Say, what thing? what thing? What thing? why a thing to thanke heauen on. I am no thing to thanke heauen on, I wold thou ſhouldſt know it: I am an honeſt mans wife: and ſetting thy Knighthood aſide, thou art a knaue to call me ſo. Setting thy woman-hood aſide, thou art a beaſt to ſay otherwiſe. Say, what beaſt, thou knaue thou? What beaſt? Why an Otter. An Otter, ſir Iohn? Why an Otter? Why? She's neither fiſh nor fleſh; a man knowes not where to haue her. Thou art vniuſt man in ſaying ſo; thou, or anie man knowes where to haue me, thou knaue thou. Thou ſay'ſt true Hoſteſſe, and he ſlanders thee moſt groſſely. So he doth you, my Lord, and ſayde this other day, You ought him a thouſand pound. Sirrah, do I owe you a thouſand pound? A thouſand pound Hal? A Million. Thy loue is worth a Million: thou ow'ſt me thy loue.