Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.84 · 503 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
But to stand stained with Travail, and sweeting with desire to see him, thinking of nothing else, putting all affairs in oblivion, as if there were nothing else to be done, but to see him. 'Tis semper idem: for obsque hoc nihil est. 'Tis all in every part. 'Tis so indeed. My Knight, I will inflame thy Noble Liver, and make thee rage. Thy Dol, and Helen of thy noble thoughts is in base Durance, and contagious prison: Halled thither by most Mechanical and dirty hand. Rouse up Revenge from Ebon den, with fell Alecto's Snake, for Dol is in. Pistol, speaks nought but troth. I will deliver her. There roared the Sea: and Trumpet Clangour sounds. Save thy Grace, King Hall, my Royal Hall. The heavens thee guard, and keep, most royal Imp of Fame. 'Saue thee my sweet Boy. My Lord Chief justice, speak to that vain man. Have you your wits? Know you what 'tis you speak? My King, my Ioue; I speak to thee, my heart. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy Prayers: How ill white hairs become a Fool, and jester? I have long dreamed of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swelled, so old, and so profane: But being awake, I do despise my dream. Make less thy body (hence) and more thy Grace, Leave gourmandizing; Know the Grave doth gape For thee, thrice wider then for other men. Reply not to me, with a Foole-borne jest, Presume not, that I am the thing I was, For heaven doth know (so shall the world perceive) That I have turned away my former Self, So will I those that kept me Company. When thou dost hear I am, as I have been, Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou was't The Tutor and the Feeder of my Riots: Till then, I banish thee, on pain of death, As I have done the rest of my Misleaders, Not to come near our Person, by ten mile. For competence of life, I will allow you, That lack of means enforce you not to evil: And as we hear you do reform yourselves, We will according to your strength, and qualities, Give you advancement. Be it your charge (my Lord) To see performed the tenure of our word. Set on. Master Shallow, I own you a thousand pound. I marry Sir Iohn, which I beseech you to let me have home with me. That can hardly be, M. Shallow, do not you grieve at this: I shall be sent for in private to him: Look you, he must seem thus to the world: fear not your advancement: I will be the man yet, that shall make you great. I cannot well perceive how, unless you should give me your Doublet, and stuff me out with Straw. I beseech you, good Sir Iohn, let me have five hundred of my thousand. Sir, I will be as good as my word. This that you heard, was but a colour.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2158–2200 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 50 of 51 in this edition
Length
503 words · 682 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T13 — Knights, squires and ladiesreviewed — decision pending · typicality 0.842 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T20 · seed 44: T17 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
But to ſtand ſtained with Trauaile, and ſweating with deſire to ſee him, thinking of nothing elſe, putting all affayres in obliuion, as if there were nothing els to bee done, but to ſee him. 'Tis ſemper idem: for obſque hoc nihil est. 'Tis all in euery part. 'Tis ſo indeed. My Knight, I will enflame thy Noble Liuer, and make thee rage. Thy Dol, and Helen of thy noble thoghts is in baſe Durance, and contagious priſon: Hall'd thither by moſt Mechanicall and durty hand. Rowze vppe Reuenge from Ebon den, with fell Alecto's Snake, for Dol is in. Piſtol, ſpeakes nought but troth. I will deliuer her. There roar'd the Sea: and Trumpet Clangour ſounds. Saue thy Grace, King Hall, my Royall Hall. The heauens thee guard, and keepe, moſt royall Impe of Fame. 'Saue thee my ſweet Boy. My Lord Chiefe Iuſtice, ſpeake to that vaine man. Haue you your wits? Know you what 'tis you ſpeake? My King, my Ioue; I ſpeake to thee, my heart. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy Prayers: How ill white haires become a Foole, and Ieſter? I haue long dream'd of ſuch a kinde of man, So ſurfeit-ſwell'd, ſo old, and ſo prophane: But being awake, I do deſpiſe my dreame. Make leſſe thy body (hence) and more thy Grace, Leaue gourmandizing; Know the Graue doth gape For thee, thrice wider then for other men. Reply not to me, with a Foole-borne Ieſt, Preſume not, that I am the thing I was, For heauen doth know (ſo ſhall the world perceiue) That I haue turn'd away my former Selfe, So will I thoſe that kept me Companie. When thou doſt heare I am, as I haue bin, Approach me, and thou ſhalt be as thou was't The Tutor and the Feeder of my Riots: Till then, I baniſh thee, on paine of death, As I haue done the reſt of my Miſleaders, Not to come neere our Perſon, by ten mile. For competence of life, I will allow you, That lacke of meanes enforce you not to euill: And as we heare you do reforme your ſelues, We will according to your ſtrength, and qualities, Giue you aduancement. Be it your charge (my Lord) To ſee perform'd the tenure of our word. Set on. Maſter Shallow, I owe you a thouſand pound. I marry Sir Iohn, which I beſeech you to let me haue home with me. That can hardly be, M. Shallow, do not you grieue at this: I ſhall be ſent for in priuate to him: Looke you, he muſt ſeeme thus to the world: feare not your aduancement: I will be the man yet, that ſhall make you great. I cannot well perceiue how, vnleſſe you ſhould giue me your Doublet, and ſtuffe me out with Straw. I beſeech you, good Sir Iohn, let mee haue fiue hundred of my thouſand. Sir, I will be as good as my word. This that you heard, was but a colour.