Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an typicality 0.76 · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Sir Holofernes, this Berowne is one of the Votaries with the King, and here he hath framed a letter to a sequent of the stranger Queens: which accidentally, or by the way of progression, hath miscarried. Trip and go my sweet, deliver this Paper into the royal hand of the King, it may concern much: stay not thy complement, I forgive thy duty, adieu. Good Costard go with me: sir God save your life. Have with thee my girl. Sir you have done this in the fear of God very religiously: and as a certain Father saith Sir tell not me of the Father, I do fear colourable colours. But to return to the Verses, Did they please you sir Nathaniel? Marvelous well for the pen. I do dine to day at the fathers of a certain pupil of mine, where if (before repast) it shall please you to gratify the table with a Grace, I will on my privilege I have with the parents of the foresaid child or pupil, undertake your bien venuto, where I will prove those Verses to be very unlearned, neither savouring of Poetry, wit, nor invention. I beseech your society. And thank you to: for society (saith the text) is the happiness of life. And certes the text most infallibly concludes it. Sir I do invite you too, you shall not say me nay: pauca verba. Away, the gentles are at their game, and we will to our recreation. The King he is hunting the Dear, I am coursing myself. They have pitched a Toil, I am toiling in a pitch, pitch that defiles; defile, a foul word: Well, set thee down sorrow; for so they say the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool: Well proved wit. By the Lord this Love is as mad as Ajax, it kills Sheep, it kills me, I a Sheep well proved again a my side. I will not love; if I do hang me: I'fayth I will not. O but her eye: by this light, but for her eye, I would not love her; yes for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven I do love, and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be melancholy: and here is part of my Rhyme, and hear my melancholy. Well, she hath one a'my Sonnets already, the Clown bore it, the Fool sent it, and the Lady hath it: sweet Clown, sweeter Fool, sweetest Lady. By the world, I would not care a pin, if the other three were in. Hear comes one with a paper, God give him grace to groan. Ay me! Shot by heaven, proceed sweet Cupid, thou hast thumped him with thy Bird-bolt under the left pap: in faith secrets.
seed 43: T57 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Sir Holofernes, this Berowne is one of the Votaries with the King, and here he hath framed a letter to a ſequent of the ſtranger Queenes: which accidentally, or by the way of progresſion, hath miſcarried. Trip and goe my ſweete, deliuer this Paper into the royall hand of the King, it may concerne much: ſtay not thy complement, I forgiue thy dewtie, adue. Good Coſtard go with me: ſir God ſaue your life. Haue with thee my girle. Sir you haue done this in the feare of God verie religiouſly: and as a certaine Father ſaith Sir tell not mee of the Father, I do feare colourable coloures. But to returne to the Verſes, Did they pleaſe you ſir Nathaniel? Marueilous well for the pen. I do dine to day at the fathers of a certaine pupill of mine, where if (before repaſt) it ſhall pleaſe you to gratifie the table with a Grace, I will on my priuiledge I haue with the parentes of the foreſaid childe or pupill, vndertake your bien venuto, where I will proue thoſe Verſes to be very vnlearned, neither ſauouring of Poetrie, wit, nor inuention. I beſeech your ſocietie. And thanke you to: for ſocietie (ſaith the text) is the happines of life. And certes the text moſt infallibly concludes it. Sir I do inuite you too, you ſhall not ſay me nay: pauca verba. Away, the gentles are at their game, and we will to our recreation. The King he is hunting the Deare, I am courſing my ſelfe. They haue pitcht a Toyle, I am toyling in a pytch, pytch that defiles; defile, a foule worde: Well, ſet thee downe ſorrow; for ſo they ſay the foole ſayd, and ſo ſay I, and I the foole: Well proued wit. By the Lord this Loue is as madd as Aiax, it kills Sheepe, it kills mee, I a Sheepe well prooued againe a my ſide. I will not loue; if I do hang mee: I'fayth I will not. O but her eye: by this light, but for her eye, I would not loue her; yes for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the world but lie, and lie in my throate. By heauen I doe loue, and it hath taught me to rime, and to be mallicholie: and heere is part of my Rime, and heare my mallicholie. Well, ſhe hath one a'my Sonnets already, the Clowne bore it, the Foole ſent it, and the Lady hath it: ſweete Clowne, ſweeter Foole, ſweeteſt Lady. By the worlde, I woulde not care a pin, if the other three were in. Heere comes one with a paper, God giue him grace to grone. Ay mee! Shot by heauen, proceed ſweet Cupid, thou haſt thumpt him with thy Birdbolt vnder the left papp: in fayth ſecrets.