Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.80 · 489 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Grow this to what adverse issue it can, I will put it in practice: be cunning in the working this, and thy fee is a thousand ducats. Be thou constant in the accusation, and my cunning shall not shame me. I will presently go learn their day of marriage. Boy. Signior. In my chamber window lies a book, bring it hither to me in the orchard. I am here already sir. I know that, but I would have thee hence, and here again. I do much wonder, that one man seeing how much another man is a fool, when he dedicates his behaviours to love, will after he hath laughed at such shallow follies in others, become the argument of his own scorn, by falling in love, & such a man is Claudio, I have known when there was no music with him but the drum and the fife, and now had he rather hear the taber and the pipe: I have known when he would have walked ten mile afoot, to see a good armour, and now will he lie ten nights awake carving the fashion of a new doublet: he was wont to speak plain, & to the purpose (like an honest man & a soldier) and now is he turned orthography, his words are a very fantastical banquet, just so many strange dishes: may I be so converted, & see with these eyes? I cannot tell, I think not: I will not be sworn, but love may transform me to an oyster, but I'll take my oath on it, till he have made an oyster of me, he shall never make me such a fool: one woman is fair, yet I am well: another is wise, yet I am well: another virtuous, yet I am well: but till all graces be in one womanj one woman shall not come in my grace: rich she shall be, that's certain: wise, or I'll none: virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her: fair, or I'll never look on her: mild, or come not near me: Noble, or not for an Angel: of good discourse: an excellent Musician, and her hair shall be of what colour it please God, hah! the Prince and Monsieur Love, I will hide me in the Arbour. Come, shall we hear this music? Yea my good Lord: how still the evening is, As hushed on purpose to grace harmony. See you where Benedick hath hid himself? O very well my Lord: the music ended, we'll fit the kid-foxe with a penny worth. Come Balthasar, we'll hear that song again. O good my Lord, tax not so bad a voice, To slander music any more than once. It is the witness still of excellency, To slander Music any more than once. It is the witness still of excellency, To put a strange face on his own perfection, I pray thee sing, and let me woe no more.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 342–363 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 42 in this edition
Length
489 words · 620 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T4 — Love-longing and the lover's complaintcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.798 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T2 · seed 44: T3 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Grow this to what aduerſe iſſue it can, I will put it in practiſe: be cunning in the working this, and thy fee is a thouſand ducates. Be thou conſtant in the accuſation, and my cunning ſhall not ſhame me. I will preſentlie goe learne their day of marriage. Boy. Signior. In my chamber window lies a booke, bring it hither to me in the orchard. I am heere already ſir. I know that, but I would haue thee hence, and heere againe. I doe much wonder, that one man ſeeing how much another man is a foole, when he dedicates his behauiours to loue, will after hee hath laught at ſuch ſhallow follies in others, become the argument of his owne ſcorne, by falling in loue, & ſuch a man is Claudio, I haue known when there was no muſicke with him but the drum and the fife, and now had hee rather heare the taber and the pipe: I haue knowne when he would haue walkt ten mile afoot, to ſee a good armor, and now will he lie ten nights awake caruing the faſhion of a new dublet: he was wont to ſpeake plaine, & to the purpoſe (like an honeſt man & a ſouldier) and now is he turn'd orthography, his words are a very fantaſticall banquet, iuſt ſo many ſtrange diſhes: may I be ſo conuerted, & ſee with theſe eyes? I cannot tell, I thinke not: I will not bee ſworne, but loue may transforme me to an oyſter, but Ile take my oath on it, till he haue made an oyſter of me, he ſhall neuer make me ſuch a foole: one woman is faire, yet I am well: another is wiſe, yet I am well: another vertuous, yet I am well: but till all graces be in one woman▪ one woman ſhall not come in my grace: rich ſhee ſhall be, that's certaine: wiſe, or Ile none: vertuous, or Ile neuer cheapen her: faire, or Ile neuer looke on her: milde, or come not neere me: Noble, or not for an Angell: of good diſcourſe: an excellent Muſitian, and her haire ſhal be of what colour it pleaſe God, hah! the Prince and Monſieur Loue, I will hide me in the Arbor. Come, ſhall we heare this muſicke? Yea my good Lord: how ſtill the euening is, As huſht on purpoſe to grace harmonie. See you where Benedicke hath hid himſelfe? O very well my Lord: the muſicke ended, Wee'll fit the kid-foxe with a penny worth. Come Balthaſar, wee'll heare that ſong again. O good my Lord, taxe not ſo bad a voyce, To ſlander muſicke any more then once. It is the witneſſe ſtill of excellency, To ſlander Muſicke any more then once. It is the witneſſe ſtill of excellencie, To put a ſtrange face on his owne perfection, I pray thee ſing, and let me woe no more.