Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Much Ado About Nothing · chunk 9 of 42

Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 508 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

Why then your visor should be thatched. Speak low if you speak Love.. Well, I would you did like me. So would not I for your own sake, for I have many ill qualities. Which is one? I say my prayers aloud. I love you the better, the hearers may cry Amen. God match me with a good dancer. Amen. And God keep him out of my sight when the dance is done: answer Clarke. No more words the Clerk is answered. I know you well enough, you are Signior Anthonio. At a word, I am not. I know you by the wagling of your head. To tell you true, I counterfeit him. You could never do him so ill well, unless you were the very man: here's his dry hand up & down, you are he, you are he. At a word I am not. Come, come, do you think I do not know you by your excellent wit? can virtue hide itself? go to, mum, you are he, graces will appear, and there's an end. Will you not tell me who told you so? No, you shall pardon me. Nor will you not tell me who you are? Not now. That I was disdainful, and that I had my good wit out of the hundred merry tales: well, this was Signior Benedick that said so. What's he? I am sure you know him well enough. Not I, believe me. Did he never make you laugh? I pray you what is he? Why he is the Prince's jester, a very dull fool, only his gift is, in devising impossible slanders, none but Libertines delight in him, and the commendation is not in his wit, but in his villainy, for he both pleaseth men and angers them, and then they laugh at him, and beat him: I am sure he is in the Fleet, I would he had boarded me. When I know the Gentleman, I'll tell him what you say. Do, do, he'll but break a comparison or two on me, which peradventure (not marked, or not laughed at) strikes him into melancholy, and then there's a Partridge wing saved, for the fool will eat no supper that night. We must follow the Leaders. In every good thing. Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave them at the next turning. Sure my brother is amorous on Hero, and hath withdrawn her father to break with him about it: the Ladies follow her, and but one visor remains. And that is Claudio, I know him by his bearing. Are not you signior Benedick? You know me well, I am he. Signior, you are very near my Brother in his love, he is enamoured on Hero, I pray you dissuade him from her, she is no equal for his birth: you may do the part of an honest man in it. How know you he loves her? I heard him swear his affection, So did I too, and he swore he would marry her to night.
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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 209–249 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 42 in this edition
Length508 words · 648 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.707
Other seedsseed 43: T60 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why then your viſor ſhould be thatcht. Speake low if you ſpeake Loue. Well, I would you did like me. So would not I for your owne ſake, for I haue manie ill qualities. Which is one? I ſay my prayers alowd. I loue you the better, the hearers may cry Amen. God match me with a good dauncer. Amen. And God keepe him out of my ſight when the daunce is done: anſwer Clarke. No more words the Clarke is anſwered. I know you well enough, you are Signior Anthonio. At a word, I am not. I know you by the wagling of your head. To tell you true, I counterfet him. You could neuer doe him ſo ill well, vnleſſe you were the very man: here's his dry hand vp & down, you are he, you are he. At a word I am not. Come, come, doe you thinke I doe not know you by your excellent wit? can vertue hide it ſelfe? goe to, mumme, you are he, graces will appeare, and there's an end. Will you not tell me who told you ſo? No, you ſhall pardon me. Nor will you not tell me who you are? Not now. That I was diſdainfull, and that I had my good wit out of the hundred merry tales: well, this was Signior Benedicke that ſaid ſo. What's he? I am ſure you know him well enough. Not I, beleeue me. Did he neuer make you laugh? I pray you what is he? Why he is the Princes ieaſter, a very dull foole, onely his gift is, in deuiſing impoſsible ſlanders, none but Libertines delight in him, and the commendation is not in his witte, but in his villanie, for hee both pleaſeth men and angers them, and then they laugh at him, and beat him: I am ſure he is in the Fleet, I would he had boorded me. When I know the Gentleman, Ile tell him what you ſay. Do, do, hee'l but breake a compariſon or two on me, which peraduenture (not markt, or not laugh'd at) ſtrikes him into melancholly, and then there's a Partridge wing ſaued, for the foole will eate no ſupper that night. We muſt follow the Leaders. In euery good thing. Nay, if they leade to any ill, I will leaue them at the next turning. Sure my brother is amorous on Hero, and hath withdrawne her father to breake with him about it: the Ladies follow her, and but one viſor remaines. And that is Claudio, I know him by his bearing. Are not you ſignior Benedicke? You know me well, I am hee. Signior, you are verie neere my Brother in his loue, he is enamor'd on Hero, I pray you diſſwade him from her, ſhe is no equall for his birth: you may do the part of an honeſt man in it. How know you he loues her? I heard him ſweare his affection, So did I too, and he ſwore he would marrie her to night.