Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.74 · 474 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.
Why do they run away? This is a knavery of them to make me afeard. O Bottom, thou art changed; What do I see on thee? What do you see? You see an Ass-head of your own, do you? Bless thee Bottom, bless thee; thou art translated. I see their knavery; this is to make an ass of me, to fright me if they could; but I will not stir from this place, do what they can. I will walk up and down here, and I will sing that they shall hear I am not afraid. The Woosell cock, so black of hue, With Orange-tawny bill. The Throstle, with his note so true, The Wren and little quill. What Angel wakes me from my flowery bed? The Finch, the Sparrow, and the Lark, The plainsong Cuckoo grey; Whose note full many a man doth mark, And dares not answer, nay. For indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a bird? Who would give a bird the lie, though he cry Cuckoo, never so? I pray thee gentle mortal, sing again, Mine ear is much enamoured of thy note; On the first view to say, to swear I love thee. So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape. And thy fair virtue's force (perforce) doth move me. Methinks mistress, you should have little reason for that: and yet to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together, nowadays. The more the pity, that some honest neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion. Thou art as wise, as thou art beautiful. Not so neither: but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn. Out of this wood, do not desire to go, Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. I am a spirit of no common rate: The Summer still doth tend upon my state, And I do love thee; therefore go with me, I'll give thee Fairies to attend on thee; And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep: And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, That thou shalt like an airy spirit go. Ready; and I, and I, and I, Where shall we go? Be kind and courteous to this Gentleman, Hop in his walks, and gambole in his eyes, Feed him with Apricocks, and Dewberries, With purple Grapes, green Figs, and Mulberries, The honie-bags steal from the humble Bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxed thighs, And light them at the fierie-Glow-wormes eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise: And pluck the wings from painted Butterflies, To fan the Moone-beames from his sleeping eyes. Nod to him Elves, and do him courtesies. Hail mortal, hail. Hail. Hail.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 773–821 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 15 of 33 in this edition
Length
474 words · 645 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T4 — Love-longing and the lover's complaintcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.737 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T2 · seed 44: T3 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why do they run away? This is a knauery of them to make me afeard. O Bottom, thou art chang'd; What doe I ſee on thee? What do you ſee? You ſee an Aſſe-head of your owne, do you? Bleſſe thee Bottome, bleſſe thee; thou art tranſlated. I ſee their knauery; this is to make an aſſe of me, to fright me if they could; but I will not ſtirre from this place, do what they can. I will walke vp and downe here, and I will ſing that they ſhall heare I am not afraid. The Wooſell cocke, ſo blacke of hew, With Orenge-tawny bill. The Throſtle, with his note ſo true, The Wren and little quill. What Angell wakes me from my flowry bed? The Finch, the Sparrow, and the Larke, The plainſong Cuckow gray; Whoſe note full many a man doth marke, And dares not anſwere, nay. For indeede, who would ſet his wit to ſo fooliſh a bird? Who would giue a bird the lye, though he cry Cuckow, neuer ſo? I pray thee gentle mortall, ſing againe, Mine eare is much enamored of thy note; On the firſt view to ſay, to ſweare I loue thee. So is mine eye enthralled to thy ſhape▪ And thy faire vertues force (perforce) doth moue me. Me-thinkes miſtreſſe, you ſhould haue little reaſon for that: and yet to ſay the truth, reaſon and loue keepe little company together, now-adayes. The more the pittie, that ſome honeſt neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleeke vpon occaſion. Thou art as wiſe, as thou art beautifull. Not ſo neither: but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I haue enough to ſerue mine owne turne. Out of this wood, do not deſire to goe, Thou ſhalt remaine here, whether thou wilt or no. I am a ſpirit of no common rate: The Summer ſtill doth tend vpon my ſtate, And I doe loue thee; therefore goe with me, Ile giue thee Fairies to attend on thee; And they ſhall fetch thee Iewels from the deepe, And ſing, while thou on preſſed flowers doſt ſleepe: And I will purge thy mortall groſſeneſſe ſo, That thou ſhalt like an airie ſpirit go. Ready; and I, and I, and I, Where ſhall we go? Be kinde and curteous to this Gentleman, Hop in his walkes, and gambole in his eies, Feede him with Apricocks, and Dewberries, With purple Grapes, greene Figs, and Mulberries, The honie-bags ſteale from the humble Bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighes, And light them at the fierie-Glow-wormes eyes, To haue my loue to bed, and to ariſe: And plucke the wings from painted Butterflies, To fan the Moone-beames from his ſleeping eies. Nod to him Elues, and doe him curteſies. Haile mortall, haile. Haile. Haile.