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 0.82 · 471 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.
Soft and fair Friar, which is Beatrice? I answer to that name, what is your will? Do not you love me? Why no, no more than reason. Why then your Uncle, and the Prince, & Claudio, have been deceived, they swore you did. Do not you love me? Troth no, no more than reason. Why then my Cousin Margaret and Ursula Are much deceived, for they did swear you did. They swore you were almost sick for me. They swore you were well-nigh dead for me. 'tis no matter, than you do not love me? No truly, but in friendly recompense. Come Cousin, I am sure you love the gentleman. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves her, For here's a paper written in his hand, A halting sonnet of his own pure brain, Fashioned to Beatrice. And here's another, Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, Containing her affection unto Benedick. A miracle, here's our own hands against our hearts: come I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for pity. I would not deny you, but by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion, & partly to save your life, for I was told, you were in a consumption. Peace I will stop your mouth. How dost thou Benedick the married man? I'll tell thee what Prince: a College of witte-crackers cannot flout me out of my humour, dost thou think I care for a Satire or an Epigram? no, if a man will be beaten with brains, a shall wear nothing handsome about him: in brief, since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it, and therefore never flout at me, for I have said against it: for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion: for thy part Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee, but in that thou art like to be my kinsman, live unbruised, and love my cousin. I had well hoped thou wouldst have denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgeled thee out of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer, which out of question thou wilt be, if my Cousin do not look exceeding narrowly to thee. Come, come, we are friends, let's have a dance ere we are married, that we may lighten our own hearts, and our wife's heels. we'll have dancing afterward. First, of my word, therefore play music. Prince, thou art sad, get, thee a wife, get thee a wife, there is no staff more reverend than one tipped with horn. My Lord, your brother Iohn is ta'en in flight, And brought with armed men back to Messina. Think not on him till to morrow, i'll device thee brave punishments for him: strike up Pipers.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1470–1502 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 42 of 42 in this edition
Length
471 words · 619 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T15 — Friars and holy orders in plotcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.822 (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)
Soft and faire Frier, which is Beatrice? I anſwer to that name, what is your will? Doe not you loue me? Why no, no more then reaſon. Why then your Vncle, and the Prince, & Claudio, haue beene deceiued, they ſwore you did. Doe not you loue mee? Troth no, no more then reaſon. Why then my Coſin Margaret and Ʋrſula Are much deceiu'd, for they did ſweare you did. They ſwore you were almoſt ſicke for me. They ſwore you were wel-nye dead for me. Tis no matter, then you doe not loue me? No truly, but in friendly recompence. Come Coſin, I am ſure you loue the gentlemā. And Ile be ſworne vpon't, that he loues her, For heres a paper written in his hand, A halting ſonnet of his owne pure braine, Faſhioned to Beatrice. And heeres another, Writ in my coſins hand, ſtolne from her pocket, Containing her affection vnto Benedicke. A miracle, here's our owne hands againſt our hearts: come I will haue thee, but by this light I take thee for pittie. I would not denie you, but by this good day, I yeeld vpon great perſwaſion, & partly to ſaue your life, for I was told, you were in a conſumption. Peace I will ſtop your mouth. How doſt thou Benedicke the married man? Ile tell thee what Prince: a Colledge of witte-crackers cannot flout mee out of my humour, doſt thou think I care for a Satyre or an Epigram? no, if a man will be beaten with braines, a ſhall weare nothing handſome about him: in briefe, ſince I do purpoſe to marry, I will thinke nothing to any purpoſe that the world can ſay againſt it, and therefore neuer flout at me, for I haue ſaid againſt it: for man is a giddy thing, and this is my concluſion: for thy part Claudio, I did thinke to haue beaten thee, but in that thou art like to be my kinſman, liue vnbruis'd, and loue my couſin. I had well hop'd yu wouldſt haue denied Beatrice, yt I might haue cudgel'd thee out of thy ſingle life, to make thee a double dealer, which out of queſtiō thou wilt be, if my Couſin do not looke exceeding narrowly to thee. Come, come, we are friends, let's haue a dance ere we are married, that we may lighten our own hearts, and our wiues heeles. Wee'll haue dancing afterward. Firſt, of my vvord, therfore play muſick. Prince, thou art ſad, get, thee a vvife, get thee a vvife, there is no ſtaff more reuerend then one tipt with horn. My Lord, your brother Iohn is tane in flight, And brought with armed men backe to Meſſina. Thinke not on him till to morrow, ile deuiſe thee braue puniſhments for him: ſtrike vp Pipers.