The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 30 of 43
Shakespeare, William · published 1619 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 489 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Nay, you need not fear us Lorenzo, Launcelet and I are out; he tells me flatly, there's no mercy for me in heaven, because I am a Jews daughter: and he says you are no good member of the commonwealth, for in converting jews to Christians, you raise the price of pork. I shall answer that better to the commonwealth than you can the getting up of the negroes belly; the moor's with child by you Lancelet? It is much that the Moor should be more than reason: but if she be less than an honest woman, she is indeed more than I took her for. How every fool can play upon the word, I think the best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence, and discourse grow commendable in none only but parrots. Go in sirrah, bid them prepare for dinner? That is done sir, they have all stomachs. Goodly Lord what a wit-snapper are you: then bid them prepare dinner. That's done to sir, only cover is the word. Will you cover than sir? Not so sir neither, I know my duty. Yet more quarreling with occasion, wilt thou show the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant? I pray thee understand a plain man in his plain meaning: go to thy fellows, bid them cover the table, serve in the meat, and we will come in to dinner. For the table sir, it shall be served in, for the meat sir it shall be covered, for your coming in to dinner sir, why let it be as humours and conceits shall govern. O dear discretion, how his words are suited, The fool hath planted in his memory An army of good words, and I do know A many fools that stand in better place, Garnished like him, that for a tricksy word Defy the matter: how farest thou Jessica? And now good sweet say thy opinion, How dost thou like the Lord Bassanios wife? Past all expressing, it is very meet The Lord Bassanio live an upright life, For having such a blessing in his Lady. He finds the joys of heaven here on earth, And if on earth he do not mean it, then In reason he should never come to heaven. Why, if two Gods should play some heavenly match, And on the wager lay two earthly women, And Portia one: there must be something else Pawned with the other; for the poor rude world Hath not her fellow. Even such a husband hast thou of me, As she is for wife. Nay, but ask my opinion to of that. I will anon, first let us go to dinner. Nay, let me praise you while I have a stomach. No prithee, let it serve for table talk, Then howsoe'er thou speak'st 'mong other things, I shall digest it. Well, i'll set you forth. What, is Anthonio here? Ready, so please your Grace.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Nay, you neede not feare vs Lorenzo, Launcelet and I are out; he tels me flatly, there's no mercy for me in heauen, beecauſe I am a lewes daughter: and he ſayes you are no good mē ber of the Common-wealth, for in conuerting Iewes to Chriſtians, you raiſe the price of Porke. I ſhall anſwere that better to the Common-wealth than you can the getting vp of the Negros belly; the Moore's with childe by you Lancelet? It is much that the Moore ſhould be more then reaſon: but if ſhe be leſſe then an honeſt woman, ſhee is indeede more then I tooke her for. How euery foole can play vpon the word, I thinke the beſt grace of wit will ſhortly turne into ſilence, and diſcourſe grow commendable in none onely but Parrats. Go in ſirra, bid them prepare for dinner? That is done ſir, they haue all ſtomackes. Goodly Lord what a wit-ſnapper are you: then bid thē prepare dinner. That's done to ſir, onely couer is the word. Will you couer than ſir? Not ſo ſir neither, I know my duty. Yet more quarrelling with occaſion, wilt thou ſhewe the whole wealth of thy witte in an inſtant? I pray thee vnderſtand a plaine man in his plaine meaning: Goe to thy Fellowes, bid them couer the table, ſerue in the meate, and we will come in to dinner. For the table ſir, it ſhall be ſeru'd in, for the meate ſir it ſhall be couered, for your comming in to dinner ſir, why let it be as humors and conceits ſhall gouerne. O deere diſcretion, how his words are ſuted, The foole hath planted in his memory An army of good words, and I do know A many fooles that ſtand in better place, Garniſh'd like him, that for a trickfie word Defie the matter: how far'ſt thou Ieſſica? And now good ſweet ſay thy opinion, How doſt thou like the Lord Baſſanios wife? Paſt all expreſſing, it is very meete The Lord Baſſanio liue an vpright life, For hauing ſuch a bleſſing in his Lady. He findes the ioyes of heauen heere on earth, And if on earth he doe not meane it, then In reaſon he ſhould neuer come to heauen. Why, if two Gods ſhould play ſome heauenly match, And on the wager lay two earthly women, And Portia one: there muſt be ſomething elſe Pawn'd with the other; for the poore rude world Hath not her fellow. Euen ſuch a husband haſt thou of me, As ſhe if for wife. Nay, but aske my opinion to of that. I will anon, firſt let vs go to dinner. Nay, let me praiſe you while I haue a ſtomacke. No prethee, let it ſerue for table talke, Then howſoere thou ſpeakſt mong other things, I ſhall diſgeſt it. Well, ile ſet you forth. What, is Anthonio heere? Ready, ſo pleaſe your Grace.