Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Much Ado About Nothing · chunk 35 of 42

Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
T54 Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mo typicality 0.80 · 493 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.

Brother Anthony. Hold you content, what man! I know them, yea And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple, Scambling, outfacing, fashion-monging boys, That he, and cog, and flout, deprave, and slander, Go antiquely, and show outward hideousness, And speak of half a dozen dangerous words, How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, And this is all. But brother Anthony. Come 'tis no matter, Do not you meddle, let me deal in this. Gentlemen both, we will not wake your patience, My heart is sorry for your daughter's death: But on my honour she was charged with nothing But what was true, and very full of proof. My Lord, my Lord. I will not hear you. No come brother, away, I will be heard. And shall, or some of us will smart for it. See see, here comes the man we went to seek. Now signor, what news? Good day my Lord: Welcome signor, you are almost come to part almost a fray. We had liked to have had our two noses snapped off with two old men without teeth. Leonato and his brother what thinkest thou? had we sought, I doubt we should have been too young for them. In a false quarrel there is no true valour, I came to seek you both. We have been up and down to seek thee, for we are high proof melancholy, and would feign have it beaten away, wilt thou use thy wit? It is in my scabbard, shall I draw it? Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side? Never any did so, though very many have been beside their wit, I will bid thee draw, as we do the minstrels, draw to pleasure us. As I am an honest man he looks pale, art thou sick, or angry? What, courage man: what though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, and you charge it against me, I pray you choose another subject Nay then give him another staff, this last was broke cross. By this light, he changes more and more, I think he be angry indeed. If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle. Shall I speak a word in your ear? God bless me from a challenge. You are a villain, I jest not, I will make it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when you dare: do me right, or I will protest your cowardice: you have killed a sweeete Lady, and her death shall fall heavy on you, let me hear from you. Well I will meet you, so I may have good cheer. What, a feast, a feast? I faith I thank him he hath bid me to a calves head & a capon, the which if I do not carve most curiously, say my kniffes nought, shall I not find a woodcock too?
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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 1199–1241 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 42 in this edition
Length493 words · 639 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T54 — Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mourning cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.803 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T37 · seed 44: T48 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Brother Anthony. Hold you content, what man! I know them, yea And what they weigh, euen to the vtmost scruple, Scambling, out-facing, fashion-monging boies, That he, and cogge, and flout, depraue, and slaunder, Go antiquely, and shew outward hidiousnesse, And speake of halfe a dozen dang'rous words, How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, And this is all. But brother Anthonie. Come tis no matter, Do not you meddle, let me deale in this. Gentlemen both, we will not wake your patience, My heart is sory for your daughters death: But on my honour she was chargde with nothing But what was true, and very full of proofe. My Lord, my Lord. I will not heare you. No come brother, away, I wil be heard. And shal, or some of vs wil smart for it. See see, heere comes the man we went to seeke. Now signior, what newes? Good day my Lord: Welcome signior, you are almost come to parte almost a fray. Wee had likt to haue had our two noses snapt off with two old men without teeth. Leonato and his brother what thinkst thou? had we sought, I doubt we should haue beene too yong for them. In a false quarrell there is no true valour, I came to seeke you both. We haue beene vp and downe to seeke thee, for we are high proofe melancholie, and would faine haue it beaten away, wilt thou vse thy wit? It is in my scabberd, shal I drawe it? Doest thou weare thy wit by thy side? Neuer any did so, though very many haue been beside their wit, I will bid thee drawe, as wee doe the minstrels, w to pleasure vs. As I am an honest man he lookes pale, art thou sike, or angry? What, courage man: what though care kild a catte, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care. Sir, I shall meete your wit in the careere, and you charge it against me, I pray you chuse another subiect Nay then giue him another staffe, this last was broke crosse. By this light, he chaunges more and more, I thinke he be angry indeed. If he be, he knowes how to turne his girdle. Shall I speake a word in your eare? God blesse me from a challenge. You are a villaine, I ieast not, I will make it good howe you dare, with what you dare, and when you dare: doe mee right, or I will protest your cowardise: you haue killd a sweeete Lady, and her death shall fall heauie on you, let me heare from you. Well I wil meet you, so I may haue good cheare. What, a feast, a feast? I faith I thanke him he hath bid me to a calues head & a capon, the which if I doe not carue most curiously, say my kniffe's naught, shall I not find a woodcocke too?