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 0.85 · 501 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.
And so am I, being else by faith enforced To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it. Well daughter, and you gentlewomen all, Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves, And when I send for you, come hither masked: The Prince and Claudio promised by this hour To visit me, you know your office Brother, You must be father to your brother's daughter, And give her to young Claudio. Which I will do with confirmed countenance. friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. To do what Signior? To bind me, or undo me, one of them: Signior Leonato, truth it is good Signior, Your niece regards me with an eye of favour. That eye my daughter lent her, 'tis most true. And I do with an eye of love require her. The sight whereof I think you had from me, From Claudio, and the Prince, but what's your will? Your answer sir is Enigmatical, But for my will, my will is, your good will May stand with ours, this day to be conjoined, In the state of honourable marriage, In which (good Friar) I shall desire your help. My heart is with your liking. And my help. Good morrow to this fair assembly. Good morrow Prince, good morrow Claudio: We here attend you, are you yet determined, To day to marry with my brother's daughter? I'll hold my mind were she an Ethiope. Call her forth brother, here's the Friar ready. Good morrow Benedike, why what's the matter? That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness. I think he thinks upon the savage bull: Tush, fear not man, we'll tip thy horns with gold, And all Europa shall rejoice at thee, As once Europa did at lusty Ioue, When he would play the noble beast in love. Bull Ioue sir, had an amiable low, And some such strange bull leapt your father's Cow, A got a Calf in that same noble seat, Much like to you, for you have just his bleat. For this I own you: here comes other reckonings. Which is the Lady I must seize upon? This same is she, and I do give you her. Why thou she's mine, sweet let me see your face. No that you shall not, till you take her hand, Before this Friar, and swear to marry her. Give me your hand before this holy Friar, I am your husband if you like of me. And when I lived I was your other wife, And when you loved, you were my other husband. Another Hero? Nothing certainer. One Hero died, but I do live, And surely as I live, I am a maid. The former Hero, Hero that is dead. She died my Lord, but whiles her slander lived. All this amazement can I qualify, When after that the holy rites are ended, I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death: Mean time let wonder seem familiar, And to the chapel let us presently.
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Position
nodes 1405–1469 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 41 of 42 in this edition
Length
501 words · 661 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T15 — Friars and holy orders in plotcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.852 (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)
And ſo am I, being elſe by faith enforc'd To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it. Well daughter, and you gentlewomen all, Withdraw into a chamber by your ſelues, And when I ſend for you, come hither mask'd: The Prince and Claudio promis'd by this howre To viſit me, you know your office Brother, You muſt be father to your brothers daughter, And giue her to young Claudio. Which I will doe with confirm'd countenance. Frier, I muſt intreat your paines, I thinke. To doe what Signior? To binde me, or vndoe me, one of them: Signior Leonato, truth it is good Signior, Your neece regards me with an eye of fauour. That eye my daughter lent her, 'tis moſt true. And I doe with an eye of loue require her. The ſight whereof I thinke you had from me, From Claudio, and the Prince, but what's your will? Your anſwer ſir is Enigmaticall, But for my will, my will is, your good will May ſtand with ours, this day to be conioyn'd, In the ſtate of honourable marriage, In which (good Frier) I ſhall deſire your helpe. My heart is with your liking. And my helpe. Good morrow to this faire aſſembly. Good morrow Prince, good morrow Claudio: We heere attend you, are you yet determin'd, To day to marry with my brothers daughter? Ile hold my minde were ſhe an Ethiope. Call her forth brother, heres the Frier ready. Good morrow Benedike, why what's the matter? That you haue ſuch a Februarie face, So full of froſt, of ſtorme, and clowdineſſe. I thinke he thinkes vpon the ſauage bull: Tuſh, feare not man, wee'll tip thy hornes with gold, And all Europa ſhall reioyce at thee, As once Europa did at luſty Ioue, When he would play the noble beaſt in loue. Bull Ioue ſir, had an amiable low, And ſome ſuch ſtrange bull leapt your fathers Cow, A got a Calfe in that ſame noble ſeat, Much like to you, for you haue iuſt his beat. For this I owe you: here comes other recknings. Which is the Lady I muſt ſeize vpon? This ſame is ſhe, and I oe giue you her. Why thou ſhe's mine, ſweet let me ſee your face. No that you ſhal not, till you take her hand, Before this Frier, and ſweare to marry her. Giue me your hand before this holy Frier, I am your husband if you like of me. And when I liu'd I was your other wife, And when you lou'd, you were my other husband. Another Hero? Nothing certaine. One Hero died, but I doe liue, And ſurely as I liue, I am a maid. The former Hero, Hero that is dead. Shee died my Lord, but whiles her ſlander liu'd. All this amazement can I qualifie, When after that the holy rites are ended, Ile tell you largely of faire Heroes death: Meane time let wonder ſeeme familiar, And to the chappell let vs preſently.