Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 42 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 · 506 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.

Even so void is your false heart of truth. By heaven I will near come in your bed, Until I see the ring. Nor I in yours, Till I again see mine. Sweet Portia, If you did know to whom I gave the Ring, If you did know for whom I gave the Ring, And would conceive for what I gave the Ring, And how unwillingly I left the Ring, When nought would be accepted but the Ring, You would abate the strength of your displeasure. If you had known the virtue of the Ring, Of half her worthiness that gave the Ring, Or your own honour to contain the Ring, You would not then have parted with the Ring. What man is there so much unreasonable, If you had pleased to have defended it With any terms of zeal, wanted the modesty To urge the thing held as a ceremony? Nerrissa teaches me what to believe, I'll die for't, but some woman had the Ring. No by my honour Madam, by my soul No woman had it, but a civil Doctor, Which did refuse three thousand ducats of me, And begged the Ring, the which I did deny him, And suffered him to go away displeased, Even he that did uphold the very life Of my dear friend. What should I say sweet Lady? I was enforced to send it after him: I was beset with shame and courtesy, My honour would not let ingratitude So much besmear it. Pardon me good Lady, For by these blessed Candles of the night, Had you been there, I think you would have begged The Ring of me, to give the worthy Doctor. Let not that Doctor ere come near my house, Since he hath got the jewel that I loved, And that which you did swear to keep for me, I will become as liberal as you, I'll not deny him any thing I have, No, not my body, nor my husband's bed: Know him I shall, I am well sure of it. Lie not a night from home: watch me like Argos, If you do not, if I be left alone, Now by mine honour, which is yet mine own, I'll have that Doctor for my bedfellow. And I his clerk: therefore be well advisd How you do leave me to mine own protection. Well do you so: let not me take him then, For if I do, I'll mar the young clerks pen. I am th'unhappy subject of these quarrels. Sir, grieve not you, you are welcome notwithstanding. Portia, forgive me this enforced wrong, And in the hearing of these many friends I swear to thee, even by thine own fair eyes, Wherein I see myself. Mark you but that. In both my eyes he doubly sees himself: In each eye one, swear by your double self, And there's an oath of credit. Nay, but hear me, Pardon this fault, and by my soul I swear, I never more will break an oath with thee.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 2151–2214 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 42 of 43 in this edition
Length506 words · 627 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T32 — Rings and jewels as tokens cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.883 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seedsseed 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)
Euen ſo void is your falſe heart of truth. By heauen I will nere come in your bed, Vntill I ſee the ring. Nor I in yours, Till I againe ſee mine. Sweet Portia, If you did know to whome I gaue the Ring, If you did know for whom I gaue the Ring, And would conceiue for what I gaue the Ring, And how vnwillingly I left the Ring, When nought would be accepted but the Ring, You would abate the ſtrength of your diſpleaſure. If you had knowne the vertue of the Ring, Of halfe her worthineſſe that gaue the Ring, Or your owne honor to containe the Ring, You would not then haue parted with the Ring. What man is there ſo much vnreaſonable, If you had pleaſd to haue defended it With any termes of zeale, wanted the modeſty To vrge the thing held as a ceremony? Nerriſſa teaches me what to beleeue, Ile die for't, but ſome woman had the Ring. No by my honor Madam, by my ſoule No woman had it, but a ciuill Doctor, Which did refuſe three thouſand Ducates of me, And begd the Ring, the which I did deny him, And ſuffer'd him to go away diſpleaſd, Euen he that did vphold the very life Of my deere friend. What ſhould I ſay ſweet Lady? I was enforc'd to ſend it after him: I was beſet with ſhame and courteſie, My honour would not let ingratitude So much beſmeare it. Pardon me good Lady, For by theſe bleſſed Candles of the night, Had you bene there, I thinke you would haue begd The Ring of me, to giue the worthy Doctor. Let not that Doctor ere come neere my houſe, Since he hath got the iewell that I loued, And that which you did ſweare to keepe for me, I will become as liberall as you, Ile not deny him any thing I haue, No, not my bodie, nor my husbands bed: Know him I ſhall, I am well ſure of it. Lye not a night from home: watch me like Argos, If you do not, if I be left alone, Now by mine honor, which is yet mine owne, Ile haue that Doctor for my bed-fellow. And I his Clarke: therefore be well aduiſd How you do leaue me to mine owne protection. Well do you ſo: let not me take him then, For if I do, Ile marre the yong Clarkes pen. I am th'vnhappy ſubiect of theſe quarrels. Sir, greeue not you, you are welcome notwithſtanding. Portia, forgiue me this enforced wrong, And in the hearing of theſe many friends I ſweare to thee, euen by thine owne faire eyes, Wherein I ſee my ſelfe. Marke you but that. In both my eyes he doubly ſees himſelfe: In each eye one, ſweare by your double ſelfe, And there's an oath of credite. Nay, but heare me, Pardon this fault, and by my ſoule I ſweare, I neuer more will breake an oath with thee.