Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Much Ado About Nothing · chunk 2 of 42

Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.79 · 486 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.

Is't possible? Very easily possible, he wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat, it ever changes with the next block. I see lady the gentleman is not in your books. No, and he were, I would burn my study but I pray you who is his companion? is there no young squarer now that will make a voyage with him to the devil? He is most in the company of the right noble Claudio. O Lord, he will hang upon him like a disease, he is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker runs presently mad, God help the noble Claudio, if he have caught the Benedict, it will cost him a thousand pound ere a be cured. I will hold friends with you Lady. Do good friend. You will never run mad niece. No, not till a hot Ianuary. Don Pedro is approached. Good signor Leonato, are you come to meet your trouble: the fashion of the world is, to avoid cost, and you encounter it. Never came trouble to my house, in the likeness of your grace; for trouble being gone, comfort should remain: but when you depart from me, sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave. You embrace your charge too willingly: I think this is your daughter. Her mother hath many times told me so. Were you in doubt sir that you asked her? signor Benedick, no, for than were you a child. You have it full Benedick, we may guess by this, what you are, being a man, truly the Lady fathers herself: be happy Lady, for you are like an honourable father. If signor Leonato be her father, she would not have his head on her shoulders for all Messina as like him as she is. I wonder that you will still be talking, signor Benedick, no body marks you. What my dear lady Disdain! are you yet living? Is it possible Disdain should die, while she hath such meet food to feed it, as signor Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to Disdain, if you come in her presence. Then is courtesy a turncoat, but it is certain I am loved of all Ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart, for truly I love none. A dear happiness to women, they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor, I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that, I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me. God keep your Ladyship still in that mind, so some Gentleman or other shall scape a predestinate scratched face. Scratching could not make it worse, and 'ttwere such a face as yours were. Well, you are a rare parrot teacher. A bird of my tongue, is better than a beast of yours.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayMuch Ado About Nothing
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1600
First performance / composition (Annals)1598
First performance (BritDrama)1598
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 381 · TCP A11991 · DEEP 295
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 26–53 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 2 of 42 in this edition
Length486 words · 605 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.793 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T5 · seed 44: T44 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Ist possible? Very easily possible, he weares his faith but as the fashion of his hat, it euer changes with the next blocke. I see lady the gentleman is not in your bookes. No, and he were, I would burne my study but I pray you who is his companion? is there no yong squarer now that will make a voyage with him to the diuell? He is most in the companie of the right noble Claudio. O Lord, he will hang vpon him like a disease, hee is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker runs presently madde, God help the noble Claudio, if he haue caught the Benedict, it will cost him a thousand pound ee a be cured. I will holde friends with you Ladie. Do good friend. You will neuer runne madde niece. No, not till a hote Ianuary. Don Pedro is approacht. Good signior Leonato, are you come to meet your trouble: the fashion of the world is, to auoyd cost, and you incounter it. Neuer came trouble to my house, in the likenesse of your grace; for trouble being gone, comfort should remaine: but when you depart from mee, sorrow abides, and happines takes his leaue. You embrace your charge too willingly: I thincke this is your daughter. Her mother hath many times tolde me so. Were you in doubt sir that you askt her? Signior Benedicke, no, for then were you a child. You haue it full Benedicke, wee may ghesse by this, what you are, being a man, truely the Lady fathers her selfe: be happy Lady, for you are like an honourable father. If Signior Leonato be her father, she would not haue his head on her shoulders for all Messina as like him as she is. I wonder that you will still be talking, signior Benedicke, no body markes you. What my deere lady Disdaine! are you yet liuing? Is it possible Disdaine should die, while she hath such meete foode to feede it, as signior Benedicke? Curtesie it selfe must conuert to Disdaine, if you come in her presence. Then is curtesie a turne-coate, but it is certaine I am loued of all Ladies, onelie you excepted: and I would I could finde in my heart that I had not a hard heart, for truely I loue none. A deere happinesse to women, they would else haue beene troubled with a pernitious suter, I thanke God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that, I had rather heare my dog barke at a crow, than a man sweare he loues me. God keepe your Ladiship stil in that mind, so some Gentleman or other shall scape a predestinate scratcht face. Scratching could not make it worse, and twere such a face as yours were. Well, you are a rare parrat teacher. A bird of my tongue, is better than a beast of yours.