Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Much Ado About Nothing · chunk 3 of 42

Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 488 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.

I would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and so good a continuer, but keep your way a God's name, I have done. You always end with a jades trick, I know you of old. This is the sum of all: Leonato, signior Claudio, and signior Benedick; my dear friend Leonato, hath invited you all, I tell him we shall stay here, at the least a month, and he hearty prays some occasion may detain us longer: I dare swear he is no hypocrite, but prays from his heart. If you swear, my Lord, you shall not be forsworn, let me bid you welcome, my Lord, being reconciled to the Prince your brother: I own you all duty. I thank you, I am not of many words, but I thank you. Please it your grace lead on? Your hand Leonato, we will go together. Benedick, didst thou note the daughter of signior Leonato? I noted her not, but I looked on her. Is she not a modest young Lady? Do you question me as an honest man should do, for my simple true judgement? or would you have me speak after my custom, as being a professed tyrant to their sex? No, I pray thee speak in sober judgement. Why i'faith me thinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise, and too little for a great praise, only this commendation I can afford her, that were she other then she is, she were unhandsome, and being no other, but as she is, I do not like her. Thou thinkest I am in sport, I pray thee tell me truly how thou lik'st her. Would you buy her, that you inquire after her? Can the world buy such a jewel? Yea, and a case to put it into, but speak you this with a sad brow? Or do you play the flouting jack, to tell us Cupid is a good Hare-finder, and Vulcan a rare Carpenter: Come, in what key shall a man take you to go in the song? In mine eye, she is the sweetest Lady that ever I looked on. I can see yet without spectacles, and I see no such matter: there's her cousin, and she were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty, as the first of May doth the last of December: but I hope you have no intent to turn husband, have you? I would scarce trust myself, though I had sworn the contrary, if Hero would be my wife. Is't come to this? in faith hath not the world one man but he will wear his cap with suspicion? shall I never see a bachelor of three score again? go to i'faith, and thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of it, and sigh away sundaies: look, done Pedro is returned to seek you.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayMuch Ado About Nothing
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1623
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 382 · TCP A11954 · DEEP 5081.06
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 54–74 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 42 in this edition
Length488 words · 621 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T48 — Addressing a lady: love, desire and intimacy at 0.755
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I would my horſe had the ſpeed of your tongue, and ſo good a continuer, but keepe your way a Gods name, I haue done. You alwaies end with a Iades tricke, I know you of old. This is the ſumme of all: Leonato, ſignior Claudio, and ſignior Benedicke; my deere friend Leonato, hath inuited you all, I tell him we ſhall ſtay here, at the leaſt a moneth, and he heartily praies ſome occaſion may detaine vs longer: I dare ſweare hee is no hypocrite, but praies from his heart. If you ſweare, my Lord, you ſhall not be forſworne, let mee bid you welcome, my Lord, being reconciled to the Prince your brother: I owe you all duetie. I thanke you, I am not of many words, but I thanke you. Pleaſe it your grace leade on? Your hand Leonato, we will goe together. Benedicke, didſt thou note the daughter of ſignior Leonato? I noted her not, but I lookt on her. Is ſhe not a modeſt yong Ladie? Doe you queſtion me as an honeſt man ſhould doe, for my ſimple true iudgement? or would you haue me ſpeake after my cuſtome, as being a profeſſed tyrant to their ſexe? No, I pray thee ſpeake in ſober iudgement. Why yfaith me thinks ſhee's too low for a hie praiſe, too browne for a faire praiſe, and too little for a great praiſe, onely this commendation I can affoord her, that were ſhee other then ſhe is, ſhe were vnhandſome, and being no other, but as ſhe is, I doe not like her. Thou think'ſt I am in ſport, I pray thee tell me truely how thou lik'ſt her. Would you buie her, that you enquier after her? Can the world buie ſuch a iewell? Yea, and a caſe to put it into, but ſpeake you this with a ſad brow? Or doe you play the flowting iacke, to tell vs Cupid is a good Hare-finder, and Vulcan a rare Carpenter: Come, in what key ſhall a man take you to goe in the ſong? In mine eie, ſhe is the ſweeteſt Ladie that euer I lookt on. I can ſee yet without ſpectacles, and I ſee no ſuch matter: there's her coſin, and ſhe were not poſſeſt with a furie, exceedes her as much in beautie, as the firſt of Maie doth the laſt of December: but I hope you haue no intent to turne husband, haue you? I would ſcarce truſt my ſelfe, though I had ſworne the contrarie, if Hero would be my wife. Iſt come to this? in faith hath not the world one man but he will weare his cap with ſuſpition? ſhall I neuer ſee a batcheller of three ſcore againe? goe to yfaith, and thou wilt needes thruſt thy necke into a yoke, weare the print of it, and ſigh away ſundaies: looke, don Pedro is returned to ſeeke you.