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 · 470 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.
Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner. Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. I took no more pains for those thankes, than you take pains to thank me, if it had been painful, I would not have come. You take pleasure then in the message. Yea just so much as you may take upon a knife's point, and choke a daw withal: you have no stomach signior, far you well. Ha', against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner: there's a double meaning in that: I took no more pains for those thankes than you took pains to thank me, that's as much as to say, any pains that I take for you is as easy as thankes: if I do not take pity of her I am a villain, if I do not love her I am a Iew, I will go get her picture. Good Margaret run thee to the parlour, There shalt thou find my Cousin Beatrice, Proposing with the Prince and Claudio, Whisper her ear, and tell her I and Ursula, Walk in the Orchard, and our whole discourse Is all of her, say that thou over-heardst us, And bid her steal into the pleached bower, Where honeysuckles ripened by the sun, Forbidden the sun to enter: like favourites, Made proud by Princes, that advance their pride, Against that power that bred it, there will she hide her, To listen our purpose, this is thy office, Bear thee well in it, and leave us alone. I'll make her come I warrant you presently. Now Ursula, when Beatrice doth come, As we do trace this alley up and down, Our talk must only be of Benedick, When I do name him, let it be thy part, To praise him more than ever man did merit, My talk to thee must be how Benedick Is sick in love with Beatrice: of this matter, Is little Cupid's crafty arrow made, That only wounds by hearsay: now begin, For look where Beatrice like a Lapwing runs Close by the ground, to hear our conference. The pleasantest angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, And greedily devour the treacherous bait: So angle we for Beatrice, who even now, Is couched in the wood-bine coverture, Fear you not my part of the Dialogue. Then go we near her that her ear lose nothing, Of the false sweet bait that we lay for it: No truly Ursula, she is too disdainful, I know her spirits are as coy and wild, As Haggerds of the rock. But are you sure, That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely? So says the Prince, and my new trothed Lord. And did they bid you tell her of it, Madam?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Againſt my wil I am ſent to bid you come in to dinner. Faire Beatrice, I thanke you for your paines. I tooke no more paines for thoſe thankes, then you take paines to thanke me, if it had been painefull, I would not haue come. You take pleaſure then in the meſſage. Yea iuſt ſo much as you may take vpon a kniues point, and choake a daw withall: you haue no ſtomacke ſignior, fare you well. Ha, againſt my will I am ſent to bid you come into dinner: there's a double meaning in that: I tooke no more paines for thoſe thankes then you tooke paines to thanke me, that's as much as to ſay, any paines that I take for you is as eaſie as thankes: if I do not take pitty of her I am a villaine, if I doe not loue her I am a Iew, I will goe get her picture. Good Margaret runne thee to the parlour, There ſhalt thou finde my Coſin Beatrice, Propoſing with the Prince and Claudio, Whiſper her eare, and tell her I and Vrſula, Walke in the Orchard, and our whole diſcourſe Is all of her, ſay that thou ouer-heardſt vs, And bid her ſteale into the pleached bower, Where hony-ſuckles ripened by the ſunne, Forbid the ſunne to enter: like fauourites, Made proud by Princes, that aduance their pride, Againſt that power that bred it, there will ſhe hide her, To liſten our purpoſe, this is thy office, Beare thee well in it, and leaue vs alone. Ile make her come I warrant you preſently. Now Vrſula, when Beatrice doth come, As we do trace this alley vp and downe, Our talke muſt onely be of Benedicke, When I doe name him, let it be thy part, To praiſe him more then euer man did merit, My talke to thee muſt be how Benedicke Is ſicke in loue with Beatrice: of this matter, Is little Cupids craſty arrow made, That onely wounds by heare-ſay: now begin, For looke where Beatrice like a Lapwing runs Cloſe by the ground, to heare our conference. The pleaſant'ſt angling is to ſee the fiſh Cut with her golden ores the ſiluer ſtreame, And greedily deuoure the treacherous baite: So angle we for Beatrice, who euen now, Is couched in the wood-bine couerture, Feare you not my part of the Dialogue. Then go we neare her that her eare looſe nothing, Of the falſe ſweete baite that we lay for it: No truely Vrſula, ſhe is too diſdainfull, I know her ſpirits are as coy and wilde, As Haggerds of the rocke. But are you ſure, That Benedicke loues Beatrice ſo intirely? So ſaies the Prince, and my new trothed Lord. And did they bid you tell her of it, Madam?