Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Love's Labor's Lost · chunk 25 of 37

Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court
T35 Fools, wit and railing typicality 0.74 · 475 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity, finer than the staple of his argument. I abhor such fanatical phantasims, such insociable and point devise companions, such rackers of ortagriphie, as to speak rout fine, when he should say doubt; det, when he should pronounce debt; debt, not det: he clepeth a Calf, Cause: half, haufe: neighbour vocatur neighbour; neigh abbreviated ne: this is abominable, which he would call abominable, it insinuateth me of infamy: ●● inteligis domine, to make frantic lunatic? Laus deo, bene intelligo. B●me boon for boon presci●n, a little scratched, 'twil serve. Vides ne quis venit? Video, et gaudio. Chirra. Quàri Chirra, not Sirrah? Men of peace well incontred. Most military sir salutation. They have been at a great feast of Languages, and stolen the scraps. O they have lyud long on the almsbasket of words. I marvel thy M. hath not eaten thee for a word, for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus: Thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon. Peace, the peal begins. monsieur, are you not lettered? Yes yes, he teaches boys the Hornbook: What is Ab spelled backward with the horn on his head? Ba, puericia with a horn added. Ba most silly Sheep, with a horn: you hear his learning. Quis quis thou Consonant? The last of the five Vowels if You repeat them, or the fift if I. I will repeat them: a e I The Sheep, the other two concludes it o u. Now by the salt wane of the meditaranium, a sweet touch, a quick venue of wit, snip snap, quick and home, it rejoiceth my intellect, true wit. Offered by a child to an old man: which is wit-old. What is the figure? What is the figure? Horns. Thou disputes like an Infant: go whip thy Gigg. Lend me your Horn to make one, and I will whip about your Infamy unum cita a gig of a Cuckold's horn. And I had but one penny in the world thou shouldst have it to buy Ginger bread: Hold, there is the very Remuneration I had of thy Master, thou half penny purse of wit, thou Pidgin-egge of discretion. O and the heavens were so pleased, that thou wart but my Bastard; What a joyful father wouldst thou make me? Go to, thou hast it ad dungil at the finger's ends, as they say. Oh I smell false Latin, dunghel for unguem. Artsman preambulat, we will be singuled from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the Charg-house on the top of the Mountain? Or Mons the hill. At your sweet pleasure, for the Mountain. I do sans question. Sir, it is the Kings most sweet pleasure & affection, to congratulate the Princess at her Pavilion, in the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.
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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 1193–1225 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 37 in this edition
Length475 words · 693 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T35 — Fools, wit and railing cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.736 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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)
He draweth out the thred of his verboſitie, finer then the ſtaple of his argument. I abhorre ſuch phanatticall phantaſims, ſuch inſociable and poynt deuiſe companions, ſuch rackers of ortagriphie, as to ſpeake out fine, when he ſhould ſay doubt; det, when he ſhold pronounce debt; debt, not det: he clepeth a Calfe, Cauſe: halfe, haufe: neighbour vocatur nebour; neigh abreuiated ne: this is abhominable, which he would call abbominable, it inſinuateth me of infamie: inteligis domine, to make frantique lunatique? Laus deo, bene intelligo. Bme boon for boon preſcin, a litle ſcratcht, twil ſerue. Vides ne quis venit? Video, et gaudio. Chirra. Quàri Chirra, not Sirra? Men of peace well incontred. Moſt millitarie ſir ſalutation. They haue been at a great feaſt of Languages, and ſtolne the ſcraps. O they haue lyud long on the almſbaſket of wordes. I maruaile thy M. hath not eaten thee for a worde, for thou art not ſo long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus: Thou art eaſier ſwallowed then a flapdragon. Peace, the peale begins. Mounſier, are you not lettred? Yes yes, he teaches boyes the Horne-booke: What is Ab ſpeld backward with the horne on his head? Ba, puericia with a horne added. Ba moſt ſeely Sheepe, with a horne: you heare his learning. Quis quis thou Conſonant? The laſt of the fiue Vowels if You repeate them, or the fift if I. I will repeate them: a e I. The Sheepe, the other two concludes it o u. Now by the ſault wane of the meditaranium, a ſweete tutch, a quicke vene we of wit, ſnip ſnap, quicke and home, it reioyceth my intellect, true wit. Offerd by a childe to an old man: which is wit-old. What is the figure? What is the figure? Hornes. Thou diſputes like an Infant: goe whip thy Gigg. Lende me your Horne to make one, and I will whip about your Infamie vnū cita a gigge of a Cuckolds horne. And I had but one peny in the world thou ſhouldſt haue it to buy Ginger bread: Holde, there is the verie Remuneration I had of thy Maiſter, thou halfe pennie purſe of wit, thou Pidgin-egge of diſcretion. O and the heauens were ſo pleaſed, that thou wart but my Baſtard; What a ioyfull father wouldeſt thou make me? Go to, thou haſt it ad dungil at the fingers ends, as they ſay. Oh I ſmell falſe Latine, dunghel for vnguem. Artſ-man preambulat, we will be ſinguled from the barbarous. Do you not educate youth at the Charg-houſe on the top of the Mountaine? Or Mons the hill. At your ſweete pleaſure, for the Mountaine. I do ſans queſtion. Sir, it is the Kings moſt ſweete pleaſur & affection, to congratulate the Princeſſe at her Pauilion, in the poſteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the after-noone.