Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.79 · 492 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
To have no man come over me, why, shall I always keep below stairs? Thy wit is as quick as the greyhounds mouth, it catches. And yours, as blunt as the Fencer's foils, which hit, but hurt not. A most manly wit Margaret, it will not hurt a woman: and so I pray thee call Beatrice, I give thee the bucklers. Give us the swords, we have bucklers of our own. If you use them Margaret, you must put in the pikes with a vice, and they are dangerous weapons for Maids. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who I think hath legs. And therefore will come. The God of love that sits above, and knows me, and knows me, how pitiful I deserve. I mean in singing, but in loving, Leander the good swimmer, Troilus the first imploier of panders, and a whole book full of these quondam carpet-mongers, whose name yet run smoothly in the even road of a blank verse, why they were never so truly turned over and over as my poor self in love: marry I cannot show it rhyme, I have tried, I can find out no rhyme to Lady but baby, an innocent rhyme: for scorn, horn, a hard time: for school fool, a babbling time: very ominous end, no, I was not borne under a rhyming Planet, for I cannot woo in festival terms: sweet Beatrice wouldst thou come when I called thee? Yea Signior, and departed when you bid me. O stay but till then. Then, is spoken: far you well now, and yet ere I go, let me go with that I came, which is, with knowing what hath passed between you and Claudio. Only foul words, and thereupon I will kiss thee. Fowl words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome, therefore I will departed unkist. Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sense, so forcible is thy wit, but I must tell thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge, and either I must shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe him a coward, and I pray thee now tell me, for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me? For them all together, which maintained so politic a state of evil, that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them: but for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me? Suffer love! a good epithet, I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will. In spite of your heart I think, alas poor heart, if you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for yours, for I will never love that which my friend hates. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably. It appears not in this confession, there's not one wise man among twenty that will praise himself.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1338–1356 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 39 of 42 in this edition
Length
492 words · 629 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T4 — Love-longing and the lover's complaintcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.789 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T2 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
To haue no man come ouer me, why, ſhall I alwaies keepe below ſtaires? Thy wit is as quicke as the grey-hounds mouth, it catches. And yours, as blunt as the Fencers foiles, which hit, but hurt not. A moſt manly wit Margaret, it will not hurt a woman: and ſo I pray thee call Beatrice, I giue thee the bucklers. Giue vs the ſwords, wee haue bucklers of our owne. If you vſe them Margaret, you muſt put in the pikes with a vice, and they are dangerous weapons for Maides. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who I thinke hath legges. And therefore will come. The God of loue that ſits aboue, and knowes me, and knowes me, how pittifull I deſerue. I meane in ſinging, but in louing, Leander the good ſwimmer, Trolous the firſt imploier of pandars, and a whole booke full of theſe quondam carpet-mongers, whoſe name yet runne ſmoothly in the euen rode of a blanke verſe, why they were neuer ſo truely turned ouer and ouer as my poore ſelfe in loue: marrie I cannot ſhew it rime, I haue tried, I can finde out no rime to Ladie but babie, an innocent rime: for ſcorne, horne, a hard time: for ſchoole foole, a babling time: verie ominous endings, no, I was not borne vnder a riming Plannet, for I cannot wooe in feſtiuall tearmes: ſweete Beatrice would'ſt thou come when I cal'd thee? Yea Signior, and depart when you bid me. O ſtay but till then. Then, is ſpoken: fare you well now, and yet ere I goe, let me goe with that I came, which is, with knowing what hath paſt betweene you and Claudio. Onely foule words, and thereupon I will kiſſe thee. Foule words is but foule wind, and foule wind is but foule breath, and foule breath is noiſome, therefore I will depart vnkiſt. Thou haſt frighted the word out of his right ſence, ſo forcible is thy wit, but I muſt tell thee plainely, Claudio vndergoes my challenge, and either I muſt ſhortly heare from him, or I will ſubſcribe him a coward, and I pray thee now tell me, for which of my bad parts didſt thou firſt fall in loue with me? For them all together, which maintain'd ſo politique a ſtate of euill, that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them: but for which of my good parts did you firſt ſuffer loue for me? Suffer loue! a good epithite, I do ſuffer loue indeede, for I loue thee againſt my will. In ſpight of your heart I think, alas poore heart, if you ſpight it for my ſake, I will ſpight it for yours, for I will neuer loue that which my friend hates. Thou and I are too wiſe to wooe peaceablie. It appeares not in this confeſſion, there's not one wiſe man among twentie that will praiſe himſelfe.