Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Love's Labor's Lost · chunk 13 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 T6 Money, debt and credit · 504 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.

My sweet ours of man's flesh, my in-come Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration, O that's the latin word for three-farthings▪ Three-farthings remuation where the prier of this i. d. no, Ile giue you a remuneration Why? remuneration: Why▪ it is a fyrr name of I will never buy and 〈…〉 O my good 〈…〉 Pray you 〈…〉 a man buy for a remuneration? O what is a remuneration? Marie sir, half penny farthing. O, why then three farthing worth of Silk. I thank your worship, God be wy you. O stay slave, I must employ thee. As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave, Do one thing for me that I shall increate. When would you have it done sir? O this afternoon. Well, I will do it sir: Far you well▪ O thou knowest not what it is. I shall know sir when I have done it. Why villain, thou must know first. I will come to your worship to morrow morning. It must be done this after noon, Hark slave, it is but this: The Princess comes to hunt here in the Park, And in her train there is a gentle Lady: When tongues speak sweetly, than they name her name, And Rosaline they call her, ask for her: And to her white hand see thou do commend This seald-up counsel. there's thy guerdon: go. Guerdon, O sweet guerdon, better than remuneration, a levenpence-farthing better: most sweet guerdon. I will do it sir in prinn guerdon remuneration. O and I forsooth in love, I that have been loves whip? A very Bedell to a humorous sigh, a Crietick, nay a night-watch Constable. A domineering pedant o'er the Boy, than whom no mortal so magnificent. This wimpled whining purblind wayward Boy, This signor Iunios giant dwarf, dan Cupid, Regent of Love-rimes, Lord of folded arms, Th' anointed sovereign of sighs and groones: Liege of all loiterers and malcontents: Dread Prince of Placcat●, King of Codpieces▪ Sole Emperator and great general Of trotting Parrators (O my little heart.) And I to be a Corporal of his field, And wear his colours like a Tumblers hoop. What▪ I love, I sue, I seek a wife, A woman that is like a jermane Cloak, Still a repairing: ever out of frame, And never going a right, being a Watch: But being watched, that it may still go right. Nay to be perjured, which is worst of all: And among three to love the worst of all, A whitely wanton, with a velvet brow, With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes. I and by heaven, one that will do the deed, Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard. And I to sigh for her, to watch for her, To pray for her, go to: it is a plague That Cupid will impose for my neglect, Of his almighty dreadful little might. Well, I will love, writ, sigh, pray, shoe, groan, Some men must love my Lady, and some Ione.
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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 626–685 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 37 in this edition
Length504 words · 736 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T6 — Money, debt and credit at 0.688
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)
My ſweete ou of mans fleſh, my in-co Ie Now will I looke to his remuneration. Remuneration, O that's the latine word for three▪ fathing ▪ Three-farthings remuation where the prier of this i. d. no, Ile giue you a remuneration Why? remuneration: Why▪ it is a fyrr name of I will neuer buy and O my good Pray you a man buy for a remuneration? O what is a remuneration? Marie ſir, halfe pennie farthing. O, why then three farthing worth of Silke. I thanke your worſhip, God be wy you. O ſtay ſlaue, I muſt employ thee. As thou wilt win my fauour, good my knaue, Do one thing for me that I ſhall inreate. When would you haue it done ſir? O this after-noone. Well, I will do it ſir: Fare you well▪ O thou knoweſt not what it is. I ſhall know ſir when I haue done it. Why villaine, thou muſt know firſt. I will come to your worſhip to morrow morning. It muſt be done this after noone, Harke ſlaue, it is but this: The Princeſſe comes to hunt here in the Parke, And in her traine there is a gentle Ladie: When tongues ſpeake ſweetely, then they name her name, And Roſalin they call her, aſke for her: And to her white hand ſee thou do commend This ſeald-vp counſaile. Ther's thy guerdon: goe. Gardon, O ſweete gardon, better then remuneratiō, a leuenpence-farthing better: moſt ſweete gardon. I will do it ſir in prinn gardon remuneration. O and I forſoth in loue, I that haue been loues whip? A verie Bedell to a humerous ſigh, a Crietick, nay a night-watch Conſtable. A domineering pedant ore the Boy, then whom no mortall ſo magnificent. This wimpled whyning purblind wayward Boy, This ſignior Iunios gyant dwaffe, dan Cupid, Regent of Loue-rimes, Lord of folded armes, Th' annoynted ſoueraigne of ſighes and groones: Liedge of all loyterers and malecontents: Dread Prince of Placcat, King of Codpeece ▪ Sole Emperator and great generall Of trotting Parrators (O my litle hart.) And I to be a Corporall of his fielde, And weare his coloures like a Tumblers hoope. What▪ I loue, I ſue, I ſeeke a wife, A woman that is like a Iermane Cloake, Still a repairing: euer out of frame, And neuer going a right, being a Watch: But being watcht, that it may ſtill go right. Nay to be periurde, which is worſt of all: And among three to loue the worſt of all, A whitly wanton, with a veluet brow, With two pitch balles ſtucke in her face for eyes. I and by heauen, one that will do the deede, Though Argus were her eunuch and her garde. And I to ſigh for her, to watch for her, To pray for her, go to: it is a plague That Cupid will impoſe for my neglect, Of his almightie dreadfull little might. Well, I will loue, write, ſigh, pray, ſhue, grone, Some men muſt loue my Ladie, and ſome Ione.