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 · 511 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.
O she misused me past the endurance of a block: an oak but with one green leaf on it, would have answered her: my very visor began to assume life, and scold with her: she told me, not thinking I had been myself, that I was the Prince's jester, and that I was duller than a great thaw, hurling jest upon jest, with such impossible conveyance upon me, that I stood like a man at a mark, with a whole army shooting at me: she speaks poynyards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star: I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam had left him before he transgressed, she would have made Hercules have turned spit, yea, and have cleft his club to make the fire too: come, talk not of her, you shall find her the infernal Ate in good apparel. I would to God some scholar would conjure her, for certainly while she is here, a man may live as quiet in hell, as in a sanctuary, and people sin upon purpose, because they would go thither, so indeed all disquiet, horror, and perturbation follows her. Look here she comes. Will your Grace command me any service to the world's end? I will go on the slightest errand now to the Antipodes that you can device to send me on: I will fetch you a tooth-picker now from the furthest inch of Asia: bring you the length of Prester Iohns foot: fetch you a hair off the great Cham's beard: do you any embassage to the Pigmies, rather than hold three words conference, with this Harpy: you have no employment for me? None, but to desire your good company. O God sir, here's a dish I love not, I cannot endure this Lady tongue. Come Lady, come, you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick. Indeed my Lord, he lent it me a while, and I gave him use for it, a double heart for a single one, marry once before he won it of me, with false dice, therefore your Grace may well say I have lost it. You have put him down Lady, you have put him down. So I would not he should do me, my Lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools: I have brought Count Claudio, whom you sent me to seek. Why how now Count, wherefore are you sad? Not sad my Lord. How then? sick? Neither, my Lord. The Count is neither sad, nor sick, nor merry, nor well: but civil Count, civil as an Orange, and something of a jealous complexion. I'faith Lady, I think your blazon to be true, though I'll be sworn, if he be so, his conceit is false: here Claudio, I have wooed in thy name, and fair Hero is won, I have broke with her father, and his good will obtained, name the day of marriage, and God give thee joy.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O ſhe miſuſde me paſt the indurance of a block: an oake but with one greene leafe on it, would haue anſwered her: my very viſor began to aſſume life, and ſcold with her: ſhee told mee, not thinking I had beene my ſelfe, that I was the Princes Ieſter, and that I was duller then a great thaw, huling ieſt vpon ieſt, with ſuch impoſſible conueiance vpon me, that I ſtood like a man at a marke, with a whole army ſhooting at me: ſhee ſpeakes poynyards, and euery word ſtabbes: if her breath were as terrible as terminations, there were no liuing neere her, ſhe would infect to the north ſtarre: I would not marry her, though ſhe were indowed with all that Adam had left him before he tranſgreſt, ſhe would haue made Hercules haue turnd ſpit, yea, and haue cleft his club to make the fire too: come, talke not of her, you ſhall finde her the infernall Ate in good apparell. I would to God ſome ſcholler would coniure her, for certainely while ſhe is heere, a man may liue as quiet in hell, as in a ſanctuary, and people ſinne vpon purpoſe, becauſe they would goe thither, ſo indeed all diſquiet, horror, and perturbation followes her. Looke heere ſhe comes. Will your Grace command mee any ſeruice to the worlds end? I will goe on the ſlighteſt arrand now to the Antypodes that you can deuiſe to ſend me on: I will fetch you a tooth-picker now from the furtheſt inch of Aſia: bring you the length of Preſter Iohns foot: fetch you a hayre off the great Chams beard: doe you any embaſſage to the Pigmies, rather then hould three words conference, with this Harpy: you haue no employment for me? None, but to deſire your good company. O God ſir, heeres a diſh I loue not, I cannot indure this Lady tongue. Come Lady, come, you haue loſt the heart of Signior Benedicke. Indeed my Lord, hee lent it me a while, and I gaue him vſe for it, a double heart for a ſingle one, marry once before he wonne it of mee, with falſe dice, therefore your Grace may well ſay I haue loſt it. You haue put him downe Lady, you haue put him downe. So I would not he ſhould do me, my Lord, leſt I ſhould prooue the mother of fooles: I haue brought Count Claudio, whom you ſent me to ſeeke. Why how now Count, wherfore are you ſad? Not ſad my Lord. How then? ſicke? Neither, my Lord. The Count is neither ſad, nor ſicke, nor merry, nor well: but ciuill Count, ciuill as an Orange, and ſomething of a iealous complexion. Ifaith Lady, I thinke your blazon to be true, though Ile be ſworne, if hee be ſo, his conceit is falſe: heere Claudio, I haue wooed in thy name, and faire Hero is won, I haue broke with her father, and his good will obtained, name the day of marriage, and God giue thee ioy.