The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 15 of 43
Shakespeare, William · published 1619 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 479 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
What, are there masks? Hear me Jessica: Lock up my doors, and when you hear the drum, And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked Fife, Clamber not you up to the Casements then, Nor thrust your head into the public street, To gaze on Christian fools with varnished faces: But stop my houses ears, I mean my Casements, Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter My sober house. By Jacobs' staff I swear, I have no mind of feasting forth to night: But I will go. Go you before me sirrah, Say I will come. I will go before sir. Mistress look out at a window for all this, There will come a Christian by, Will be worth a Jews eye. What says that fool of Hagars' offspring? ha. His words were, Farewell mistress, nothing else. The patch is kind enough, but a huge feeder, Snaile-slow in profit, and he sleeps by day More than the wild Cat: Drones hive not with me, Therefore I part with him, and part with him To one, that I would have him help to waste His borrowed purse. Well Jessica go in, Perhaps I will return immediately, Do as I bid you, shut doors after you, Fast bind, fast find, A proverb never stolen in thrifty mind. Farewell, and if my fortune be not crossed, I have a Father, you a daughter lost. This is the penthouse under which Lorenzo desired us to make stand. His hour is almost past. And it is marvel he out-dwels his hour, For lovers ever run before the clock. O ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly To seal loves bonds new made, than they are wont To keep obliged faith unforfaited. That ever holds: who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down? Where is the horse that doth untreade again His tedious measures, with the unbated fire That he did place them first? All things that are, Are with more spirit chased then enjoyed. How like a younger or a prodigal, The skarfed bark puts from her native bay, Hugged and embraced by the strumpet wind, How like the prodigal doth she return With over-wetherd ribs and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and beggared by the strumpet wind? Here comes Lorenzo, more of this hereafter. Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode Not I, but my affairs have made you wait: When you shall please to play the thieves for wives I'll watch as long for you then: approach, Here dwells my father jew. Ho, whose within? Who are you? tell me for more certainty, Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue. Lorenzo and thy love. Lorenzo certain, and my love indeed, For who love I so much? and now who knows But you Lorenzo, whether I am yours? Heaven & thy thoughts are witness that thou art
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What, are there maskes? Heare me Ieſſica: Locke vp my doores, and when you heare the drumme, And the vile ſqueaking of the wry-neckt Fife, Clamber not you vp to the Caſements then, Nor thruſt your head into the publike ſtreete, To gaze on Chriſtian fooles with varniſht faces: But ſtop my houſes eares, I meane my Caſements, Let not the ſound of ſhallow foppery enter My ſober houſe. By Iacobs ſtaffe I ſweare, I haue no minde of feaſting forth to night: But I will go. Go you before me ſirra, Say I will come. I will go before ſir. Miſtreſſe looke out at a window for all this, There will come a Chriſtian by, Will be worth a Iewes eye. What ſayes that foole of Hagars off-ſpring? ha. His words were, Farewell miſtris, nothing elſe. The patch is kinde enough, but a huge feeder, Snaile-ſlow in profit, and he ſleepes by day More then the wilde Cat: Drones hiue not with me, Therefore I part with him, and part with him To one, that I would haue him helpe to waſte His borrowed purſe. Well Ieſſica goe in, Perhaps I will returne immediately, Do as I bid you, ſhut doores after you, Faſt binde, faſt finde, A Prouerbe neuer ſtale in thrifty minde. Farewell, and if my fortune be not croſt, I haue a Father, you a daughter loſt. This is the pent-houſe vnder which Lorenzo deſir'd vs to make ſtand. His houre is almoſt paſt. And it is meruaile he out-dwels his houre, For louers euer run before the clocke. O ten times faſter Venus pigeons flye To ſeale loues bonds new made, then they are wont To keepe obliged faith vnforfaited. That euer holds: who riſeth from a feaſt With that keene appetite that he ſits downe? Where is the horſe that doth vntreade againe His tedious meaſures, with the vnbated fire That he did pace them firſt? All things that are, Are with more ſpirit chaſed then enioy'd. How like a younger or a prodigall, The skarfed Barke puts from her natiue bay, Hugd and embraced by the ſtrumpet winde, How like the prodigall doth ſhe returne With ouer-wetherd ribs and ragged ſayles, Leane, rent, and beggerd by the ſtrumpet wind? Here comes Lorenzo, more of this hereafter. Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode Not I, but my affaires haue made you waite: When you ſhal pleaſe to play the theeues for wiues Ile watch as long for you then: approch, Here dwels my father Iew. Ho, whoſe within? Who are you? tell me for more certainty, Albeit Ile ſweare that I do know your tongue. Lorenzo and thy loue. Lorenzo certaine, and my loue indeed, For who loue I ſo much? and now who knowes But you Lorenzo, whether I am yours? Heauen & thy thoghts are witnes that thou art