Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.80 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I cannot bid you bid my daughter live, That were impossible, but I pray you both, Possess the people in Messina here, How innocent she died, and if your love Can labour aught in sad invention, Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb, And sing it to her bones, sing it to night: To morrow morning come you to my house, And since you could not be my son in law, Be yet my nephew: my brother hath a daughter, Almost the copy of my child that's dead, And she alone is heir to both of us, Give her the right you should have given her cousin, And so dies my revenge. O noble sir! Your over kindness doth wring tears from me, I do embrace your offer and dispose, For henceforth of poor Claudio. To morrow than I will expect your coming, To night I take my leave, this naughty man Shall face to face be brought to Margaret, Who I believe was packed in all this wrong, Hired to it by your brother. No by my soul she was not, Nor knew not what she did when she spoke to me, But always hath been just and virtuous, In any thing that I do know by her. Moreover sir, which indeed is not under white and black, this plaintiff here, the offender, did call me ass, I beseech you let it be remembered in his punishment, and also the watch heard them talk of one Deformed, they say he wears a key in his ear and a lock hanging by it, and borows money in God's name, the which he hath used so long, & never paid, that now men grow hard hearted and will lend nothing for God's sake: pray you examine him upon that point. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. Your worship speaks like a most thankful and reverent youth, and I praise God for you. There's for thy pains. God save the foundation. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and I thank thee. I leave an arrant knave with your worship, which I beseech your worship to correct yourself, for the example of others: God keep your worship, I wish your worship well, God restore you to health, I humbly give you leave to departed and if a merry meeting may be wished, God prohibit it: come neighbour. Until to morrow morning, Lords, farewell. Farewell my lords, we look for you to morrow. We will not fail. To night i'll mourn with Hero. Bring you these fellows on, we'll talk with Margaret, how her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow. Pray thee sweet mistress Margaret, deserve well at my hands by helping me to the speech of Beatrice. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty? In so high a style Margaret, that no man living shall come over it, for in most comely truth thou deservest it.
nodes 1298–1339 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 38 of 42 in this edition
Length
492 words · 609 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.804 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I cannot bid you bid my daughter liue, That were impossible, but I pray you both, Possesse the people in Messina here, How innocent she died, and if your loue Can labour aught in sad inuention, Hang her an epitaph vpon her toomb, And sing it to her bones, sing it to night: To morrow morning come you to my house, And since you could not be my son in law, Be yet my nephew: my brother hath a daughter, Almost the copie of my child thats dead, And she alone is heyre to both of vs, Giue her the right you should haue giu'n her cosin, And so dies my reuenge. O noble sir! Your ouer kindnesse doth wring teares from me, I do embrace your offer and dispose, For henceforth of poore Claudio. To morrow then I wil expect your comming, To night I take my leaue, this naughty man Shal face to face be brought to Margaret, Who I beleeue was packt in al this wrong, Hyred to it by your brother. No by my soule she was not, Nor knew not what she did when she spoke to me, But alwayes hath bin iust and vertuous, In any thing that I do know by her. Moreouer sir, which indeede is not vnder white and blacke, this plaintiffe heere, the offendour, did call me asse, I beseech you let it be remembred in his punishment, and also the watch heard them talke of one Deformed, they say he weares a key in his eare and a locke hanging by it, and borows monie in Gods name, the which he hath vsde so long, & neuer paied, that now men grow hard hearted and wil lend nothing for Gods sake: praie you examine him vpon that point. I thanke thee for thy care and honest paines. Your worship speakes like a most thankful and reuerent youth, and I praise God for you. Theres for thy paines. God saue the foundation. Goe, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and I thanke thee. I leaue an arrant knaue with your worship, which I beseech your worship to correct your selfe, for the example of others: God keepe your worship, I wish your worship well, God restore you to health, I humblie giue you leaue to depart and if a merie meeting may be wisht, God prohibite it: come neighbour. Vntill to morrow morning, Lords, farewell. Farewell my lords, we looke for you to morrow. We will not faile. To night ile mourne with Hero. Bring you these fellowes on, weel talke with Margaret, how her acquaintance grew with this lewd felow. Praie thee sweete mistris Margaret, deserue well at my hands by helping me to the speech of Beatrice. Wil you then write me a sonnet in praise of my beautie? In so high a stile Margaret, that no man liuing shall come ouer it, for in most comely truth thou deseruest it.