The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 10 of 43
Shakespeare, William · published 1619 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.72 · 487 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Nor will not, come bring me to my chance First forward to the Temple, after dinner Your hazard shall be made. Good fortune then, To make me blessed, or cursedst among men. Certainly, my conscience will serve me to run from this Jew my master. The fiend is at mine elbow, and tempts me saying to me, Gobbo, Lancelet Gobbo, good Lancelet, or good Gobbo, or good Lancelet Gobbo, use your legs, take the start, run away: My Conscience says no; take heed honest Lancelet, take heed honest Gobbo, or as aforesaid, honest Launcelet Gobbo, do not run, scorn running with thy heels. Well, the most courageous fiend bids me pack fia says the fiend, away says the fiend, for the heavens rouse up a brave mind says the fiend, and run. Well, my conscience hanging about the neck of my heart, says very wisely to me; My honest friend Lancelet, being an honest man's son, or rather an honest woman's son, for indeed my Father did something smack, something grow too, he had a kind of taste: well, my conscience says budge not; budge says the fiend; budge not says my Conscience. Conscience say I you counsel well; Fiend say I you counsel ill. To be ruled by my Conscience, I should stay with the Jew my master, who (God bless the mark) is a kind of devil; and to run away from the Jew, I should be ruled by the fiend, who (saving your reverence) is the devil himself. Certainly the Jew is the very devil incarnal, and in my conscience, my conscience is but a kind of hard conscience, to offer to counsel me to stay with the jew. The fiend gives the more friendly counsel, I will run fiend, my heels are at your command, I will run. Master young man, you I pray you, which is the way to Master Jews'? O heavens, this is my true begotten Father, who being more than sand blind, high gravel blind, knows me not, I will try conclusions with him. Master young Gentleman, I pray you which is the way to master Jews? Turn up on your right hand at the next turning, but at the next turning of all on your left; marry at the very next turning turn of no hand, but turn down indirectly unto the Jews house. Be God's santies 'twill be a hard way to hit, can you tell me whither one Lancelet that dwells with him, dwell with him, or no? Talk you of young master Lancelet? Mark me now, now will I raise the waters: Talk you of young M. Lancelet? No master sir, but a poor man's son. His Father (though I say it) Is an honest exceeding poor man, And God be thanked, well to live. Well, let his Father be what a will, we talk of young Master Launcelet. Your worship's friend, and Lancelet sir.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 420–438 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 43 in this edition
Length
487 words · 649 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T5 — Christian faith, sin and salvationcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.723 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T4 · seed 44: T5 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Nor will not, come bring me to my chance Firſt forward to the Temple, after dinner Your hazard ſhall be made. Good fortune then, To make me bleſt, or curſedſt among men. Certainly, my conſcience will ſerue me to run from this Iew my maſter. The fiend is at mine elbow, and tempts me ſaying to mee, Gobbo, Lancelet Gobbo, good Lancelet, or good Gobbo, or good Lancelet Gobbo, vſe your legges, take the ſtarte, runne away: My Conſcience ſayes no; take heed honeſt Lancelet, take heede honeſt Gobbo, or as aforeſaide, honeſt Launcelet Gobbo, do not runne, ſcorne running with thy heeles. Well, the moſt couragious fiend bids me packe fia ſayes the fiend, away ſayes the fiend, for the heauens rouſe vp a braue mind ſayes the fiend, and runne. Well, my conſcience hanging about the neck of my heart, ſayes very wiſely to me; My honeſt friend Lancelet, being an honeſt mans ſonne, or rather an honeſt womans ſonne, for indeede my Father did ſomething ſmack, ſomething grow too, he had a kinde of taſte: well, my conſcience ſayes bouge not; bouge ſaies the fiend; bouge not ſayes my Conſcience. Conſcience ſay I you counſell well; Fiend ſay I you counſell ill. To be rul'd by my Conſcience, I ſhould ſtay with the Iew my maſter, who (God bleſſe the marke) is a kinde of diuell; and to runne away from the Iew, I ſhould be rul'de by the fiend, who (ſauing your reuerence) is the Diuell himſelfe. Certainly the Iew is the very diuell incarnall, and in my conſcience, my conſcience is but a kinde of hard conſcience, to offer to counſell me to ſtay with the Iew. The fiende giues the more friendly counſaile, I will run fiend, my heeles are at your command, I will run. Maſter yong man, you I pray you, which is the way to Maſter Iewes? O heauens, this is my true begotten Father, who being more then ſand blind, high grauell blinde, knowes me not, I will try concluſions with him. Maſter yong Gentleman, I pray you which is the way to maſter Iewes? Turne vp on your right hand at the next turning, but at the next turning of all on your left; marry at the verie nexte turning turne of no hand, but turne downe indirectly vnto the Iewes houſe. Be Gods ſonties twill bee a hard way to hit, can you tell me whither one Lancelet that dwels with him, dwell with him, or no? Talke you of young maſter Lancelet? Marke mee now, now will I raiſe the waters: Talke you of yong M. Lancelet? No maſter ſir, but a poore mans ſonne. His Father (though I ſay it) Is an honeſt exceeding poore man, And God be thanked, well to liue. Well, let his Father be what a will, we talk of yong Maſter Launcelet. Your worſhips friend, and Lancelet ſir.