Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T54 Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mo typicality 0.82 · 491 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T54: antony, caesar, anthony, cleopatra, antonius, love, death, die, heart, breast.
Hold you content, what man? I know them, yea And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple, Scambling, outfacing, fashion-monging boys, That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave, and slander, Go antiquely, and show outward hideousness, And speak of half a dozen dangerous words, How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst. And this is all. But brother Anthony. Come, 'tis no matter, Do not you meddle, let me deal in this. Gentlemen both, we will not wake your patience My heart is sorry for your daughter's death: But on my honour she was charged with nothing But what was true, and very full of proof. My Lord, my Lord. I will not hear you. No come brother, away, I will be heard. And shall, or some of us will smart for it. See, see, here comes the man we went to seek. Now signior, what news? Good day my Lord. Welcome signior, you are almost come to part almost a fray. We had liked to have had our two noses snapped off with two old men without teeth. Leonato and his brother, what thinkest thou? had we fought, I doubt we should have been too young for them. In a false quarrel there is no true valour, I came to seek you both. We have been up and down to seek thee, for we are high proof melancholy, and would fain have it beaten away, wilt thou use thy wit? It is in my scabbard, shall I draw it? Dost thou wear thy wit by thy side? Never any did so, though very many have been beside their wit, I will bid thee draw, as we do the minstrels, draw to pleasure us. As I am an honest man he looks pale, art thou sick, or angry? What, courage man: what though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care. Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, and you charge it against me, I pray you choose another subject. Nay then give him another staff, this last was broke cross. By this light, he changes more and more, I think he be angry indeed. If he be, he knows how to turn his girdle. Shall I speak a word in your ear? God bless me from a challenge. You are a villain, I jest not, I will make it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when you dare: do me right, or I will protest your cowardice: you have killed a sweet Lady, and her death shall fall heavy on you, let me hear from you. Well, I will meet you, so I may have good cheer. What, a feast, a feast? I faith I thank him, he hath bid me to a calf's head and a Capon, the which if I do not carve most curiously, say my knife's naught, shall I not find a woodcock too?
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1199–1240 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 42 in this edition
Length
491 words · 638 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T54 — Antony and Cleopatra: love, death and mourningcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.818 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T51 · seed 44: T48 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Hold you content, what man? I know them, yea And what they weigh, euen to the vtmoſt ſcruple, Scambling, out-facing, faſhion-monging boyes, That lye, and cog, and flout, depraue, and ſlander, Goe antiquely, and ſhow outward hidiouſneſſe, And ſpeake of halfe a dozen dang'rous words, How they might hurt their enemies, if they durſt. And this is all. But brother Anthonie. Come, 'tis no matter, Do not you meddle, let me deale in this. Gentlemen both, we will not wake your patience My heart is ſorry for your daughters death: But on my honour ſhe was charg'd with nothing But what was true, and very full of proofe. My Lord, my Lord. I will not heare you. No come brother, away, I will be heard. And ſhall, or ſome of vs will ſmart for it. See, ſee, here comes the man we went to ſeeke. Now ſignior, what newes? Good day my Lord. Welcome ſignior, you are almoſt come to part almoſt a fray. Wee had likt to haue had our two noſes ſnapt off with two old men without teeth. Leonato and his brother, what think'ſt thou? had wee fought, I doubt we ſhould haue beene too yong for them. In a falſe quarrell there is no true valour, I came to ſeeke you both. We haue beene vp and downe to ſeeke thee, for we are high proofe melancholly, and would faine haue it beaten away, wilt thou vſe thy wit? It is in my ſcabberd, ſhall I draw it? Doeſt thou weare thy wit by thy ſide? Neuer any did ſo, though verie many haue been beſide their wit, I will bid thee drawe, as we do the minſtrels, draw to pleaſure vs. As I am an honeſt man he lookes pale, art thou ſicke, or angrie? What, courage man: what though care kil'd a cat, thou haſt mettle enough in thee to kill care. Sir, I ſhall meete your wit in the careere, and you charge it againſt me, I pray you chuſe another ſubiect. Nay then giue him another ſtaffe, this laſt was broke croſſe. By this light, he changes more and more, I thinke he be angrie indeede. If he be, he knowes how to turne his girdle. Shall I ſpeake a word in your eare? God bleſſe me from a challenge. You are a villaine, I ieſt not, I will make it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when you dare: do me right, or I will proteſt your cowardiſe: you haue kill'd a ſweete Ladie, and her death ſhall fall heauie on you, let me heare from you. Well, I will meete you, ſo I may haue good cheare. What, a feaſt, a feaſt? I faith I thanke him, he hath bid me to a calues head and a Capon, the which if I doe not carue moſt curiouſly, ſay my knife's naught, ſhall I not finde a woodcocke too?