The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 41 of 43
Shakespeare, William · published 1619 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.88 · 496 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
I thank you madam, give welcome to my friend, This is the man, this is Anthonio, To whom I am so infinitely bound. You should in all sense be much bound to him, For as I hear, he was much bound for you. No more than I am well acquitted of. Sir, you are very welcome to our house, It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy. By yonder moon I swear you do me wrong, Infaith I gave it to the judges clerk, Would he were gelt that had it for my part, Since you do take it (love) so much at heart. A quarrel ho already, what's the matter? About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring That she did give me, whose poesy was For all the world like cutler's poetry Upon a knife, Love me, and leave me not. What talk you of the poesy or the value; You swore to me when I did give it you, That you would wear it till your hour of death, And that it should lie with you in your grave, Though not for me, yet for your vehement oaths, You should have been respective, and have kept it. Gave it a judges clerk; no God's my judge, The clerk will near wear hair on's face that had it. He will, and if he live to be a man. I, if a woman live to be a man. Now by this hand I gave it to a youth, A kind of boy, a little scrubbed boy, No higher than thyself, the judges clerk, A prating boy that begged it as a fee, I could not for my heart deny it him. You were too blame, I must be plain with you, To part so slightly with your wives first gift, A thing stuck on with oaths upon your finger, And so riveted with faith unto your flesh. I gave my love a ring, and made him swear Never to part with it, and here he stands; I dare be sworn for him he would not leave it, Nor pluck it from his finger, for the wealth That the world masters. Now in faith Gratiano, You give your wife too unkind a cause of grief, And 'ttwere to me I should be mad at it. Why I were best to cut my left hand off, And swear I lost the Ring defending it. My Lord Bassanio gave his ring away Unto the judge that begged it, and indeed Deserved it to: and then the boy his clerk That took some pains in writing, he begged mine, And neither man nor master would take aught But the two rings. What ring gave you my Lord? Not that I hope which you received of me. If I could add a lie unto a fault, I would deny it: but you see my finger Hath not the ring upon it, it is gone.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2094–2150 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 41 of 43 in this edition
Length
496 words · 603 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.879 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T33 · seed 44: T32 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I thanke you Madame, giue welcome to my friend, This is the man, this is Anthonio, To whom I am ſo infinitely bound. You ſhould in all ſence be much bound to him, For as I heare, he was much bound for you. No more then I am well acquitted of. Sir, you are very welcome to our houſe, It muſt appeare in other wayes then words, Therefore I ſcant this breathing curteſie. By yonder Moone I ſweare you do me wrong, Infaith I gaue it to the Iudges Clarke, Would he were gelt that had it for my part, Since you do take it (Loue) ſo much at hart. A quarrell hoe already, what's the matter? About a hoope of gold, a paltry ring That ſhe did giue me, whoſe poeſie was For all the world like Cutlers poetry Vpon a knife, Loue me, and leaue me not. What talke you of the poeſie or the value; You ſwore to me when I did giue it you, That you would weare it till your houre of death, And that it ſhould lye with you in your graue, Though not for me, yet for your vehement oathes, You ſhould haue beene reſpectiue, and haue kept it. Gaue it a Iudges Clarke; no God's my Iudge, The Clarke will nere weare haire on's face that had it. He will, and if he liue to be a man. I, if a woman liue to be a man. Now by this hand I gaue it to a youth, A kinde of boy, a little ſcrubbed boy, No higher then thy ſelfe, the Iudges Clarke, A prating boy that begd it as a fee, I could not for my heart deny it him. You were too blame, I muſt be plaine with you, To part ſo ſlightly with your wiues firſt gift, A thing ſtucke on with oaths vpon your finger, And ſo riueted with faith vnto your fleſh. I gaue my Loue a ring, and made him ſweare Neuer to part with it, and heere he ſtands; I dare be ſworne for him he would not leaue it, Nor plucke it from his finger, for the wealth That the world maſters. Now in faith Gratiano, You giue your wife too vnkinde a cauſe of greefe, And twere to me I ſhould be mad at it. Why I were beſt to cut my left hand off, And ſweare I loſt the Ring defending it. My Lord Baſſanio gaue his ring away Vnto the Iudge that begd it, and indeed Deſeru'd it to: and then the boy his Clarke That tooke ſome paines in writing, he begd mine, And neither man nor maſter would take ought But the two rings. What ring gaue you my Lord? Not that I hope which you rceiu'd of me. If I could adde a lye vnto a fault, I would deny it: but you ſee my finger Hath not the ring vpon it, it is gone.