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 · 472 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.
Sir Holofernes, this Berowne is one of the Votaries with the King, and here he hath framed a Letter to a sequent of the stranger Queens: which accidentally, or by the way of progression, hath miscarried. Trip and go my sweet, deliver this Paper into the hand of the King, it may concern much: stay not thy compliment, I forgive thy duty, adieu. Good Costard go with me: Sir God save your life. Have with thee my girl. Sir you have done this in the fear of God very religiously: and as a certain Father saith Sir tell not me of the Father, I do fear colourable colours. But to return to the Verses, Did they please you sir Nathaniel? Marvelous well for the pen. I do dine to day at the fathers of a certain Pupil of mine, where if (being repast) it shall please you to gratify the table with a Grace, I will on my privilege I have with the parents of the foresaid Child or Pupil, undertake your bien vonuto, where I will prove those Verses to be very unlearned, neither savouring of Poetry, Wit, nor Invention. I beseech your Society. And thank you to: for society (saith the text) is the happiness of life. And certes the text most infallibly concludes it. Sir I do invite you too, you shall not say me nay: pauca verba. Away, the gentles are at their game, and we will to our recreation. The King he is hunting the Dear, I am coursing myself. They have pitched a Toil, I am toiling in a pitch, pitch that defiles; defile, a foul word: Well, set thee down sorrow; for so they say the fool said, and so say I, and I the fool: Well proved wit. By the Lord this Love is as mad as Aiax, it kills sheep, it kills me, I a sheep: Well proved again a my side. I will not love; if I do hang me: i'faith I will not. O but her eye: by this light, but for her eye, I would not love her; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I do nothing in the world but lie, and lie in my throat. By heaven I do love, and it hath taught me to Rhyme, and to be mallicholie: and here is part of my Rhyme, and here my mallicholie. Well, she hath one o' my Sonnets already, the Clown bore it, the Fool sent it, and the Lady hath it: sweet Clown, sweeter Fool, sweetest Lady. By the world, I would not care a pin, if the other three were in. Here comes one with a paper, God give him grace to groan. Ay me! Shot by heaven: proceed sweet Cupid, thou hast thumped him with thy Bird-bolt under the left pap: in faith secrets.
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)
Sir Holofernes, this Berowne is one of the Votaries with the King, and here he hath framed a Letter to a ſequent of the ſtranger Queenes: which accidentally, or by the way of progreſſion, hath miſcarried. Trip and goe my ſweete, deliuer this Paper into the hand of the King, it may concerne much: ſtay not thy complement, I forgiue thy duetie, adue. Good Coſtard go with me: Sir God ſaue your life. Haue with thee my girle. Sir you haue done this in the feare of God very religiouſly: and as a certaine Father ſaith Sir tell not me of the Father, I do feare colourable colours. But to returne to the Verſes, Did they pleaſe you ſir Nathaniel? Marueilous well for the pen. I do dine to day at the fathers of a certaine Pupill of mine, where if (being repaſt) it ſhall pleaſe you to gratifie the table with a Grace, I will on my priuiledge I haue with the parents of the foreſaid Childe or Pupill, vndertake your bien vonuto, where I will proue thoſe Verſes to be very vnlearned, neither ſauouring of Poetrie, Wit, nor Inuention. I beſeech your Societie. And thanke you to: for ſocietie (ſaith the text) is the happineſſe of life. And certes the text moſt infallibly concludes it. Sir I do inuite you too, you ſhall not ſay me nay: pauca verba. Away, the gentles are at their game, and we will to our recreation. The King he is hunting the Deare, I am courſing my ſelfe. They haue pitcht a Toyle, I am toyling in a pytch, pitch that defiles; defile, a foule word: Well, ſet thee downe ſorrow; for ſo they ſay the foole ſaid, and ſo ſay I, and I the foole: Well proued wit. By the Lord this Loue is as mad as Aiax, it kils ſheepe, it kils mee, I a ſheepe: Well proued againe a my ſide. I will not loue; if I do hang me: yfaith I will not. O but her eye: by this light, but for her eye, I would not loue her; yes, for her two eyes. Well, I doe nothing in the world but lye, and lye in my throate. By heauen I doe loue, and it hath taught mee to Rime, and to be mallicholie: and here is part of my Rime, and heere my mallicholie. Well, ſhe hath one a' my Sonnets already, the Clowne bore it, the Foole ſent it, and the Lady hath it: ſweet Clowne, ſweeter Foole, ſweeteſt Lady. By the world, I would not care a pin, if the other three were in. Here comes one with a paper, God giue him grace to grone. Ay mee! Shot by heauen: proceede ſweet Cupid, thou haſt thumpt him with thy Birdbolt vnder the left pap: in faith ſecrets.