Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Love's Labor's Lost · chunk 1 of 37

Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court
unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 476 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.

LET Fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live registered upon our brazen Tombs, And then grace us, in the disgrace of death: When spite of cormorant devouring Time, Then devour of this present breath may buy: That honour which shall bate his scythes keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity. Therefore brave Conquerors, for so you are, That war against your own affections, And the huge army of the worlds desires. Our late edict shall strongly stand in force, Navarre shall be the wonder of the world. Our Court shallbe a lytlle Achademe, Still and contemplative in living art. You three, Berowne, Dumaine, and Longavill, Have sworn for three years term, to live with me: My fellow Scholars, and to keep those statutes That are recorded in this schedule here. Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your names: That his own hand may strike his honour down, That violates the smallest branch herein, If you are armed to do, as sworn to do, Subscribe to your deep oaths, and keep it to. I am resolved, 'tis but a thee years fast: The mind shall banquet, though the body pine, Fat paunches have lean pates: and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but bancrout quite the wits. My loving Lord, Dumain is mortified, The grosser manner of these worlds delights: He throws upon the gross world's baler slaves To love, to wealth, to pome▪ I pine and die, With all these living in Philosophy▪ I can but say their protestation over, So much dear Liege, I have already sworn, That is, to live and study here three years. But there are other strict observances: As not to see a woman in that term, Which I hope well is not enroled there. And one day in a week to touch no food: And but one meal on every day beside: The which I hope is not enroled there. And then to sleep but three hours in the night, And not be seen to wink of all the day. When I was wont to think no harm all night, And make a dark night too of half the day: Which I hope well is not enroled there, O these are barren tasks, too hard to keep, Not to see Ladies, study, fast, not sleep. Your oath is past, to pass away from these. Let me say no my liege, and if you please, I only swore to study with your grace, And stay here in your Court for three years space. You swore to that Berowne, and to the rest. By yea and nay sir, than I swore in jest. What is the end of study, let me know? Why that to know which else we should not know. Things hid & ●ard (you mean) from cammon sense. I, that is studies godlike recompense.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayLove's Labor's Lost
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1598
First performance / composition (Annals)c.1595
First performance (BritDrama)1596 [1594-1597]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Theaterbefore the Court;
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 315 · TCP A68726 · DEEP 256
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 0–57 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 37 in this edition
Length476 words · 627 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T19 — Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions at 0.694
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)
LET Fame, that all hunt after in their lyues, Liue regiſtred vpon our brazen Tombes, And then grace vs, in the diſgrace of death: When ſpight of cormorant deuouring Time, Then deuour of this preſent breath may buy: That honour which ſhall bate his ſythes keene edge, And make vs heires of all eternitie. Therefore braue Conquerours, for ſo you are, That warre agaynſt your owne affections, And the hudge armie of the worldes deſires. Our late edict ſhall ſtrongly ſtand in force, Nauar ſhall be the wonder of the worlde. Our Court ſhalbe a lytlle Achademe, Still and contemplatyue in lyuing art. You three, Berowne, Dumaine, and Longauill, Haue ſworne for three yeeres tearme, to liue with me: My fellow Schollers, and to keepe thoſe ſtatutes That are recorded in this ſedule here. Your othes are paſt, and now ſubſcribe your names: That his owne hand may ſtrike his honour downe, That violates the ſmalleſt branch herein, If you are armd to do, as ſworne to do, Subſcribe to your deepe othes, and keepe it to. I am reſolued, tis but a thee yeeres faſt: The minde ſhall banquet, though the body pine, Fat paunches haue leane pates: and daynty bits Make rich the ribbes, but bancrout quite the wits. My louing Lord, Dumaine is mortefied, The groſſer manner of theſe worldes delyghts: He throwes vppon the groſſe worlds baler ſlaues To loue, to wealth, to pome▪ I pine and die, With all theſe lyuing in Philoſophie▪ I can but ſay their proteſtation ouer, So much deare Liedge, I haue already ſworne, That is, to lyue and ſtudy heere three yeeres. But there are other ſtrickt obſeruances: As not to ſee a woman in that terme, Which I hope well is not enrolled there. And one day in a weeke to touch no foode: And but one meale on euery day beſide: The which I hope is not enrolled there. And then to ſleepe but three houres in the nyght, And not be ſeene to wincke of all the day. When I was wont to thinke no harme all nyght, And make a darke nyght too of halfe the day: Which I hope well is not enrolled there, O theſe are barraine taskes, too hard to keepe, Not to ſee Ladyes, ſtudy, faſt, not ſleepe. Your othe is paſt, to paſſe away from theſe. Let me ſay no my liedge, and yf you pleaſe, I onely ſwore to ſtudy with your grace, And ſtay heere in your Court for three yeeres ſpace. You ſwore to that Berowne, and to the reſt. By yea and nay ſir, than I ſwore in ieſt. What is the ende of ſtudy, let me know? Why that to know which elſe we ſhould not know. Things hid & ard (you meane) from cammon ſenſe. I, that is ſtudies god-like recompence.