The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 33 of 43
Shakespeare, William · published 1619 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.75 · 485 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Not on thy soul: but on thy soul harsh Jew Thou makest thy knife keen: but no metal can, No, not the hangman's axe bear halfe the keenenesse Of thy sharp envy: can no prayers pierce thee? No, none that thou hast wit enough to make. O be thou damned, inexecrable dog, And for thy life let justice be accused; Thou almost makest me waver in my faith, To hold opinion with Pythagoras, That souls of Animals infuse themselves Into the trunks of men: Thy currish spirit Governed a wolf, who hanged for human slaughter, Even from the gallows did his fell soul fleet, And whilst thou layest in thy unhallowed dam, Infused itself in thee: for thy desires Are wolvish, bloody, starved and ravenous. Till thou canst rail the seal from off my bond, Thou but offendest thy lungs to speak so loud: Repair thy wit, good youth, or it will fall To cureless ruin. I stand here for law. This letter from Bellario doth commend A young and learned Doctor to our Court: Where is he? He attendeth here hard by, To know your answer, whether you'll admit him. With all my heart; some three or four of you Go give him courteous conduct to this place, Mean time the Court shall hear Bellarios Letter. Your Grace shall understand, that at the receipt of your Letter I am very sick; but in the instant that your Messenger came, in loving visitation was with me a young Doctor of Rome, his name is Balthazer: I acquainted him with the cause in controversy between the Jew and Anthonio the Merchant; we turned over many books together, he is furnished with my opinion, which bettered with his own learning, the greatness whereof I cannot enough commend, comes with him at my importunity, to fill up your grace's request in my stead. I beseech you, let his lack of years be no impediment to let him lack a reverend estimation, for I never knew so young a body with so old a head: I leave him to your gracious acceptance, whose trial shall better publish his commendation. You hear the learned Bellario what he writes, And here I take it is the Doctor come. Give me your hand, come you from old Bellario? I did my Lord. You are welcome, take your place: Are you acquainted with the difference That holds this present question in the Court. I am informed thoroughly of the cause: Which is the Merchant here? and which the Jew? Anthonio and old Shylocke, both stand forth. Is your name Shylocke? Shylocke is my name. Of a strange nature is the suit you follow, Yet in such rule, that the Venetian law Cannot impunge you as you do proceed. You stand within his danger, do ye not? I so he says. Do you confess the bond? I do. Then must the Jew be merciful.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1601–1649 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 33 of 43 in this edition
Length
485 words · 629 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.747 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T3 · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Not on thy ſoule: but on thy ſoule harſh Iew Thou mak'ſt thy knife keene: but no mettall can, No, not the hangmans axe beare halfe the keeneneſſe Of thy ſharpe enuy: can no prayers pierce thee? No, none that thou haſt wit enough to make. O be thou damn'd, inexecrable dog, And for thy life let iuſtice be accuſde; Thou almoſt mak'ſt me wauer in my faith, To hold opinion with Pythagoras, That ſoules of Animals infuſe themſelues Into the trunks of men: Thy curriſh ſpirit Gouern'd a Wolfe, who hang'd for humane ſlaughter, Euen from the gallowes did his fell ſoule fleete, And whilſt thou layeſt in thy vnhallowed dam, Infuſde it ſelfe in thee: for thy deſires Are woluiſh, bloody, ſtaru'd and rauenous. Till thou canſt raile the ſeale from off my bond, Thou but offendſt thy lungs to ſpeake ſo loud: Repaire thy wit, good youth, or it will fall To cureleſſe ruine. I ſtand heere for law. This letter from Bellario doth commend A young and learned Doctor to our Court: Where is he? He attendeth heere hard by, To know your anſwere, whether you'l admit him. With all my heart; ſome three or foure of you Goe giue him courteous conduct to this place, Meane time the Court ſhall heare Bellarios Letter. Your Grace ſhall vnderſtand, that at the receite of your Letter I am very ſicke; but in the inſtant that your Meſſenger came, in louing viſitation was with me a young Doctor of Rome, his name is Balthazer: I acquainted him with the cauſe in controuerſie betweene the Iew and Anthonio the Merchant; we turned ore many Bookes together, hee is furniſhed with my opinion, which bettred with his owne learning, the greatneſſe whereof I cannot enough commend, comes with him at my importunity, to fill vp your Graces requeſt in my ſtead. I beſeech you, let his lacke of years be no impediment to let him lacke a reuerend eſtimation, for I neuer knew ſo young a body with ſo olde ahead: I leaue him to your gracious acceptance, whoſe triall ſhall better publiſh his commendation. You heare the learn'd Bellario what he writes, And heere I take it is the Doctor come. Giue me your hand, come you from old Bellario? I did my Lord. You are welcome, take your place: Are you acquainted with the difference That holds this preſent queſtion in the Court. I am enformed throughly of the cauſe: Which is the Merchant heere? and which the Iew? Anthonio and olde Shylocke, both ſtand foorth. Is your name Shylocke? Shylocke is my name. Of a ſtrange nature is the ſute you follow, Yet in ſuch rule, that the Venetian law Cannot impunge you as you do proceed. You ſtand within his danger, doe ye not? I ſo he ſayes. Do you confeſſe the bond? I do. Then muſt the Iew be mercifull.