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 0.80 · 484 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.
Ready. Mounsieur Cobweb, good monsieur get your weapons in your hand, & kill me a red hipt humble-Bee, on the top of a thistle; and good Mounsieur bring me the honey bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, Mounsieur; and good Mounsieur have a care the honey bag break not, I would be loath to have you overflown with a hony-bag signior. Where's Mounsieur Mustardseed? Ready. Give me your neafe, Mounsieur Mustardseed. Pray you leave your courtesy good Mounsieur. What's your will? Nothing good Mounsieur, but to help Cavalero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the Barbers Mounsieur, for methinks I am marvelous hairy about the face. And I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch. What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love. I have a reasonable good ear in music. Let us have the tongs and the bones. Or say sweet Love, what thou desirest to eat. Truly a peck of Provender; I could munch your good dry Oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay hath no fellow. I have a venturous Fairy, That shall seek the Squirrels hoard, And fetch thee new Nuts. I had rather have a handful or two of dried pease. But I pray you let none of your people stir me, I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms, Fairy's be gone, and be always away. So doth the woodbine, the sweet Honisuckle, Gently entwist; the female joy so Enrings the barky fingers of the Elm. O how I love thee! how I dote on thee! Welcome good Robin: Seest thou this sweet sight? Her dotage now I do begin to pity. For meeting her of late behind the wood, Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool, I did upbraid her, and fall out with her. For she his hairy temples than had rounded, With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers. And that same dew which sometime on the buds, Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls; Stood now within the pretty flouriets eyes, Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. When I had at my pleasure taunted her, And she in mild terms begged my patience, I then did ask of her, her changeling child, Which strait she gave me, and her Fairy sent To bear him to my Bower in Fairy Land. And now I have the Boy, I will undo This hateful imperfection of her eyes. And gentle Pucke, take this transformed scalp, From off the head of this Athenian swain; That he awaking when the other do, May all to Athens back again repair, And think no more of this night's accidents, But as the fierce vexation of a dream. But first I will release the Fairy Queen.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1311–1357 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 24 of 33 in this edition
Length
484 words · 656 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T55 — Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desirecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.795 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T50 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Ready. Mounſieur Cobweb, good Mounſier get your weapons in your hand, & kill me a red hipt humble-Bee, on the top of a thiſtle; and good Mounſieur bring mee the hony bag. Doe not fret your ſelfe too much in the action, Mounſieur; and good Mounſieur haue a care the hony bag breake not, I would be loth to haue you ouerflowne with a hony-bag ſigniour. Where's Mounſieur Muſtardſeed? Ready. Giue me your neafe, Mounſieur Muſtardſeed. Pray you leaue your courteſie good Mounſieur. What's your will? Nothing good Mounſieur, but to help Caualery Cobweb to ſcratch. I muſt to the Barbers Mounſieur, for me-thinkes I am maruellous hairy about the face. And I am ſuch a tender aſſe, if my haire do but tickle me, I muſt ſcratch. What, wilt thou heare ſome muſicke, my ſweet loue. I haue a reaſonable good eare in muſicke. Let vs haue the tongs and the bones. Or ſay ſweete Loue, what thou deſireſt to eat. Truly a pecke of Prouender; I could munch your good dry Oates. Me-thinkes I haue a great deſire to a bottle of hay: good hay, ſweete hay hath no fellow. I haue a venturous Fairy, That ſhall ſeeke the Squirrels hoard, And fetch thee new Nuts. I had rather haue a handfull or two of dried peaſe. But I pray you let none of your people ſtirre me, I haue an expoſition of ſleepe come vpon me. Sleepe thou, and I will winde thee in my arms, Fairies be gone, and be alwaies away. So doth the woodbine, the ſweet Honiſuckle, Gently entwiſt; the female Ioy ſo Enrings the barky fingers of the Elme. O how I loue thee! how I dote on thee! Welcome good Robin: Seeſt thou this ſweet ſight? Her dotage now I doe begin to pitty. For meeting her of late behinde the wood, Seeking ſweet ſauors for this hatefull foole, I did vpbraid her, and fall out with her. For ſhe his hairy temples then had rounded, With coronet of freſh and fragrant flowers. And that ſame dew which ſomtime on the buds, Was wont to ſwell like round and orient pearles; Stood now within the pretty flouriets eyes, Like teares that did their owne diſgrace bewaile. When I had at my pleaſure taunted her, And ſhe in milde termes beg'd my patience, I then did aske of her, her changeling childe, Which ſtraight ſhe gaue me, and her Fairy ſent To beare him to my Bower in Fairy Land. And now I haue the Boy, I will vndoe This hatefull imperfection of her eyes. And gentle Pucke, take this transformed ſcalpe, From off the head of this Athenian ſwaine; That he awaking when the other doe, May all to Athens backe againe repaire, And thinke no more of this nights accidents, But as the fierce vexation of a dreame. But firſt I will releaſe the Fairy Queene.