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 0.86 · 485 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.
Signior Leonato, let the Friar advise you, And though you know my inwardness and love Is very much unto the Prince and Claudio. Yet, by mine honour, I will deal in this, As secretly and justly, as your soul Should with your body. Being that I flow in grief, The smallest twine may lead me. 'Tis well consented, presently away, For to strange sores, strangely they strain the cure, Come Lady, die to live, this wedding day Perhaps is but prolonged, have patience & endure. Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while? Yea, and I will weep a while longer. I will not desire that. You have no reason, I do it freely. Surely I do believe your fair cousin is wronged. Ah, how much might the man deserve of me that would right her! Is there any way to show such friendship? A very even way, but no such friend. May a man do it? It is a man's office, but not yours. I do love nothing in the world so well as you, is not that strange? As strange as the thing I know not, it were as possible for me to say, I loved nothing so well as you, but believe me not, and yet I lie not, I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing, I am sorry for my cousin. By my sword Beatrice thou lov'st me. Do not swear by it and eat it. I will swear by it that you love me, and I will make him eat it that says I love not you. Will you not eat your word? With no sauce that can be devised to it, I protest I love thee. Why then God forgive me. What offence sweet Beatrice? You have stayed me in a happy hour; I was about to protest I loved you. And do it with all thy heart. I love you with so much of my heart, that none is left to protest. Come, bid me do any thing for thee. Kill Claudio. Ha', not for the wide world. You kill me to deny, farewell. Tarry sweet Beatrice. I am gone, though I am here, there is no love in you, nay I pray you let me go. Beatrice. Infaith I will go. we'll be friends first. You dare easier be friends with me, than fight with mine enemy. Is Claudio thine enemy? Is a not approved in the height a villain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman? O that I were a man! what, bear her in hand until they come to take hands, and then with public accusation uncovered slander, unmittigated rancour? O God that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the marketplace. Hear me Beatrice. Talk with a man out at a window, a proper saying. Nay but Beatrice. Sweet Hero, she is wronged, she is slandered, she is undone. Beat?
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1007–1057 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 42 in this edition
Length
485 words · 626 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T15 — Friars and holy orders in plotcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.859 (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)
Signior Leonato, let the Frier aduiſe you, And though you know my inwardneſſe and loue Is very much vnto the Prince and Claudio. Yet, by mine honor, I will deale in this▪ As ſecretly and iuſtlie, as your ſoule Should with your bodie. Being that I flow in greefe, The ſmalleſt twine may lead me. 'Tis well conſented, preſently away, For to ſtrange ſores, ſtrangely they ſtraine the cure, Come Lady, die to liue, this wedding day Perhaps is but prolong'd, haue patience & endure. Lady Beatrice, haue you wept all this while? Yea, and I will weepe a while longer. I will not deſire that. You haue no reaſon, I doe it freely. Surelie I do beleeue your fair coſin is wrong'd. Ah, how much might the man deſerue of mee that would right her! Is there any way to ſhew ſuch friendſhip? A verie euen way, but no ſuch friend. May a man doe it? It is a mans office, but not yours. I doe loue nothing in the world ſo well as you, is not that ſtrange? As ſtrange as the thing I know not, it were as poſſible for me to ſay, I loued nothing ſo well as you, but beleeue me not, and yet I lie not, I confeſſe nothing, nor I deny nothing, I am ſorry for my couſin. By my ſword Beatrice thou lou'ſt me. Doe not ſweare by it and eat it. I will ſweare by it that you loue mee, and I will make him eat it that ſayes I loue not you. Will you not eat your word? With no ſawce that can be deuiſed to it, I proteſt I loue thee. Why then God forgiue me. What offence ſweet Beatrice? You haue ſtayed me in a happy howre; I was about to proteſt I loued you. And doe it with all thy heart. I loue you with ſo much of my heart, that none is left to proteſt. Come, bid me doe any thing for thee. Kill Claudio. Ha, not for the wide world. You kill me to denie, farewell. Tarrie ſweet Beatrice. I am gone, though I am heere, there is no loue in you, nay I pray you let me goe. Beatrice. Infaith I will goe. Wee'll be friends firſt. You dare eaſier be friends with mee, than fight with mine enemy. Is Claudio thine enemie? Is a not approued in the height a villaine, that hath ſlandered, ſcorned, diſhonoured my kinſwoman? O that I were a man! what, beare her in hand vntill they come to take hands, and then with publike accuſation vncouered ſlander, vnmittigated rancour? O God that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market-place. Heare me Beatrice. Talke with a man out at a window, a proper ſaying. Nay but Beatrice. Sweet Hero, ſhe is wrong'd, ſhee is ſlandered, ſhe is vndone. Beat?