Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.84 · 511 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Gifts that God gives. I must leave you. One word sir, our watch sir have indeed comprehended two aspitious persons, & we would have them this morning examined before your worship. Take their examination yourself, and bring it me, I am now in great haste, as may appear unto you. It shall be suffigance. Drink some wine ere you go: far you well. My Lord, they stay for you to give your daughter to her husband. I'll wait upon them, I am ready. Go good partner, go get you to Francis Sea-coal, bid him bring his pen and inkhorn to the jail: we are now to examine those men. And we must do it wisely. We will spare for no wit I warrant you: here's that shall drive some of them to a non-come, only get the learned writer to set down our excommunication, and meet me at the jail. Come friar Francis, be brief, only to the plain form of marriage, and you shall recount their particular duties afterwards. You come hither, my Lord, to marry this Lady. No. To be married to her: Friar, you come to marry her. Lady, you come hither to be married to this Count I do. If either of you know any inward impediment why you should not be conjoined, I charge you on your souls to utter it. Know you any, Hero? None my Lord. Know you any, Count? I dare make his answer, None. O what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do! How now! interjections? why then, some be of laughing, as ha', ha', he. Stand thee by Friar, father, by your leave, Will you with free and unconstrained soul Give me this maid your daughter? As freely son as God did give her me. And what have I to give you back, whose worth May counterpoise this rich and precious gift? Nothing, unless you render her again. Sweet Prince, you learn me noble thankfulness: There Leonato, take her back again, Give not this rotten Orange to your friend, she's but the sign and semblance of her honour: Behold how like a maid she blushes here! O what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! Comes not that blood, as modest evidence, To witness simple Virtue? would you not swear All you that see her, that she were a maid, By these exterior shows? But she is none: She knows the heat of a luxurious bed: Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty. What do you mean, my Lord? Not to be married, Not to knit my soul to an approved wanton. Dear my Lord, if you in your own proof, Have vanquished the resistance of her youth, And made defeat of her virginity. I know what you would say: if I have known her, You will say, she did embrace me as a husband, And so extenuate the forehand sin: No Leonato, I never tempted her with word too large, But as a brother to his sister, showed Bashful sincerity and comely love.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 758–813 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 27 of 42 in this edition
Length
511 words · 658 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T15 — Friars and holy orders in plotcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.845 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T19 · seed 44: T20 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Gifts that God giues. I muſt leaue you. One word ſir, our watch ſir haue indeede comprehended two aſpitious perſons, & we would haue them this morning examined before your worſhip. Take their examination your ſelfe, and bring it me, I am now in great haſte, as may appeare vnto you. It ſhall be ſuffigance. Drinke ſome wine ere you goe: fare you well. My Lord, they ſtay for you to giue your daughter to her husband. Ile wait vpon them, I am ready. Goe good partner, goe get you to Francis Sea-coale, bid him bring his pen and inkehorne to the Gaole: we are now to examine thoſe men. And we muſt doe it wiſely. Wee will ſpare for no witte I warrant you: heere's that ſhall driue ſome of them to a non-come, only get the learned writer to ſet downe our excommunication, and meet me at the Iaile. Come Frier Francis, be briefe, onely to the plaine forme of marriage, and you ſhal recount their particular duties afterwards. You come hither, my Lord, to marry this Lady. No. To be married to her: Frier, you come to marrie her. Lady, you come hither to be married to this Count. I doe. If either of you know any inward impediment why you ſhould not be conioyned, I charge you on your ſoules to vtter it. Know you anie, Hero? None my Lord. Know you anie, Count? I dare make his anſwer, None. O what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do! How now! interiections? why then, ſome be of laughing, as ha, ha, he. Stand thee by Frier, father, by your leaue, Will you with free and vnconſtrained ſoule Giue me this maid your daughter? As freely ſonne as God did giue her me. And what haue I to giue you back, whoſe worth May counterpoiſe this rich and precious gift? Nothing, vnleſſe you render her againe. Sweet Prince, you learn me noble thankfulnes: There Leonato, take her backe againe, Giue not this rotten Orenge to your friend, Shee's but the ſigne and ſemblance of her honour: Behold how like a maid ſhe bluſhes heere! O what authoritie and ſhew of truth Can cunning ſinne couer it ſelfe withall! Comes not that bloud, as modeſt euidence, To witneſſe ſimple Vertue? would you not ſweare All you that ſee her, that ſhe were a maide, By theſe exterior ſhewes? But ſhe is none: She knowes the heat of a luxurious bed: Her bluſh is guiltineſſe, not modeſtie. What doe you meane, my Lord? Not to be married, Not to knit my ſoule to an approued wanton. Deere my Lord, if you in your owne proofe, Haue vanquiſht the reſiſtance of her youth, And made defeat of her virginitie. I know what you would ſay: if I haue knowne her, You will ſay, ſhe did imbrace me as a husband, And ſo extenuate the forehand ſinne: No Leonato, I neuer tempted her with word too large, But as a brother to his ſiſter, ſhewed Baſhfull ſinceritie and comely loue.