The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 39 of 43
Shakespeare, William · published 1619 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 469 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
In such a night Did Thisbie fearfully ore-trip the dew, And saw the lions shadow ere himself, And ran dismayed away. In such a night. Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea banks, and waft her love To come again to Carthage. In such a night, Medea gathered the enchanted herbs That did renew old Fson. In such a night Did Jessica steal from the wealthy Jew, And with an unthrift love did run from Venice, As far as Belmont. In such a night Did young Lorenzo swear he loved her well, Stealing her soul with many vows of faith, And near a true one. In such a night Did pretty Jessica (like a little shrew) Slander her love, and he forgave it her. I would out-night you did nobody come: But hark, I hear the footing of a man. Who comes so fast in silence of the night? A friend. A friend, what friend, your name I pray you friend. Stephano is my name, and I bring word My mistress will before the break of day Be here at Belmont, she doth stray about By holy crosses where she kneels and prays For happy wedlocks hours. Who comes with her? None but a holy Hermit and her maid: I pray you is my Master yet returned? He is not, nor we have not heard from him, But go we in I pray thee Jessica, And ceremoniously let us prepare Some welcome for the mistress of the house. Sola, sola: woe ha, ho sola, sola. Who calls? Sola, did you see M. Lorenzo, M. Lorenzo, sola, sola. Leave hollowing man, here. Sola, where, where? Hear. Tell him there's a Post come from my Master, with his horn full of good news, my Master will be here ere morning, sweet soul. Let's in, and there expect their coming, And yet no matter; why should we go in? My friend Stephano, signify I pray you Within the house, your mistress is at hand, And bring your music forth into the air. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank, Hear will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears soft stillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony: Sat Jessica, look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patents of bright gold, There's not the smallest orb which thou beholdest, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young eide Cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls, But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close in it, we cannot hear it. Come ho, and wake Diana with him a hymn, With sweetest touches pierce your mistress ear, And draw her home with music. I am never merry, when I hear sweet music.
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)
In ſuch a night Did Thisbie fearefully ore-trip the dew▪ And ſaw the Lyons ſhadow ere himſelfe, And ranne diſmayed away. In ſuch a night. Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Vpon the wilde ſea banks, and waft her Loue To come againe to Carthage. In ſuch a night, Medea gathered the inchanted hearbs That did renew old Fſon. In ſuch a night Did Ieſſica ſteale from the wealthy Iew, And with an vnthrift loue did runne from Venice, As farre as Belmont. In ſuch a night Did young Lorenzo ſweare he loued her well, Stealing her ſoule with many vowes of faith, And nere a true one. In ſuch a night Did pretty Ieſſica (like a little ſhrew) Slander her Loue, and he forgaue it her. I would out-night you did nobody come: But hearke, I heare the footing of a man. Who comes ſo faſt in ſilence of the night? A friend. A friend, what friend, your name I pray you friend. Stephano is my name, and I bring word My miſtris will before the breake of day Be heere at Belmont, ſhe doth ſtray about By holy croſſes where ſhe kneeles and prayes For happy wedlockes houres. Who comes with her? None but a holy Hermit and her maid: I pray you is my Maſter yet return'd? He is not, nor we haue not heard from him, But goe we in I pray thee Ieſſica, And ceremoniouſly let vs prepare Some welcome for the Miſtris of the houſe. Sola, ſola: wo ha, ho ſola, ſola. Who calles? Sola, did you ſee M. Lorenzo, M. Lorenzo, ſola, ſola. Leaue hollowing man, heere. Sola, where, where? Heere. Tell him there's a Poſt come from my Maſter, with his horne full of good newes, my Maſter will be heere ere morning, ſweete ſoule. Let's in, and there expect their comming, And yet no matter; why ſhould we go in? My friend Stephano, ſignifie I pray you▪ Within the houſe, your miſtris is at hand, And bring your muſicke foorth into the ayre. How ſweete the Moone-light ſleepes vpon this banke, Heere will we ſit, and let the ſounds of muſicke Creepe in our eares ſoft ſtilneſſe, and the night Become the tutches of ſweete harmony: Sit Ieſſica, looke how the floore of heauen Is thicke inlayed with pattents of bright gold, There's not the ſmalleſt orbe which thou beholdſt, But in his motion like an Angell ſings, Still quiring to the young eide Cherubins; Such harmony is in immortall ſoules, But whilſt this muddy veſture of decay Doth groſſely cloſe in it, we cannot heare it. Come hoe, and wake Diana with him a hymne, With ſweeteſt touches pierce your miſtris eare, And draw her home with Muſicke. I am neuer merry, when I heare ſweete Muſick.