The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 13 of 43
Shakespeare, William · published 1619 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 452 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
My best endeavours shall be done herein. Where's your Master. Yonder sir he walks. signor Bassanio. Gratiano? I have a suit to you. You have obtained it. You must not deny me, I must go with you to Belmont. Why then you must. But hear thee Gratiano, Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice, Parts that become thee happily enough, And in such eyes as ours appear not faults, But where thou art not known. Why there they show Something too liberal: prithee take pain To allay with some cold drops of modesty Thy skipping spirit, lest through thy wild behaviour I be misconstred in the place I go to, And lose my hopes. signor Bassanio, hear me: If I do not put on a sober habit, Talk with respect, and swear but now and than; Wear prayer books in my pocket, look demurely, Nay more, while Grace is saying, hood mine eyes Thus with my hat, and sigh, and say Amen: Use all the observance of civility, Like one well studied in a sad ostent To please his Grandam, never trust me more. Well, we shall see your bearing. Nay but I bar to night, you shall not gauge me By what we do to night. No that were pity, I would entreat you rather to put on Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends That purpose merriment: but fareyewell, I have some business. And I must to Lorenzo and the rest, But we will visit you at supper time. I am sorry thou wilt leave my Father so, Our house is hell, and thou a merry devil Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness, But far thee well, there is a ducat for thee, And Lancelet, soon at supper shalt thou see Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest, Give him this Letter, do it secretly, And so farewell: I would not have my Father See me in talk with thee. Adieu, tears exhibit my tongue, most beautiful Pagan, most sweet Jew, if a Christian do not play the knave and get thee, I am much deceived; but adieu, these foolish drops do something drown my manly spirit: adieu. Farewell good Lancelet. Alack, what heinous sin is it in me, To be ashamed to be my father's child, But though I am a daughter to his blood, I am not to his manners: O Lorenzo, If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife, Become a Christian, and thy loving wife. Nay, we will slink away in supper time, Disguise us at my lodging and return all in an hour. We have not made good preparation. We have not spoke us yet of torchbearers,
seed 43: T48 · seed 44: T49 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
My beſt endeuors ſhall be done heerein. Where's your Maſter. Yonder ſir he walkes. Signior Baſſanio. Gratiano? I haue a ſute to you. You haue obtain'd it. You muſt not deny me, I muſt go with you to Belmont. Why then you muſt. But heare thee Gratiano, Thou art too wilde, too rude, and bold of voice, Parts that become thee happily enough, And in ſuch eies as ours appeare not faults, But where thou art not knowne. Why there they ſhew Something too lib'rall: prethee take paine To allay with ſome cold drops of modeſtie Thy skipping ſpirit, leſt through thy wilde behauiour I be miſconſtred in the place I go to, And loſe my hopes. Signior Baſſanio, heare me: If I do not put on a ſober habite, Talke with reſpect, and ſweare but now and than; Weare prayer bookes in my pocket, looke demurely, Nay more, while Grace is ſaying, hood mine eies Thus with my hat, and ſigh, and ſay Amen: Vſe all the obſeruance of ciuility, Like one well ſtudied in a ſad oſtent To pleaſe his Grandam, neuer truſt me more. Well, we ſhall ſee your bearing. Nay but I barre to night, you ſhall not gage me By what we do to night. No that were pitty, I would entreate you rather to put on Your boldeſt ſute of mirth, for we haue friends That purpoſe merriment: but faryewell, I haue ſome buſineſſe. And I muſt to Lorenzo and the reſt, But we will viſite you at ſupper time. I am ſorry thou wilt leaue my Father ſo, Our houſe is hell, and thou a merry diuell Didſt rob it of ſome taſte of tediouſneſſe, But fare thee well, there is a ducat for thee, And Lancelet, ſoone at ſupper ſhalt thou ſee Lorenzo, who is thy new Maſters gueſt, Giue him this Letter, do it ſecretly, And ſo farwell: I would not haue my Father See me in talke with thee. Adew, teares exhibite my tongue, moſt beautifull Pagan, moſt ſweete Iew, if a Chriſtian doe not play the knaue and get thee, I am much deceiued; but adew, theſe fooliſh drops do ſomething drowne my manly ſpirit: adieu. Farwell good Lancelet. Alacke, what heynous ſinne is it in me, To be aſham'd to be my fathers childe, But though I am a daughter to his blood, I am not to his manners: O Lorenzo, If thou keepe promiſe, I ſhall end this ſtrife, Become a Chriſtian, and thy louing wife. Nay, we will ſlinke away in ſupper time, Diſguiſe vs at my lodging and returne all in an houre. We haue not made good preparation. We haue not ſpoke vs yet of Torch-bearers,