Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 511 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Madam, I was. And were you well advised? I was fair Madam. When you then were here, What did you whisper in your Lady's ear? That more than all the world I did respect her When she shall challenge this, you will reject her. Upon mine Honour no. Peace, peace, forbear: your oath once broke, you force not to forswear. Despise me when I break this oath of mine. I will, and therefore keep it. Rosaline, What did the Russian whisper in your ear? Madam, he swore that he did hold me dear As precious eyesight, and did value me Above this World: adding thereto moreover, That he would Wed me, or else die my Lover. God give thee joy of him: the Noble Lord Most honourably doth uphold his word. What mean you Madame? By my life, my troth, I never swore this Lady such an oath. By heaven you did; and to confirm it plain, you gave me this: But take it sir again. My faith and this, the Princess I did give, I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve. Pardon me sir, this jewel did she wear, And Lord Berowne (I thank him) is my dear. What? Will you have me, or your Pearl again? Neither of either, I remit both twain. I see the trick on't: here was a consent, Knowing aforehand of our merriment, To dash it like a Christmas Comedy. Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight Zany, Some mumble-newes, some trencher-knight, some Dick That smiles his cheek in years, and knows the trick To make my Lady laugh, when she's disposed; Told our intents before: which once disclosed, The Ladies did change Favours, and then we Following the signs, wooed but the sign of she. Now to our perjury, to add more terror, We are again forsworn in will and error. Much upon this 'tis: and might not you Forestall our sport, to make us thus untrue? Do not you know my Lady's foot by ' th' squire? And laugh upon the apple of her eye? And stand between her back sir, and the fire, Holding a trencher, jesting merrily? You put our Page out: go, you are aloud. Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud. You leer upon me, do you? There's an eye Wounds like a Leaden sword. Full merrily hath this brave manager, this career been run. Lo, he is tilting strait. Peace, I have done. Welcome pure wit, thou partest a fair fray. O Lord sir, they would know, Whether the three worthies shall come in, or no. What, are there but three? No sir, but it is vary fine, For every one presents three. And three times thrice is nine. Not so sir, under correction sir, I hope it is not so. You cannot beg us sir, I can assure you sir, we know what we know: I hope sir three times thrice sir. Is not nine. Under correction sir, we know where-untill it doth amount. By Ioue, I always took three three for nine.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Madam, I was. And were you well aduis'd? I was faire Madam. When you then were heere, What did you whiſper in your Ladies eare? That more then all the world I did reſpect her When ſhee ſhall challenge this, you will reiect her. Vpon mine Honor no. Peace, peace, forbeare: your oath once broke, you force not to forſweare. Deſpiſe me when I breake this oath of mine. I will, and therefore keepe it. Roſaline, What did the Ruſsian whiſper in your eare? Madam, he ſwore that he did hold me deare As precious eye-ſight, and did value me Aboue this World: adding thereto moreouer, That he vvould Wed me, or elſe die my Louer. God giue thee ioy of him: the Noble Lord Moſt honorably doth vphold his word. What meane you Madame? By my life, my troth, I neuer ſwore this Ladie ſuch an oth. By heauen you did; and to confirme it plaine, you gaue me this: But take it ſir againe. My faith and this, the Princeſſe I did giue, I knew her by this Iewell on her ſleeue. Pardon me ſir, this Iewell did ſhe weare, And Lord Berowne (I thanke him) is my deare. What? Will you haue me, or your Pearle againe? Neither of either, I remit both twaine. I ſee the tricke on't: Heere was a conſent, Knowing aforehand of our merriment, To daſh it like a Chriſtmas Comedie. Some carry-tale, ſome pleaſe-man, ſome ſlight Zanie, Some mumble-newes, ſome trencher-knight, ſom Dick That ſmiles his cheeke in yeares, and knowes the trick To make my Lady laugh, when ſhe's diſpos'd; Told our intents before: which once diſclos'd, The Ladies did change Fauours, and then we Following the ſignes, woo'd but the ſigne of ſhe. Now to our periurie, to adde more terror, We are againe forſworne in will and error. Much vpon this tis: and might not you Foreſtall our ſport, to make vs thus vntrue? Do not you know my Ladies foot by 'th ſquier? And laugh vpon the apple of her eie? And ſtand betweene her backe ſir, and the fire, Holding a trencher, ieſting merrilie? You put our Page out: go, you are alowd. Die when you will, a ſmocke ſhall be your ſhrowd. You leere vpon me, do you? There's an eie Wounds like a Leaden ſword. Full merrily hath this braue manager, this carreere bene run. Loe, he is tilting ſtraight. Peace, I haue don. Welcome pure wit, thou part'ſt a faire fray. O Lord ſir, they would kno, Whether the three worthies ſhall come in, or no. What, are there but three? No ſir, but it is var fine, For euerie one purſents three. And three times thrice is nine. Not ſo ſir, vnder correction ſir, I hope it is not ſo. You cannot beg vs ſir, I can aſſure you ſir, we know what we know: I hope ſir three times thrice ſir. Is not nine. Vnder correction ſir, wee know where-vntill it doth amount. By Ioue, I alwaies tooke three threes for nine.