Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Love's Labor's Lost · chunk 6 of 42

Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 528 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.

How many is one thrice told? I am ill at reckoning, it fits the spirit of a Tapster. You are a gentleman and a gamester fir. I confess both, they are both the varnish of a complete man. Then I am sure you know how much the gross sum of deus-ace amounts to. It doth amount to one more than two. Which the base vulgar call three. True. Why sir is this such a piece of study? Now here's three studied, ere you'll thrice wink, & how easy it is to put years to the word three, and study three years in two words, the dancing horse will tell you. A most fine Figure. To prove you a cipher. I will hereupon confess I am in love: and as it is base for a Soldier to love; so am I in love with a base wench. If drawing my sword against the humour of affection, would deliver me from the reprobate thought of it, I would take Desire prisoner, and ransom him to any French Courtier for a new devised curtsy. I think scorn to sigh, me thinks I should outswear Cupid. Comfort me Boy, What great men have been in love? Hercules' Master. Most sweet Hercules: more authority dear Boy, name more; and sweet my child let them be men of good repute and carriage. Samson Master, he was a man of good carriage, great carriage: for he carried the Towne-gates on his back like a Porter: and he was in love. O well-knit Samson, strong jointed Samson; I do excel thee in my rapier, as much as thou didst me in carrying gates. I am in love too. Who was Sampsons love my dear Moth? A Woman, Master. Of what complexion? Of all the four, or the three, or the two, or one of the four. Tell me precisely of what complexion? Of the sea-water Greene sir. Is that one of the four complexions? As I have read sir, and the best of them too. Greene indeed is the colour of Lovers: but to have a Love of that colour, methinks Samson had small reason for it. He surely affected her for her wit. It was so sir, for she had a green wit. My Love is most immaculate white and red. Most immaculate thoughts Master, are masked under such colours. Define, define, well educated infant. My father's wit, and my mother's tongue assist me. Sweet invocation of a child, most pretty and pathetical. If she be made of white and red, Her faults will ne'er be known: For blush-in cheeks by faults are bred, And fears by pale white shown: Then if she fear, or be to blame, By this you shall not know, For still her cheeks possess the same, Which native she doth owe: A dangerous rhyme master against the reason of white and red. Is there not a ballet Boy, of the King and the Beggar? The world was very guilty of such a Ballet some three ages since, but I think now 'tis not to be found: or if it were, it would neither serve for the writing, nor the tune.
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PlayLove's Labor's Lost
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1623
First performance / composition (Annals)c.1595
First performance (BritDrama)1596 [1594-1597]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 316 · TCP A11954 · DEEP 5081.07
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 264–304 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 42 in this edition
Length528 words · 671 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T4 — Love-longing and the lover's complaint at 0.676
Other seedsseed 43: T2 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
How many is one thrice told? I am ill at reckning, it fits the ſpirit of a Tapſter. You are a gentleman and a gameſter fir. I confeſſe both, they are both the varniſh of a compleat man. Then I am ſure you know how much the groſſe ſumme of deuſ-ace amounts to. It doth amount to one more then two. Which the baſe vulgar call three. True. Why ſir is this ſuch a peece of ſtudy? Now here's three ſtudied, ere you'll thrice wink, & how eaſie it is to put yeres to the word three, and ſtudy three yeeres in two words, the dancing horſe will tell you. A moſt fine Figure. To proue you a Cypher. I will heereupon confeſſe I am in loue: and as it is baſe for a Souldier to loue; ſo am I in loue with a baſe wench. If drawing my ſword againſt the humour of affection, would deliuer mee from the reprobate thought of it, I would take Deſire priſo, and ranſome him to any French Courtier for a n deuis'd curtſie. I thinke ſcorne to ſigh, me thinkes I ſhould out-ſweare Cupid. Comfort me Boy, What great men haue beene in loue? Hercules Maſter. Moſt ſweete Hercules: more authority deare Boy, name more; and ſweet my childe let them be men of good repute and carriage. Sampſon Maſter, he was a man of good carriage, great carriage: for hee carried the Towne-gates on his backe like a Porter: and he was in loue. O well-knit Sampſon, ſtrong ioynted Sampſon; I doe excell thee in my rapier, as much as thou didſt mee in carrying gates. I am in loue too. Who was Sampſons loue my deare Moth? A Woman, Maſter. Of what complexion? Of all the foure, or the three, or the two, or one of the foure. Tell me preciſely of what complexion? Of the ſea-water Greene ſir. Is that one of the foure complexions? As I haue read ſir, and the beſt of them too. Greene indeed is the colour of Louers: but to haue a Loue of that colour, methinkes Sampſon had ſmall reaſon for it. He ſurely affected her for her wit. It was ſo ſir, for ſhe had a greene wit. My Loue is moſt immaculate white and red. Moſt immaculate thoughts Maſter, are mask'd vnder ſuch colours. Define, define, well educated infant. My fathers witte, and my mothers tongue aſſiſt mee. Sweet inuocation of a childe, moſt pretty and patheticall. If ſhee be made of white and red, Her faults will nere be knowne: For bluſh-in cheekes by faults are bred, And feares by pale white ſhowne: Then if ſhe feare, or be to blame, By this you ſhall not know, For ſtill her cheekes poſſeſſe the ſame, Which natiue ſhe doth owe: A dangerous rime maſter againſt the reaſon of white and redde. Is there not a ballet Boy, of the King and the Begger? The world was very guilty of ſuch a Ballet ſome three ages ſince, but I thinke now 'tis not to be found: or if it were, it would neither ſerue for the writing, nor the tune.