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 0.88 · 473 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.
I, by my life; And never did desire to see thee more. Therefore be out of hope, of question, of doubt; Be certain, nothing truer: 'tis no jest, That I do hate thee, and love Helena. O me, you juggler, you canker blossom, You thief of love; What, have you come by night, And stolen my love's heart from him? Fine i'faith: Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear Impatient answers from my gentle tongue? Fie, fie, you counterfeit, you puppet, you. Puppet? why so? I, that way goes the game. Now I perceive that she hath made compare Between our statures, she hath urged her height, And with her personage, her tall personage, Her height (forsooth) she hath prevailed with him. And are you grown so high in his esteem, Because I am so dwarfish, and so low? How low am I, thou painted Maypole? Speak, How low am I? I am not yet so low, But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes. I pray you though you mock me, gentlemen, Let her not hurt me; I was never cursed: I have no gift at all in shrewishness; I am a right maid for my cowardice; Let her not strike me: you perhaps may think, Because she is something lower than myself, That I can match her. Lower? hark again. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me, I evermore did love you Hermia, Did ever keep your counsels, never wronged you, Save that in love unto Demetrius, I told him of your stealth unto this wood. He followed you, for love I followed him, But he hath chid me hence, and threatened me To strike me, spurn me, nay to kill me too; And now, so you will let me quiet go, To Athens will I bear my folly back, And follow you no further. Let me go. You see how simple, and how fond I am. Why get you gone: who is't that hinders you? A foolish heart, that I leave here behind. What, with Lysander? With Demetrius. Be not afraid, she shall not harm thee Helena. No sir, she shall not, though you take her part. O when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd, She was a vixen when she went to school, And though she be but little, she is fierce. Little again? Nothing but low and little? Why will you suffer her to flout me thus? Let me come to her. Get you gone you dwarf, You minimus, of hindering knotgrass made, You bed, you acorne. You are too officious, In her behalf that scorns your services. Let her alone, speak not of Helena, Take not her part. For if thou dost intent Never so little show of love to her, Thou shalt abide it.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1118–1181 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 33 in this edition
Length
473 words · 642 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T4 — Love-longing and the lover's complaintcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.881 (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)
I, by my life; And neuer did deſire to ſee thee more. Therefore be out of hope, of queſtion, of doubt; Be certaine, nothing truer: 'tis no ieſt, That I doe hate thee, and loue Helena. O me, you iugler, you canker bloſſome, You theefe of loue; What, haue you come by night, And ſtolne my loues heart from him? Fine yfaith: Haue you no modeſty, no maiden ſhame, No touch of baſhfulneſſe? What, will you teare Impatient anſwers from my gentle tongue? Fie, fie, you counterfeit, you puppet, you. Puppet? why ſo? I, that way goes the game. Now I perceiue that ſhe hath made compare Betweene our ſtatures, ſhe hath vrg'd her height, And with her perſonage, her tall perſonage, Her height (forſooth) ſhe hath preuail'd with him. And are you growne ſo high in his eſteeme, Becauſe I am ſo dwarfiſh, and ſo low? How low am I, thou painted May-pole? Speake, How low am I? I am not yet ſo low, But that my nailes can reach vnto thine eyes. I pray you though you mocke me, gentlemen, Let her not hurt me; I was neuer curſt: I haue no gift at all in ſhrewiſhneſſe; I am a right maide for my cowardize; Let her not ſtrike me: you perhaps may thinke, Becauſe ſhe is ſomething lower then my ſelfe, That I can match her. Lower? harke againe. Good Hermia, do not be ſo bitter with me, I euermore did loue you Hermia, Did euer keepe your counſels, neuer wronged you, Saue that in loue vnto Demetrius, I told him of your ſtealth vnto this wood. He followed you, for loue I followed him, But he hath chid me hence, and threatned me To ſtrike me, ſpurne me, nay to kill me too; And now, ſo you will let me quiet go, To Athens will I beare my folly backe, And follow you no further. Let me go. You ſee how ſimple, and how fond I am. Why get you gone: who iſt that hinders you? A fooliſh heart, that I leaue here behinde. What, with Lyſander? With Demetrius. Be not afraid, ſhe ſhall not harme thee Helena. No ſir, ſhe ſhall not, though you take her part. O when ſhe's angry, ſhe is keene and ſhrewd, She was a vixen when ſhe went to ſchoole, And though ſhe be but little, ſhe is fierce. Little againe? Nothing but low and little? Why will you ſuffer her to flout me thus? Let me come to her. Get you gone you dwarfe, You minimus, of hindring knot-graſſe made, You bead, you acorne. You are too officious, In her behalfe that ſcornes your ſeruices. Let her alone, ſpeake not of Helena, Take not her part. For if thou doſt intend Neuer ſo little ſhew of loue to her, Thou ſhalt abide it.