Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Love's Labor's Lost · chunk 9 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 T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 498 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.

Madame, your father here doth intimate, The payment of a hundred thousand Crowns, Being but the one half of, of an entire sum, Disbursed by my father in his wars. But say that he, or we, as neither have Received that sum, yet there remains unpaid A hundred thousand more, in surety of the which, One part of Aquitaine is bound to us, Although not valued to the moneys worth. If then the King your father will restore, But that one half which is unsatisfied, We will give up our right in Aquitaine, And hold fair faiendship with his Majesty, But that it seems he little purposeth: For here he doth p●maund to have repaid, A hundred thousand Crowns, and not demands One payment of a hundred thousand Crowns, To have his title live in Aquitaine. Which we much rather had departed withal, And have the money by our father lent, Then Aquitaine, so gelded as it is. Dear Princess were not his requests so far From reasons yielding, your fair self should make A yielding 'gainst some reason in my breast, And go well satisfied to France again. You do the King my father too much wrong, And wrong the reputation of your name, In so unseeming to confess receipt, Of that which hath so faithfully been paid. I do protest I never heard of it: And if you prove it, Il● repay it back, Or yield up Aquitaine. We arrest your word. Boyet you can produce acquittances, For such a sum from spciall officers, Of Charles his father. Satisfy me so. So please your Grace, the packet is not come, Where that and other specialties are bound: To morrow you shall have a sight of them. It shall suffice me; at which interview, All liberal reason I will yield unto. Meane time receive such welcome at my hand, As honour (without breach of honour) may, Make tender of to thy TRUE worthiness. You may not come (fair Princess) within my gates, But here without you shallbe so received, As you shall deem yourself lodged in my hart▪ Though so denied fair harbour in my house, Your own good thoughts excuse me, and farewell To morrow shall we visit you again. Sweet health and fair desires consort your grace. Thy own wish wish I thee in every place. Lady I will commend you to my none heart. Pray you, do my commendations, I would be glad to see it. I would you heard it groan. Is the fool sick. Sick at the heart. Alack, let it blood. Would that do it good? My Physic says I. Will you pricked with your eye. No point, with my knife. Now God save thy life. And yours from long living. I cannot stay thanksgiving. Sir, I pray you a word, What Lady is that same? The heir of Alencon, Rosalin her name. A gallant Lady Mounsir, far you well. I beseech you a word, What is she in the white?
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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 405–474 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 37 in this edition
Length498 words · 653 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T10 — England and France: war, embassy and peace at 0.751
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)
Madame, your father heere doth intimate, The payment of a hundred thouſand Crownes, Being but the one halfe of, of an intire ſumme, Disburſed by my father in his warres. But ſay that he, or we, as neither haue Receiud that ſumme, yet there remaines vnpaide A hundred thouſand more, in ſuretie of the which, One part of Aquitaine is bound to vs, Although not valued to the monies worth. If then the King your father will reſtore, But that one halfe which is vnſatisfied, We will giue vp our right in Aquitaine, And holde faire faiendſhip with his Maieſtie, But that it ſeemes he little purpoſeth: For here he doth pmaund to haue repaide, A hundred thouſand Crownes, and not demaunds One paiment of a hundred thouſand Crownes, To haue his title liue in Aquitaine. Which we much rather had depart withall, And haue the money by our father lent, Then Aquitaine, ſo guelded as it is. Deare Princeſſe were not his requeſtes ſo farr From reaſons yeelding, your faire ſelfe ſhould make A yeelding gainſt ſome reaſon in my breſt, And go well ſatisfied to France againe. You do the King my fathe too much wrong, And wrong the reputation of your name, In ſo vnſeeming to confeſſe receit, Of that which hath ſo faithfully been paide. I do proteſt I neuer heard of it: And if you proue it, Il repay it backe, Or yeelde vp Aquitaine. We arreſt your worde. Boyet you can produce acquittances, For ſuch a ſumme from ſpciall officers, Of Charles his father. Satisfie mee ſo. So pleaſe your Grace, the packet is not come, Where that and other ſpecialties are bound: To morrow you ſhall haue a ſight of them. It ſhall ſuffſe me; at which enteruiew, All liberall reaſon I will yeelde vnto. Mane time receiue ſuch welcome at my hand, As honor (without breach of honor) may, Make tender of to thy tru worthines. You may not come (faire Princeſſe) within my gats, But here without you ſhalbe ſo receiude, As you ſhall deeme your ſelfe lodgd in my har ▪ Though ſo denide fair harbour in my houſe, Your owne good thoughtes excuſe me, and farew To morrow ſhall we viſite you againe. Sweete health and faire deſires conſort your grace. Thy owne wiſh wiſh I thee in euery place. Ladie I will commend you to my none hart. Pray you, do my commendations, I would be glad to ſee it. I would you heard it grone. Is the foole ſicke. Sicke at the hart. Alacke, let it blood. Would that do it good? My Phiſicke ſaies I. Will you prickt with your eye. No poynt, with my knife. Now God ſaue thy life. And yours from long liuing. I cannot ſtay thankes-giuing. Sir, I pray you a word, What Ladie is that ſame? The heire of Alanſon, Roſalin her name. A gallant Lady Mounſir, fare you wel. I beſeech you a word, What is ſhe in the white?