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 · 508 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 villain! thou wilt be condemned into everlasting redemption for this. What else? This is all. And this is more masters than you can deny, Prince Iohn is this morning secretly stolen away: Hero was in this manner accused, in this very manner refused, and upon the grief of this suddenly died: Master Constable, let these men be bound, and brought to Leonato, I will go before, and show him their examination. Come, let them be opinioned. Let them be in the hands of Coxcomb. God's my life, where's the Sexton? let him write down the Prince's Officer Coxcomb: come, bind them thou naughty varlet. Away, you are an ass, you are an ass. Dost thou not suspect my place? dost thou not suspect my years? O that he were here to write me down an ass! but masters, remember that I am an ass: though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass: No thou villain, thou art full of piety as shall be proved upon thee by good witness, I am a wise fellow, and which is more, an officer, and which is more, a houshoulder, and which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any in Messina, and one that knows the Law, go to, & a rich fellow enough, go to, and a fellow that hath had losses, and one that hath two gowns, and every thing handsome about him: bring him away: O that I had been writ down an ass! If you go on thus, you will kill yourself, And 'tis not wisdom thus to second grief, Against yourself. I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless, As water in a siue: give not me counsel, Nor let no comfort delight mine ear, But such a one whose wrongs doth suit with mine. Bring me a father that so loved his child, Whose joy of her is overwhelmed like mine, And bid him speak of patience, Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine, And let it answer every strain for strain, As thus for thus, and such a grief for such, In every lineament, branch, shape, and form: If such a one will smile and struck his beard, And sorrow, wag, cry 'em, when he should groan, Patch grief with proverbs, make misfortune drunk, With candle-wasters: bring him yet to me, And I of him will gather patience: But there is no such man for brother, men Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief, Which they themselves not feel, but to sting it, Their counsel turns to passion, which before, Would give preceptiall medicine to rage, Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Charm ache with air, and agony with words, No, no, 'tis all men's office, to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow: But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral, when he shall endure The like himself: therefore give me no counsel, My griefs cry louder than advertisement.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O villaine! thou wilt be condemn'd into euerlaſting redemption for this. What elſe? This is all. And this is more maſters then you can deny, Prince Iohn is this morning ſecretly ſtolne away: Hero was in this manner accus'd, in this very manner refus'd, and vpon the griefe of this ſodainely died: Maſter Conſtable, let theſe men be bound, and brought to Leonato, I will goe before, and ſhew him their examination. Come, let them be opinion'd. Let them be in the hands of Coxcombe. Gods my life, where's the Sexton? let him write downe the Princes Officer Coxcombe: come, binde them thou naughty varlet. Away, you are an aſſe, you are an aſſe. Doſt thou not ſuſpect my place? doſt thou not ſuſpect my yeeres? O that hee were heere to write mee downe an aſſe! but maſters, remember that I am an aſſe: though it be not written down, yet forget not yt I am an aſſe: No thou villaine, yu art full of piety as ſhall be prou'd vpon thee by good witneſſe, I am a wiſe fellow, and which is more, an officer, and which is more, a houſhoulder, and which is more, as pretty a peece of fleſh as any in Meſſina, and one that knowes the Law, goe to, & a rich fellow enough, goe to, and a fellow that hath had loſſes, and one that hath two gownes, and euery thing handſome about him: bring him away: O that I had been writ downe an aſſe! If you goe on thus, you will kill your ſelfe, And 'tis not wiſedome thus to ſecond griefe, Againſt your ſelfe. I pray thee ceaſe thy counſaile, Which falls into mine eares as profitleſſe, As water in a ſiue: giue not me counſaile, Nor let no comfort delight mine eare, But ſuch a one whoſe wrongs doth ſute with mine. Bring me a father that ſo lou'd his childe, Whoſe ioy of her is ouer-whelmed like mine, And bid him ſpeake of patience, Meaſure his woe the length and bredth of mine, And let it anſwere euery ſtraine for ſtraine, As thus for thus, and ſuch a griefe for ſuch, In euery lineament, branch, ſhape, and forme: If ſuch a one will ſmile and ſtroke his beard, And ſorrow, wagge, crie hem, when he ſhould grone, Patch griefe with prouerbs, make misfortune drunke, With candle-waſters: bring him yet to me, And I of him will gather patience: But there is no ſuch man for brother, men Can counſaile, and ſpeake comfort to that griefe, Which they themſelues not feele, but to ſting it, Their counſaile turnes to paſſion, which before, Would giue preceptiall medicine to rage, Fetter ſtrong madneſſe in a ſilken thred, Charme ache with ayre, and agony with words, No, no, 'tis all mens office, to ſpeake patience To thoſe that wring vnder the load of ſorrow: But no mans vertue nor ſufficiencie To be ſo morall, when he ſhall endure The like himſelfe: therefore giue me no counſaile, My griefs cry lowder then aduertiſement.