Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.73 · 492 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Not so, I do beseech your Majesty. Be patiented, for you shall remain with us. Now forth Lord Constable, and Princes all, And quickly bring us word of England's fall. How now Captain Fluellen, come you from the Bridge? I assure you, there is very excellent Services committed at the Bridge. Is the Duke of Exeter safe? The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon, and a man that I love and honour with my soul, and my heart, and my duty, and my live, and my living, and my uttermost power. He is not, God be praised and blessed, any hurt in the World, but keeps the Bridge most valiantly, with excellent discipline. There is an ancient Lieutenant there at the Bridge, I think in my very conscience he is as valiant a man as Mark Anthony, and he is a man of no estimation in the World, but I did see him do as gallant service. What do you call him? He is called ancient Pistol. I know him not. Here is the man. Captain, I thee beseech to do me favours: the Duke of Exeter doth love thee well. I, I praise God, and I have merited some love at his hands. Bardolph, a Soldier firm and sound of heart, and of buxom valour, hath by cruel Fate, and giddy Fortune's furious fickle Wheel, that Goddess blind, that stands upon the rolling restless Stone. By your patience, ancient Pistol: Fortune is painted blind, with a Muffler afore his eyes, to signify to you, that Fortune is blind; and she is painted also with a Wheel, to signify to you, which is the Moral of it, that she is turning and inconstant, and mutability, and variation: and her foot, look you, is fixed upon a Spherical Stone, which roll, and rolls, and roll: in good truth, the Poet makes a most excellent description of it: Fortune is an excellent Moral. Fortune is Bardolphs foe, and frowns on him: for he hath stolen a Pax, and hanged must a be: a damned death: let Gallows gape for Dog, let Man go free, and let not Hemp his Windpipe suffocate: but Exeter hath given the doom of death, for Pax of little price. Therefore go speak, the Duke will hear thy voice; and let not Bardolphs vital thread be cut with edge of Penny-Cord, and vile reproach. Speak Captain for his Life, and I will thee requite. Ancient Pistol, I do partly understand your meaning. Why then rejoice therefore. Certainly Ancient, it is not a thing to rejoice at: for if, look you, he were my Brother, I would desire the Duke to use his good pleasure, and put him to execution; for discipline ought to be used. die, and be damned, and Figo for thy friendship. It is well. The Fig of Spain. Very good. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit Rascal, I remember him now: a Bawd, a Cutpurse.
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Position
nodes 1168–1192 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 23 of 51 in this edition
Length
492 words · 658 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.729 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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seed 43: T0 · seed 44: T0 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Not ſo, I doe beſeech your Maieſtie. Be patient, for you ſhall remaine with vs. Now forth Lord Conſtable, and Princes all, And quickly bring vs word of Englands fall. How now Captaine Fluellen, come you from the Bridge? I aſſure you, there is very excellent Seruices committed at the Bridge. Is the Duke of Exeter ſafe? The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon, and a man that I loue and honour with my ſoule, and my heart, and my dutie, and my liue, and my liuing, and my vttermoſt power. He is not, God be prayſed and bleſſed, any hurt in the World, but keepes the Bridge moſt valiantly, with excellent diſcipline. There is an aunchient Lieutenant there at the Pridge, I thinke in my very conſcience hee is as valiant a man as Marke Anthony, and hee is a man of no eſtimation in the World, but I did ſee him doe as gallant ſeruice. What doe you call him? Hee is call'd aunchient Piſtoll. I know him not. Here is the man. Captaine, I thee beſeech to doe me fauours: the Duke of Exeter doth loue thee well. I, I prayſe God, and I haue merited ſome loue at his hands. Bardolph, a Souldier firme and ſound of heart, and of buxome valour, hath by cruell Fate, and giddie Fortunes furious fickle Wheele, that Goddeſſe blind, that ſtands vpon the rolling reſtleſſe Stone. By your patience, aunchient Piſtoll: Fortune is painted blinde, with a Muffler afore his eyes, to ſignifie to you, that Fortune is blinde; and ſhee is painted alſo with a Wheele, to ſignifie to you, which is the Morall of it, that ſhee is turning and inconſtant, and mutabilitie, and variation: and her foot, looke you, is fixed vpon a Sphericall Stone, which rowles, and rowles, and rowles: in good truth, the Poet makes a moſt excellent deſcription of it: Fortune is an excellent Morall. Fortune is Bardolphs foe, and frownes on him: for he hath ſtolne a Pax, and hanged muſt a be: a damned death: let Gallowes gape for Dogge, let Man goe free, and let not Hempe his Wind-pipe ſuffocate: but Exeter hath giuen the doome of death, for Pax of little price. Therefore goe ſpeake, the Duke will heare thy voyce; and let not Bardolphs vitall thred bee cut with edge of Penny-Cord, and vile reproach. Speake Captaine for his Life, and I will thee requite. Aunchient Piſtoll, I doe partly vnderſtand your meaning. Why then reioyce therefore. Certainly Aunchient, it is not a thing to reioyce at: for if, looke you, he were my Brother, I would deſire the Duke to vſe his good pleaſure, and put him to execution; for diſcipline ought to be vſed. Dye, and be dam'd, and Figo for thy friendſhip. It is well. The Figge of Spaine. Very good. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit Raſcall, I remember him now: a Bawd, a Cut-purſe.