Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.74 · 512 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Four days ago. Let's see the penalty. On pain of losing her tongue. Who devised this penalty? Marry that did I. Sweet Lord, and why? To fright them hence with that dread penalty, A dangerous law against gentility. Item, If any man be seen to talk with a woman within the term of three years, he shall endure such public shame as the rest of the Court shall possibly device. This Article my Liege yourself must break, For well you know here comes is Embassy The French Kings daughter, with yourself to speak: A Maid of grace and complete majesty, About surrender up of Aquitaine: To her decrepit, sick, and bedrid Father. Therefore this Article is made in vain, Or vainly comes th' admired Princess hither. What say you Lords? Why, this was quite forgot. So Study evermore is overshot, While it doth study to have what it would, It doth forget to do the thing it should: And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, 'Tis won as towns with fire, so won, so lost. We must of force dispense with this Decree, She must lie here on mere necessity. Necessity will make us all forsworn Three thousand times within this three years space: For every man with his affects is borne, Not by might mastered, but by special grace. If I break faith, this word shall break for me, I am forsworn on mere necessity. So to the Laws at large I writ my name, And he that breaks them in the least degree, Stands in attainder of eternal shame. Suggestions are to others as to me: But I believe although I seem so loath, I am the last that will last keep his oath. But is there no quick recreation granted? I that there is, our Court you know is haunted With a refined traveller of Spain, A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain: One, who the music of his own vain tongue, Doth ravish like enchanting harmony: A man of compliments whom right and wrong Have chose as umpire of their mutiny. This child of fancy that Armado hight, For interim to our studies shall relate, In high-born words the worth of many a Knight: From tawny Spain lost in the world's debate. How you delight my Lords, I know not I, But I protest I love to hear him lie, And I will use him for my Minstrelsy. Armado is a most illustrious wight, A man of fire, new words, fashions own Knight. Costard the swain and he, shall be our sport, And so to study, three years is but short. Which is the Dukes own person. This fellow, What wouldst? I myself reprehend his own person, for I am his grace's Tharborough: But I would see his own person in flesh and blood. This is he. Signior Arm, Arm commends you: there's villainy abroad, this letter will tell you more. Sir the Contempts thereof are as touching me. A letter from the magnificent Armado.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 122–185 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 42 in this edition
Length
512 words · 663 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.736 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T0 · seed 44: T0 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Foure dayes agoe. Let's ſee the penaltie. On paine of looſing her tongue. Who deuis'd this penaltie? Marry that did I. Sweete Lord, and why? To fright them hence with that dread penaltie, A dangerous law againſt gentilitie. Item, If any man be ſeene to talke with a woman within the tearme of three yeares, hee ſhall indure ſuch publique ſhame as the reſt of the Court ſhall poſſibly deuiſe. This Article my Liedge your ſelfe muſt breake, For well you know here comes is Embaſſie The French Kings daughter, with your ſelfe to ſpeake: A Maide of grace and compleate maieſtie, About ſurrender vp of Aquitaine: To her decrepit, ſicke, and bed-rid Father. Therefore this Article is made in vaine, Or vainly comes th' admired Princeſſe hither. What ſay you Lords? Why, this was quite forgot. So Studie euermore is ouerſhot, While it doth ſtudy to haue what it would, It doth forget to doe the thing it ſhould: And when it hath the thing it hunteth moſt, 'Tis won as townes with fire, ſo won, ſo loſt. We muſt of force diſpence with this Decree, She muſt lye here on meere neceſſitie. Neceſſity will make vs all forſworne Three thouſand times within this three yeeres ſpace: For euery man with his affects is borne, Not by might maſtred, but by ſpeciall grace. If I breake faith, this word ſhall breake for me, I am forſworne on meere neceſſitie. So to the Lawes at large I write my name, And he that breakes them in the leaſt degree, Stands in attainder of eternall ſhame. Suggeſtions are to others as to me: But I beleeue although I ſeeme ſo loth, I am the laſt that will laſt keepe his oth. But is there no quicke recreation granted? I that there is, our Court you know is hanted With a refined trauailer of Spaine, A man in all the worlds new faſhion planted, That hath a mint of phraſes in his braine: One, who the muſicke of his owne vaine tongue, Doth rauiſh like inchanting harmonie: A man of complements whom right and wrong Haue choſe as vmpire of their mutinie. This childe of fancie that Armado hight, For interim to our ſtudies ſhall relate, In high-borne words the worth of many a Knight: From tawnie Spaine loſt in the worlds debate. How you delight my Lords, I know not I, But I proteſt I loue to heare him lie, And I will vſe him for my Minſtrelſie. Armado is a moſt illuſtrious wight, A man of fire, new words, faſhions owne Knight. Coſtard the ſwaine and he, ſhall be our ſport, And ſo to ſtudie, three yeeres is but ſhort. Which is the Dukes owne perſon. This fellow, What would'ſt? I my ſelfe reprehend his owne perſon, for I am his graces Tharborough: But I would ſee his own perſon in fleſh and blood. This is he. Signeor Arme, Arme commends you: Ther's villanie abroad, this letter will tell you more. Sir the Contempts thereof are as touching mee. A letter from the magnificent Armado.