Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Love's Labor's Lost · chunk 13 of 42

Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 488 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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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.

A wonder Master, here's a Costard broken in a shin. Some enigma, some riddle, come, thy Envoy begin. No enigma, no riddle, no lenuoy, no salve, in thee male sir. Or sir, Plantain, a plain Plantain: no lenuoy, no lenuoy, no Salve sir, but a Plantain. By virtue thou inforcest laughter, thy silly thought, my spleen, the heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling: O pardon me my stars, doth the inconsiderate take salve for lenuoy, and the word lenuoy for a salve? Do the wise think them other, is not lenuoy a salve? No Page, it is an epilogue or discourse to make plain, Some obscure precedence that hath to fore been fain. Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with my lenuoy. The Fox, the Ape, and the Humblebee, Were still at odds, being but three. Until the Goose came out of door, Staying the odds by adding four. A good Envoy, ending in the Goose: would you desire more? The Boy hath sold him a bargain, a Goose, that's flat Sir, your pennyworth is good, and your Goose be fat. To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and lose: Let me see a fat Envoy, I that's a fat Goose. Come hither, come hither: How did this argument begin? By saying that a Costard was broken in a shin. Then called you for the Envoy. True, and I for a Plantain: Thus came your argument in: Then the Boys fat Envoy, the Goose that you bought, And he ended the market. But tell me: How was there a Costard broken in a shin? I will tell you sensibly. Thou hast no feeling of it Moth, I will speak that Envoy. I Costard running out, that was safely within, Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin. We will talk no more of this matter. Till there be more matter in the shin. Sirrah Costard, I will infranchise thee. O, marry me to one Francis, I smell some Envoy, some Goose in this. By my sweet soul, I mean, setting thee at liberty. Enfreedoming thy person: thou wert emured, restrained, captivated, bound. True, true, and now you will be my purgation, and let me lose. I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance, and in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this: Bear this significant to the country Maid Iaquenetta: there is remuneration, for the best ward of mine honours is rewarding my dependants. Moth, follow. Like the sequel I Signeur Costard adieu. My sweet ounce of man's flesh, my in-conie Iew: Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration, O, that's the Latin word for three-farthings: Three-farthings remuneration, What's the price of this yncle? i.d. no, I'll give you a remuneration: Why? It carries it remuneration: Why? It is a fairer name than a French-crown. I will never buy and sell out of this word.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 643–683 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 42 in this edition
Length488 words · 717 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T6 — Money, debt and credit at 0.739
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)
A wonder Maſter, here's a Coſtard broken in a ſhin. Some enigma, ſome riddle, come, thy Lenuoy begin. No egma, no riddle, no lenuoy, no ſalue, in thee male ſir. Or ſir, Plantan, a plaine Plantan: no lenuoy, no lenuoy, no Salue ſir, but a Plantan. By vertue thou inforceſt laughter, thy ſillie thought, my ſpleene, the heauing of my lunges prouokes me to rediculous ſmyling: O pardon me my ſtars, doth the inconſiderate take ſalue for lenuoy, and the word lenuoy for a ſalue? Doe the wiſe thinke them other, is not lenuoy a ſalue? No Page, it is an epilogue or diſcourſe to make plaine, Some obſcure precedence that hath to fore bin faine. Now will I begin your morrall, and do you follow with my lenuoy. The Foxe, the Ape, and the Humble-Bee, Were ſtill at oddes, being but three. Vntill the Gooſe came out of doore, Staying the oddes by adding foure. A good Lenuoy, ending in the Gooſe: would you deſire more? The Boy hath ſold him a bargaine, a Gooſe, that's flat Sir, your penny-worth is good, and your Gooſe be fat▪ To ſell a bargaine well is as cunning as faſt and looſe: Let me ſee a fat Lenuoy, I that's a fat Gooſe. Come hither, come hither: How did this argument begin? By ſaying that a Coſtard was broken in a ſhin. Then cal'd you for the Lenuoy. True, and I for a Plantan: Thus came your argument in: Then the Boyes fat Lenuoy, the Gooſe that you bought, And he ended the market. But tell me: How was there a Coſtard broken in a ſhin? I will tell you ſencibly. Thou haſt no feeling of it Moth, I will ſpeake that Lenuoy. I Coſtard running out, that was ſafely within, Fell ouer the threſhold, and broke my ſhin. We will talke no more of this matter. Till there be more matter in the ſhin. Sirra Coſtard, I will infranchiſe thee. O, marrie me to one Francis, I ſmell ſome Lenuoy, ſome Gooſe in this. By my ſweete ſoule, I meane, ſetting thee at libertie. Enfreedoming thy perſon: thou wert emured, reſtrained, captiuated, bound. True, true, and now you will be my purgation, and let me looſe. I giue thee thy libertie, ſet thee from durance, and in lieu thereof, impoſe on thee nothing but this: Beare this ſignificant to the countrey Maide Iaquenetta: there is remuneration, for the beſt ward of mine honours is rewarding my dependants. Moth, follow. Like the ſequell I. Signeur Coſtard adew. My ſweete ounce of mans fleſh, my in-conie Iew: Now will I looke to his remuneration. Remuneration, O, that's the Latine word for three-farthings: Three-farthings remuneration, What's the price of this yncle? i.d. no, Ile giue you a remuneration: Why? It carries it remuneration: Why? It is a fairer name then a French-Crowne. I will neuer buy and ſell out of this word.