Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 503 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Come, let us to the banquet. Thus answer I in name of Benedick, But hear these ill news with the ears of Claudio: 'Tis certain so, the Prince woes for himself: Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the Office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues. Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no Agent: for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms, faith melteth into blood: This is an accident of hourly proof, Which I mistrusted not. Farewell therefore Hero. Count Claudio. Yea, the same. Come, will you go with me? Whither? Even to the next Willow, about your own business, Count. What fashion will you wear the Garland off? About your neck, like an Usurer's chain? Or under your arm, like a Lieutenant's scarf? You must wear it one way, for the Prince hath got your Hero. I wish him joy of her. Why that's spoken like an honest Drovier, so they sell Bullocks: but did you think the Prince would have served you thus? I pray you leave me. Ho now you strike like the blindman, 'twas the boy that stole your meat, and you'll beat the post. If it will not be, I'll leave you. Alas poor hurt fowl, now will he creep into sedges: But that my Lady Beatrice should know me, & not know me: the Prince's fool! Ha? It may be I go under that title, because I am merry: yea but so I am apt to do myself wrong: I am not so reputed, it is the base (though bitter) disposition of Beatrice, that putt the world into her person, and so gives me out: well, I'll be revenged as I may. Now Signior, where's the Count, did you see him? Troth my Lord, I have played the part of Lady Fame, I found him here as melancholy as a Lodge in a Warren, I told him, and I think, told him true, that your grace had got the will of this young Lady, and I offered him my company to a willow tree, either to make him a garland, as being forsaken, or to bind him a rod, as being worthy to be whipped. To be whipped, what's his fault? The flat transgression of a Schoolboy, who being overjoyed with finding a birds nest, shows it his companion, and he steals it. Wilt thou make a trust, a transgression? the transgression is in the stealer. Yet it had not been amiss the rod had been made, and the garland too, for the garland he might have worn himself, and the rod he might have bestowed on you, who (as I take it) have stolen his birds nest. I will but teach them to sing, and restore them to the owner. If their singing answer your sayingj by my faith you say honestly. The Lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to you, the Gentleman that danced with her, told her she is much wronged by you.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Come, let vs to the banquet. Thus anſwere I in name of Benedicke, But heare theſe ill newes with the eares of Claudio: 'Tis certaine ſo, the Prince woes for himſelfe: Friendſhip is conſtant in all other things, Saue in the Office and affaires of loue: Therefore all hearts in loue vſe their owne tongues. Let euerie eye negotiate for it ſelfe, And truſt no Agent: for beautie is a witch, Againſt whoſe charmes, faith melteth into blood: This is an accident of hourely proofe, Which I miſtruſted not. Farewell therefore Hero. Count Claudio. Yea, the ſame. Come, will you go with me? Whither? Euen to the next Willow, about your own buſineſſe, Count. What faſhion will you weare the Garland off? About your necke, like an Vſurers chaine? Or vnder your arme, like a Lieutenants ſcarfe? You muſt weare it one way, for the Prince hath got your Hero. I wiſh him ioy of her. Why that's ſpoken like an honeſt Drouier, ſo they ſel Bullockes: but did you thinke the Prince wold haue ſerued you thus? I pray you leaue me. Ho now you ſtrike like the blindman, 'twas the boy that ſtole your meate, and you'l beat the poſt. If it will not be, Ile leaue you. Alas poore hurt fowle, now will he creepe into ſedges: But that my Ladie Beatrice ſhould know me, & not know me: the Princes foole! Hah? It may be I goe vnder that title, becauſe I am merrie: yea but ſo I am apt to do my ſelfe wrong: I am not ſo reputed, it is the baſe (though bitter) diſpoſition of Beatrice, that putt's the world into her perſon, and ſo giues me out: well, Ile be reuenged as I may. Now Signior, where's the Count, did you ſee him? Troth my Lord, I haue played the part of Lady Fame, I found him heere as melancholy as a Lodge in a Warren, I told him, and I thinke, told him true, that your grace had got the will of this young Lady, and I offered him my company to a willow tree, either to make him a garland, as being forſaken, or to binde him a rod, as being worthy to be whipt. To be whipt, what's his fault? The ſlat tranſgreſſion of a Schoole-boy, who being ouer-ioyed with finding a birds neſt, ſhewes it his companion, and he ſteales it. Wilt thou make a truſt, a tranſgreſſion? the tranſgreſſion is in the ſtealer. Yet it had not beene amiſſe the rod had beene made, and the garland too, for the garland he might haue worne himſelfe, and the rod hee might haue beſtowed on you, who (as I take it) haue ſtolne his birds neſt. I will but teach them to ſing, and reſtore them to the owner. If their ſinging anſwer your ſaying▪ by my faith you ſay honeſtly. The Lady Beatrice hath a quarrell to you, the Gentleman that daunſt with her, told her ſhee is much wrong'd by you.