Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 21 of 43

Shakespeare, William · published 1619 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 483 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.

Why I am sure if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his flesh, what's that good for? To bait fish withal; if it will feed nothing else it will feed my revenge: he hath disgraced me, and hindered me halfe a million, laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies, and what's his reason, I am a Iewe. Hath nos a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands? organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food? hurt with the same weapons? Subject to the same diseases? healed by the same means? warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility, revenge? If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example, why revenge? The villainy you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction. Gentlemen, my master Anthonio is at his house, and desires to speak with you both. We have been up and down to seek him. Here comes another of the Tribe, a third cannot be matched, unless the devil himself turn jew. How now Tubal, what news from Genowa? hast thou found my daughter? I often came where I did hear of her, but cannot find her. Why there, there, there, there, a Diamond gone cost me two thousand ducats in Frankford. The curse never fell upon our Nation till now, I never felt it till now: two thousand ducats in that, and other precious precious jewels. I would my daughter were dead at my foot, and the jewels in her ear: O would she were hearst at my foot, and the ducats in her coffin. No news of them, why so: and I know not what's spent in the search: why thou loss upon loss, the thief gone with so much, and so much to find the thief, and no satisfaction, no revenge, nor no ill luck stirring but what lights on my shoulders, no sighs but of my breathing, no tears but of my shedding. Yes, other men have ill luck too, Anthonio as I heard in Genua. What, what, what ill luck, ill luck? Hath an argosy cast away coming from Tripoli. I thank God, I thank God, be't true? be't true? I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped the wrack. I thank the good Tubal, good news, good news: ha ha, here in Genua. Your daughter spent in Genua, as I heard, in one night, fourscore ducats.
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PlayThe Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice)
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1619
First performance / composition (Annals)1596 [1596-1598]
First performance (BritDrama)1596 [1596-1598]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 392 · TCP A11981 · DEEP 302
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 955–969 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 43 in this edition
Length483 words · 637 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T1 — Death, grief and revenge at 0.739
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why I am ſure if he forfet, thou wilt not take his fleſh, what's that good for? To baite fiſh withall; if it will feede nothing els it will feed my reuenge: he hath diſgrac'd me, and hindred me halfe a million, laught at my loſſes, mockt at my gaines, ſcorned my nation, thwarted my bargaines, cooled my friendes, heated mine enemies, and what's his reaſon, I am a Iewe. Hath nos a Iewe eyes? hath not a Iew hands? organs, dimenſions, ſenſes, affections, paſſions? fed with the ſame food? hurt with the ſame weapons? ſubiect to the ſame diſeaſes? healed by the ſame meanes? warmed and cooled by the ſame winter and ſummer, as a Chriſtian is? If you pricke vs, do we not bleede? If you tickle vs, do we not laugh? If you poyſon vs, do wee not dye? And if you wrong vs, ſhall we not reuenge? If wee are like you in the reſt, we will reſemble you in that. If a Iew wrong a Chriſtian, what is his humility, Reuenge? If a Chriſtian wrong a Iewe, what ſhould his ſufferance be by Chriſtian example, why Reuenge? The villany you teach me I will execute, and it ſhall goe hard, but I will better the inſtruction. Gentlemen, my maſter Anthonio is at his houſe, and deſires to ſpeake with you both. We haue bene vp and downe to ſeeke him. Here comes another of the Tribe, a third cannot bee matcht, vnleſſe the diuell himſelfe turne Iew. How now Tuball, what newes from Genowa? haſt thou found my daughter? I often came where I did heare of her, but cannot finde her. Why there, there, there, there, a Diamond gone coſt me two thouſand ducats in Frankford. The curſe neuer fell vpon our Nation till now, I neuer felt it till now: two thouſande ducats in that, and other precious precious iewels. I would my daughter were dead at my foote, and the iewels in her eare: O would ſhee were hearſt at my foote, and the ducats in her coffin. No newes of them, why ſo: and I know not whats ſpent in the ſearch: why thou loſſe vpon loſſe, the theefe gone vvith ſo much, and ſo much to finde the Theefe, and no ſatisfaction, no reuenge, nor no ill lucke ſtirring but what lights on my ſhoulders, no ſighes but of my breathing, no teares but of my ſhedding. Yes, other men haue ill luck too, Anthonio as I heard in Genoway. What, what, what ill lucke, ill lucke? Hath an Argoſie caſt away comming from Tripolis. I thanke God, I thanke God, iſt true? iſt true? I ſpoke with ſome of the Saylers that eſcaped the wracke. I thanke the good Tuball, good newes, good newes: ha ha, heere in Genoway. Your daughter ſpent in Genoway, as I heard, in one night, foureſcore ducats.