Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat typicality 0.78 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Either to die the death, or to abjure, For ever, the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires, Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Whether (if you yield not to your father's choice) You can endure the livery of a Nun, For aye to be in shady cloister, mewed To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns, to the cold fruitless Moon. Thrice blessed they, that master so there blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage: But earthlyer happy is the rose distilled, Then that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. So will I grow, so live, so die my Lord, Ere I will yield my virgin Patent, up Unto his Lordship, whose unwished yoke My soul consents not to give sovereignty. Take time to pause, and by the next new moon, The sealing day, betwixt my love and me, For everlasting bond of fellowship, Upon that day either prepare to die, For disobedience to your father's will, Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would, Or on Diana's altar to protest, For aye, austerity and single life. Relent, sweet Hermia, and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. You have her father's love, Demetrius: Let me have Hermias: do you marry him. Scornful Lysander, true, he hath my love: And what is mine, my love shall render him. And she is mine, and all my right of her I do estate unto Demetrius. I am my lord, as well derived as he, As well possessed: my love is more than his: My fortunes every way as fairly ranked (If not with vantage) as Demetrius: And (which is more than all these boasts can be) I am beloved of beauteous Hermia. Why should not I then procecute my right? Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head, Made love to Nedars daughter, Helena, And won her soul: and she (sweet Lady) dotes, Devoutly dotes, dotes in Idolatry, Upon this spotted and inconstant man. I must confess, that I have heard so much; And, with Demetrius, thought to have spoke thereof: But, being overfull of self affairs, My mind did lose it, But Demetrius come, And come Egeus, you shall go with me: I have some private schooling for you both. For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself, To fit your fancies, to your father's will; Or else, the Law of Athens yields you up (Which by no means we may extenuate) To death, or to a vow of single life. Come my Hyppolita: what cheer my love? Demetrius and Egeus go along: I must employ you in some business, Against our nuptial, and confer with you Of some thing, nearly that concerns yourselves. With duty desire, we follow you. How now my love? Why is your cheek so pale▪ How chance the roses there do fade so fast? Belike, for want of rain: which I could well Beteem them, from the tempest of my eyes.
seed 43: T6 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Either to dy the death, or to abiure, For euer, the society of men. Therefore, faire Hermia, question your desires, Knowe of your youth, examine well your blood, Whether (if you yeelde not to your fathers choyce) You can endure the liuery of a Nunne, For aye to be in shady cloyster, mew'd To liue a barraine sister all your life, Chaunting faint hymnes, to the colde fruitlesse Moone. Thrise blessed they, that master so there bloode, To vndergoe such maiden pilgrimage: But earthlyer happy is the rose distild, Then that, which, withering on the virgin thorne, Growes, liues, and dies, in single blessednesse. So will I growe, so liue, so die my Lord, Ere I will yield my virgin Patent, vp Vnto his Lordshippe, whose vnwished yoake My soule consents not to giue souerainty. Take time to pawse, and by the next newe moone, The sealing day, betwixt my loue and mee, For euerlasting bond of fellowshippe, Vpon that day either prepare to dye, For disobedience to your fathers will, Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would, Or on Dianaes altar to protest, For aye, austeritie and single life. Relent, sweete Hermia, and, Lysander, yeeld Thy crazed title to my certaine right. You haue her fathers loue, Demetrius: Let me haue Hermias: doe you marry him. Scornefull Lysander, true, he hath my loue: And what is mine, my loue shall render him. And she is mine, and all my right of her I doe estate unto Demetrius. I am my lord, as well deriu'd as hee, As well possest: my loue is more than his: My fortunes euery way as fairely rankt (If not with vantage) as Demetrius: And (which is more then all these boastes can be) I am belou'd of beautious Hermia. Why should not I then procecute my right? Demetrius, Ile auouch it to his heade, Made loue to Nedars daughter, Helena, And won her soule: and she (sweete Ladie) dotes, Deuoutly dotes, dotes in Idolatry, Vpon this spotted and inconstant man. I must confesse, that I haue heard so much; And, with Demetrius, thought to haue spoke thereof: But, being overfull of selfe affaires, My minde did loose it, But Demetrius come, And come Egeus, you shall goe with mee: I haue some priuate schooling for you both. For you, faire Hermia, looke you arme your selfe, To fit your fancies, to your fathers will; Or else, the Law of Athens yeelds you vp (Which by no meanes we may extenuate) To death, or to a vowe of single life. Come my Hyppolita: what cheare my loue? Demetrius and Egeus goe along: I must employ you in some businesse, Against our nuptiall, and conferre with you Of some thing, nerely that concernes your selues. With duety desire, we follow you. How now my loue? Why is your cheeke so pale▪ How chance the roses there doe fade so fast? Belike, for want of raine: which I could well Beteeme them, from the tempest of my eyes.