Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 487 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
BY heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible: true that thou art beauteous, truth itself that thou art lovely: more fairer than fair, beautiful then beauteous, truer than truth itself: have commiseration on thy heroical Vassal. The magnanimous and most illustrate King Cophetua set eye upon the pernicious and indubitate Beggar Zenelophon: and he it was that might rightly say, Veni, vidi, vici: Which to annothanize in the vulgar, O base and obscure vulgar; videliset, He came, See, and overcame: he came one; see, two; covercame three: Who came? the King. Why did he come? to see. Why did he see? to overcome. To whom came he? to the Beggar. What saw he? the Beggar. Who overcame he? the Beggar. The conclusion is victory: On whose side? the King: the captive is enriched: On whose side? the Beggars. The catastrophe is a Nuptial: on whose side? the Kings: no, on both in one, or one in both. I am the King (for so stands the comparison) thou the Beggar, for so witnesseth thy lowliness. Shall I command thy love? I may. Shall I enforce thy love? I could. Shall I entreat thy love? I will. What, shalt thou exchange for rags, robes: for tittles titles, for thyself me. Thus expecting thy reply, I profane my lips on thy foot, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy every part. Thus dost thou hear the Nemean Lion roar, 'Gainst thee thou Lamb, that standest as his prey: Submissive fall his princely feet before, And he from forage will incline to play. But if thou strive (poor soul) what art thou then? Food for his rage, repasture for his den. What plume of feathers is he that indicted this Letter? What vein? What Weathercock? Did you ever hear better? I am much deceived, but I remember the stile. Else your memory is bad, going o'er it erewhile. This Armando is a Spaniard that keeps here in court A Phantasime, a Monarcho, and one that makes sport To the Prince and his Booke-mates. Thou fellow, a word. Who gave thee this Letter? I told you, my Lord. To whom shouldst thou give it? From my Lord to my Lady. From which Lord, to which Lady? From my Lord Berowne, a good master of mine, To a Lady of France, that he called Rosaline. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come Lords away. Here sweet, put up this, 'twill be thine another day. Who is the shooter? Who is the shooter? Shall I teach you to know. I my continent of beauty. Why she that bears the Bow. Finely put off. My Lady goes to kill horns, but if thou marry, Hang me by the neck, if horns that year miscarry. Finely put on. Well then, I am the shooter. And who is your Dear? If we choose by the horns, yourself come not near. Finely put on indeed.
seed 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)
BY heauen, that thou art faire, is moſt infallible: true that thou art beauteous, truth it ſelfe that thou art louely: more fairer then faire, beautifull then beautious, truer then truth it ſelfe: haue comiſeration on thy heroicall Vaſſall. The magnanimous and moſt illuſtrate King Cophetua ſet eie vpon the pernicious and indubitate Begger Zenelophon: and he it was that might rightly ſay, Veni, vidi, vici: Which to annothanize in the vulgar, O baſe and obſcure vulgar; videliſet, He came, See, and ouercame: hee came one; ſee, two; couercame three: Who came? the King. Why did he come? to ſee. Why did he ſee? to ouercome. To whom came he? to the Begger. What ſaw he? the Begger. Who ouercame he? the Begger. The concluſion is victorie: On whoſe ſide? the King: the captiue is inricht: On whoſe ſide? the Beggers. The cataſtrophe is a Nuptiall: on whoſe ſide? the Kings: no, on both in one, or one in both. I am the King (for ſo ſtands the compariſon) thou the Begger, for ſo witneſſeth thy lowlineſſe. Shall I command thy loue? I may. Shall I enforce thy loue? I could. Shall I entreate thy loue? I will. What, ſhalt thou exchange for ragges, roabes: for tittles titles, for thy ſelfe mee. Thus expecting thy reply, I prophane my lips on thy foote, my eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy euerie part. Thus doſt thou heare the Nemean Lion roare, Gainſt thee thou Lambe, that ſtandeſt as his pray: Submiſſiue fall his princely feete before, And he from forrage will incline to play. But if thou ſtriue (poore ſoule) what art thou then? Foode for his rage, repaſture for his den. What plume of feathers is hee that indited this Letter? What veine? What Wethercocke? Did you euer heare better? I am much deceiued, but I remember the ſtile. Elſe your memorie is bad, going ore it erewhile. This Armando is a Spaniard that keeps here in court A Phantaſime, a Monarcho, and one that makes ſport To the Prince and his Booke-mates. Thou fellow, a word. Who gaue thee this Letter? I told you, my Lord. To whom ſhould'ſt thou giue it? From my Lord to my Lady. From which Lord, to which Lady? From my Lord Berowne, a good maſter of mine, To a Lady of France, that he call'd Roſaline. Thou haſt miſtaken his letter. Come Lords away. Here ſweete, put vp this, 'twill be thine another day. Who is the ſhooter? Who is the ſhooter? Shall I teach you to know. I my continent of beautie. Why ſhe that beares the Bow. Finely put off. My Lady goes to kill hornes, but if thou marrie, Hang me by the necke, if hornes that yeare miſcarrie. Finely put on. Well then, I am the ſhooter. And who is your Deare? If we chooſe by the hornes, your ſelfe come not neare. Finely put on indeede.