The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 35 of 39
Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
In such a night did Thisbie fearfully ore-trip the dew, and saw the lions shadow ere himself, and ran dismayed away. In such a night stood Dido with a willow in her hand upon the wild sea banks, and waft her Love to come again to Carthage. In such a night Medea gathered the enchanted herbs that did renew old Aeson. In such a night did Iessica steal from the wealthy Iewe, and with an unthrift love did run from Venice, as far as Belmont. In such a night did young Lorenzo swear he loved her well, stealing her soul with many vows of faith, and near a true one. In such a night did pretty Iessica (like a little shrew) slander her Love, and he forgave it her. I would out-night you did no body come: But hark, I hear the footing of a man. Who comes so fast in silence of the night? A friend? A friend, what friend, your name I pray you friend? Stephano is my name, and I bring word my Mistress will before the break of day be here at Belmont, she doth stray about by holy crosses where she kneels and prays for happy wedlock hours. Who comes with her? None but a holy Hermit and her maid: I pray you is my Master yet returned? He is not, nor we have not heard from him, But go we in I pray thee Iessica, and ceremoniously let us prepare some welcome for the Mistress of the house. Sola, sola: woe ha, ho sola, sola. Who calls? Sola, did you see M. Lorenzo, & M. Lorenzo sola, sola. Leave hollowing man, here. Sola, where, where? here? Tell him there's a Post come from my Master, with his horn full of good news, my Master will be here ere morning sweet soul. Let's in, and there expect their coming. And yet no matter: why should we go in. My friend Stephen, signify pray you within the house, your mistress is at hand, and bring your music forth into the air. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank, here will we sit, and let the sounds of music creep in our ears soft stillness, and the night become the tutches of sweet harmony: sit Iessica, look how the floor of heaven is thick inlaid with pattens of bright gold, there's not the smallest orb which thou beholdest but in his motion like an Angel sings, still quiring to the young eyed Cherubins; such harmony is in immortal souls, but whilst this muddy vesture of decay doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it: Come ho, and wake Diana with a hymn, with sweetest tutches pierce your mistress ear, and draw her home with music. I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
In ſuch a night did Thiſbie fearefully ore-trip the dewe, and ſaw the Lyons ſhadow ere him ſelfe, and ranne diſmayed away. In ſuch a night ſtoode Dido with a willow in her hand vpon the wilde ſea banks, and waft her Loue to come againe to Carthage. In ſuch a night Medea gathered the inchanted hearbs that did renew old Eſon. In ſuch a night did Ieſſica ſteale from the wealthy Iewe, and with an vnthrift loue did runne from Venice, as farre as Belmont. In ſuch a night did young Lorenzo ſweare he loued her well, ſtealing her ſoule with many vowes of faith, and nere a true one. In ſuch a night did pretty Ieſſica (like a little ſhrow) ſlaunder her Loue, and he forgaue it her. I would out-night you did no body come: But harke, I heare the footing of a man. Who comes ſo faſt in ſilence of the night? A friend? A friend, what friend, your name I pray you friend? Stephano is my name, and I bring word my Miſtres will before the breake of day be heere at Belmont, ſhe doth ſtray about by holy croſſes where ſhe kneeles and prayes for happy wedlock houres. Who comes with her? None but a holy Hermit and her mayd: I pray you is my Maiſter yet returnd? He is not, nor we haue not heard from him, But goe we in I pray thee Ieſſica, and ceremoniouſly let vs prepare ſome welcome for the Miſtres of the houſe. Sola, ſola: wo ha, ho ſola, ſola. Who calls? Sola, did you ſee M. Lorenzo, & M. Lorenzo ſola, ſola. Leaue hollowing man, heere. Sola, where, where? Heere? Tell him there's a Poſt come from my Maiſter, with his horne full of good newes, my Maiſter will be heere ere morning ſweete ſoule. Let's in, and there expect their comming. And yet no matter: why ſhould we goe in. My friend Stephen, ſignifie pray you vvithin the houſe, your miſtres is at hand, and bring your muſique foorth into the ayre. How ſweet the moone-light ſleepes vpon this banke, heere will we ſit, and let the ſounds of muſique creepe in our eares ſoft ſtilnes, and the night become the tutches of ſweet harmonie: ſit Ieſſica, looke how the floore of heauen is thick inlayed with pattens of bright gold, there's not the ſmalleſt orbe which thou beholdſt but in his motion like an Angell ſings, ſtill quiring to the young eyde Cherubins; ſuch harmonie is in immortall ſoules, but whilſt this muddy veſture of decay dooth groſly cloſe it in, we cannot heare it: Come hoe, and wake Diana with a himne, vvith ſweeteſt tutches pearce your miſtres eare, and draw her home with muſique. I am neuer merry when I heare ſweet muſique.