The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 14 of 43
Shakespeare, William · published 1619 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat typicality 0.81 · 464 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
'tis vile, unless it may be quaintly ordered, And better in my mind not undertook. 'tis now but four a clock, we have two hours To furnish us; friend Lancelet, what's the news? If it please you to break up this, it shall seem to signify. I know the hand, in faith 'tis a fair hand, And whiter than the paper it writ on, Is the fair hand that writ. Loue news, in faith. By your leave sir. Whither goest thou? Marry sir, to bid my old Master the Jew to sup to night with my new Master the Christian. Hold here take this, tell gentle Jessica, I will not fail her, speak it privately. Go Gentlemen, will you prepare for this mask to night, I am provided of a torchbearer. I marry, i'll be gone about it strait. And so will I. Meet me and Gratiano at Gratianos' lodging, Some hour hence. 'tis good we do so. Was not that Letter from fair Jessica? I must needs tell thee all, she hath directed How I shall take her from her father's house, What gold and jewels she is furnished with, What Pages suit she hath in readiness, If ere the Jew her father come to heaven, It will be for his gentle daughter's sake, And never dare misfortune cross her foot, Unless she do it under this excuse, That she is issue to a faithless Jew: Come go with me, peruse this as thou goest, Fair Jessica shall be my torchbearer. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy judge, The difference of old Shylocke and Bassanio; What Jessica, thou shalt not gormandize As thou hast done with me: what Jessica? And sleep, and snore, and rend apparel out. Why Jessica I say. Why Jessica. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call. Your worship was wont to tell me, that I could do nothing without bidding. Call you? what is your will? I am bid forth to supper Jessica, There are my keys; but wherefore should I go? I am not bid for love, they flatter me, But yet i'll go in hate, to feed upon The prodigal Christian. Jessica my girl, Look to my house. I am right loath to go, There is some ill a brewing towards my rest, For I did dream of money bags to night. I beseech you sir go, My young Master doth expect your reproach. So do I his. And they have conspired together, I will not say you shall see a mask; but if you do, than it was not for nothing that my nose fell a bleeding on black monday last, at six a clock in the morning, falling out that year on Ashwensday was four year in th' afternoon.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 544–598 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 43 in this edition
Length
464 words · 603 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T33 — Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiationscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.811 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T6 · seed 44: T7 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Tis vile, vnleſſe it may be quaintly ordered, And better in my minde not vndertooke. Tis now but foure a clocke, we haue two houres To furniſh vs; friend Lancelet, what's the newes? If it pleaſe you to breake vp this, it ſhall ſeeme to ſignifie, I know the hand, in faith tis a faire hand, And whiter then the paper it writ on, Is the faire hand that writ. Loue newes, in faith. By your leaue ſir. Whither goeſt thou? Marry ſir, to bid my olde Maſter the Iew to ſup to night with my new Maſter the Chriſtian. Hold here take this, tell gentle Ieſſica, I will not fayle her, ſpeake it priuately. Goe Gentlemen, will you prepare for this maske to night, I am prouided of a Torch-bearer. I marry, ile be gone about it ſtraight. And ſo will I. Meete me and Gratiano at Gratianos lodging, Some houre hence. Tis good we do ſo. Was not that Letter from faire Ieſſica? I muſt needs tell thee all, ſhe hath directed How I ſhall take her from her Fathers houſe, What gold and iewels ſhe is furniſht with, What Pages ſute ſhe hath in readineſſe, If ere the Iew her father come to heauen, It will be for his gentle daughters ſake, And neuer dare misfortune croſſe her foote, Vnleſſe ſhe do it vnder this excuſe, That ſhe is iſſue to a faithleſſe Iew: Come goe with me, peruſe this as thou goeſt, Faire Ieſſica ſhall be my Torch-bearer. Well, thou ſhalt ſee, thy eyes ſhall be thy iudge, The diffrence of old Shylocke and Baſſanio; What Ieſſica, thou ſhalt not gourmandize As thou haſt done with me: what Ieſſica? And ſleepe, and ſnore, and rend apparrell out. Why Ieſſica I ſay. Why Ieſſica. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call. Your worſhip was wont to tell me, that I could do nothing without bidding. Call you? what is your will? I am bid forth to ſupper Ieſſica, There are my keyes; but wherefore ſhould I go? I am not bid for loue, they flatter me, But yet ile go in hate, to feede vpon The prodigall Chriſtian. Ieſſica my gyrle, Looke to my houſe. I am right loth to go, There is ſome ill a bruing towards my reſt, For I did dreame of money bagges to night. I beſeech you ſir go, My yong Maſter doth expect your reproch. So do I his. And they haue conſpired together, I will not ſay you ſhall ſee a Maske; but if you doe, then it was not for nothing that my noſe fell a bleeding on black monday laſt, at ſix a clock in the morning, falling out that yeare on Aſhwenſday was four yeare in th' afternoone.