Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi typicality 0.81 · 477 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
The Ploughman lost his sweat, and the green Corn Hath rotten, ere his youth attained a beard: The fold stands empty in the drowned field, And Crows are fatted with the murrion flock, The nine men's Morris is filled up with mud, And the quaint Mazes in the wanton green, For lack of tread are undistinguishable. The humane mortals want their winter here, No night is now with hymn or carol blessed; Therefore the Moon (the governess of floods) Pale in her anger, washes all the air; That Rheumatic diseases do abound. And through this distemperature, we see The seasons alter; hoared headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson Rose, And on old Hiems chin and Icy crown, An odorous Chaplet of sweet Summer buds Is as in mockery set. The Spring, the Summer, The childing Autumn, angry Winter change Their wont Liveries, and the mazed world, By their increase, now knows not which is which; And this same progeny of evils, Comes from our debate, from our dissension, We are their parents and original. Do you amend it then, it lies in you, Why should Titania cross her Oberon? I do but beg a little changeling boy, To be my Henchman. Set your heart at rest, The Fairy land buys not the child of me, His mother was a Votress of my Order, And in the spiced Indian air, by night Full often hath she gossipped by my side, And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands, Marking th' embarked traders on the flood, When we have laughed to see the sails conceive, And grow big bellied with the wanton wind: Which she with pretty and with swimming gate, Following (her womb then rich with my young squire) Would imitate, and sail upon the Land, To fetch me trifles, and return again, As from a voyage, rich with merchandise. But she being mortal, of that boy did die, And for her sake I do rear up her boy, And for her sake I will not part with him. How long within this wood intent you stay? Perchance till after Theseus' wedding day. If you will patiently dance in our Round, And see our Moonlight revels, go with us; If not, shun me and I will spare your haunts. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. Not for thy Fairy Kingdom. Fairy's away: We shall chide down right, if I longer stay. Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this grove, Till I torment thee for this injury. My gentle Pucke come hither; thou remember'st Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a Mermaid on a Dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their Spheres, To hear the Sea-maids music. I remember.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 387–449 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 33 in this edition
Length
477 words · 637 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T55 — Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desirecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.806 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T50 · seed 44: T47 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
The Ploughman loſt his ſweat, and the greene Corne Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard: The fold ſtands empty in the drowned field, And Crowes are fatted vvith the murrion flocke, The nine mens Morris is fild vp with mud, And the queint Mazes in the wanton greene, For lacke of tread are vndiſtinguiſhable. The humane mortals want their winter heere, No night is now with hymne or caroll bleſt; Therefore the Moone (the gouerneſſe of floods) Pale in her anger, waſhes all the aire; That Rheumaticke diſeaſes doe abound. And through this diſtemperature, we ſee The ſeaſons alter; hoared headed froſts Fall in the freſh lap of the crimſon Roſe, And on old Hyems chinne and Icie crowne, An odorous Chaplet of ſweet Sommer buds Is as in mockry ſet. The Spring, the Sommer, The childing Autumne, angry Winter change Their wonted Liueries, and the mazed world, By their increaſe, now knowes not which is which; And this ſame progeny of euills, Comes from our debate, from our diſſention, We are their parents and originall. Do you amend it then, it lies in you, Why ſhould Titania croſſe her Oberon? I do but beg a little changeling boy, To be my Henchman. Set your heart at reſt, The Fairy land buyes not the childe of me, His mother was a Votreſſe of my Order, And in the ſpiced Indian aire, by night Full often hath ſhe goſſipt by my ſide, And ſat with me on Neptunes yellow ſands, Marking th' embarked traders on the flood, When we haue laught to ſee the ſailes conceiue, And grow big bellied with the wanton winde: Which ſhe with pretty and with ſwimming gate, Following (her wombe then rich with my yong ſquire) Would imitate, and ſaile vpon the Land, To fetch me trifles, and returne againe, As from a voyage, rich with merchandize. But ſhe being mortall, of that boy did die, And for her ſake I doe reare vp her boy, And for her ſake I will not part with him. How long within this wood intend you ſtay? Perchance till after Theſeus wedding day. If you will patiently dance in our Round, And ſee our Moone-light reuels, goe with vs; If not, ſhun me and I will ſpare your haunts. Giue me that boy, and I will goe with thee. Not for thy Fairy Kingdome. Fairies away: We ſhall chide downe right, if I longer ſtay. Wel, go thy way: thou ſhalt not from this groue, Till I torment thee for this iniury. My gentle Pucke come hither; thou remembreſt Since once I ſat vpon a promontory, And heard a Meare-maide on a Dolphins backe, Vttering ſuch dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude ſea grew ciuill at her ſong, And certaine ſtarres ſhot madly from their Spheares, To heare the Sea-maids muſicke. I remember.