Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.80 · 491 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I cannot bid you bid my daughter live, That were impossible, but I pray you both, Possess the people in Messina here, How innocent she died, and if your love Can labour aught in sad invention, Hang her an epitaph upon her toomb, And sing it to her bones, sing it to night: To morrow morning come you to my house, And since you could not be my son in law, Be yet my Nephew: my brother hath a daughter, Almost the copy of my child that's dead, And she alone is heir to both of us, Give her the right you should have given her cousin, And so dies my revenge. O noble sir! Your over kindness doth wring tears from me, I do embrace your offer, and dispose For henceforth of poor Claudio. To morrow than I will expect your coming, To night I take my leave, this naughty man Shall face to face be brought to Margaret, Who I believe was packed in all this wrong, Hired to it by your brother. No by my soul she was not, Nor knew not what she did when she spoke to me, But always hath been just and virtuous, In any thing that I do know by her. Moreover sir, which indeed is not under white and black, this plaintiff here, the offender did call me ass, I beseech you let it be remembered in his punishment, and also the watch heard them talk of one Deformed, they say he wears a key in his ear and a lock hanging by it, and borrows money in God's name, the which he hath used so long, and never paid, that now men grow hard-hearted and will lend nothing for God's sake: pray you examine him upon that point. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. Your worship speaks like a most thankful and reverend youth, and I praise God for you. There's for thy pains. God save the foundation. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and I thank thee. I leave an arrant knave with your worship, which I beseech your worship to correct yourself, for the example of others: God keep your worship, I wish your worship well, God restore you to health, I humbly give you leave to departed, and if a merry meeting may be wished, God prohibit it: come neighbour. Until to morrow morning, Lords, farewell. Farewell my Lords, we look for you to morrow. We will not fail. To night i'll mourn with Hero: Bring you these fellows on, we'll talk with Margaret, how her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow. Pray thee sweet Mistress Margaret, deserve well at my hands, by helping me to the speech of Beatrice. Will you then write me a Sonnet in praise of my beauty? In so high a stile Margaret, that no man living shall come over it, for in most comely truth thou deservest it.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1296–1337 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 38 of 42 in this edition
Length
491 words · 613 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.802 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I cannot bid you bid my daughter liue, That vvere impoſſible, but I praie you both, Poſſeſſe the people in Meſſina here, How innocent ſhe died, and if your loue Can labour aught in ſad inuention, Hang her an epitaph vpon her toomb, And ſing it to her bones, ſing it to night: To morrow morning come you to my houſe, And ſince you could not be my ſonne in law, Be yet my Nephew: my brother hath a daughter, Almoſt the copie of my childe that's dead, And ſhe alone is heire to both of vs, Giue her the right you ſhould haue giu'n her coſin, And ſo dies my reuenge. O noble ſir! Your ouer kindneſſe doth wring teares from me, I do embrace your offer, and diſpoſe For henceforth of poore Claudio. To morrow then I will expect your comming, To night I take my leaue, this naughtie man Shall face to face be brought to Margaret, Who I beleeue was packt in all this wrong, Hired to it by your brother. No by my ſoule ſhe was not, Nor knew not what ſhe did when ſhe ſpoke to me, But alwaies hath bin iuſt and vertuous, In anie thing that I do know by her. Moreouer ſir, which indeede is not vnder white and black, this plaintiffe here, the offendour did call mee aſſe, I beſeech you let it be remembred in his puniſhment, and alſo the vvatch heard them talke of one Deformed, they ſay he weares a key in his eare and a lock hanging by it, and borrowes monie in Gods name, the which he hath vs'd ſo long, and neuer paied, that now men grow hard-harted and will lend nothing for Gods ſake: praie you examine him vpon that point. I thanke thee for thy care and honeſt paines. Your vvorſhip ſpeakes like a moſt thankefull and reuerend youth, and I praiſe God for you. There's for thy paines. God ſaue the foundation. Goe, I diſcharge thee of thy priſoner, and I thanke thee. I leaue an arrant knaue vvith your vvorſhip, which I beſeech your worſhip to correct your ſelfe, for the example of others: God keepe your vvorſhip, I wiſh your worſhip vvell, God reſtore you to health, I humblie giue you leaue to depart, and if a merrie meeting may be wiſht, God prohibite it: come neighbour. Vntill to morrow morning, Lords, farewell. Farewell my Lords, vve looke for you to morrow. We will not faile. To night ile mourne with Hero: Bring you theſe fellowes on, weel talke vvith Margaret, how her acquaintance grew vvith this lewd fellow. Praie thee ſweete Miſtris Margaret, deſerue vvell at my hands, by helping mee to the ſpeech of Beatrice. Will you then write me a Sonnet in praiſe of my beautie? In ſo high a ſtile Margaret, that no man liuing ſhall come ouer it, for in moſt comely truth thou deſerueſt it.