The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 7 of 42
Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.72 · 508 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
I, I, three thousand ducats And for three months. I had forgot, three months, you told me so. Well then, your bond: and let me see, but hear you, Methoughts you said, you neither lend nor borrow Upon advantage. I do never use it. When Iacob grazed his Uncle Laban's sheep, This Iacob from our holy Abram was (As his wife mother wrought in his behalf) The third possesser; I, he was the third. And what of him, did he take interest? No, not take interest, not as you would say Directly interest, mark what Iacob did, When Laban and himself were compremyzed That all the canelings which were streaked and pied Should fall as Iacobs hire, the Ewes being rank, In end of Autumn turned to the Rams, And when the work of generation was Between these woolly breeders in the act, The skilful shepherd piled me certain wands, And in the doing of the deed of kind, He stuck them up before the fulsome Ewes, Who than conceiving, did in eaning time Fall particoloured lambs, and those were Iacobs. This was a way to thrive, and he was blessed: And thrift is blessing if men steal it not. This was a venture sir that Iacob served for, A thing not in his power to bring to pass, But swayed and fashioned by the hand of heaven. Was this inserted to make interest good? Or is your gold and silver Ewes and Rams? I cannot tell, I make it breed as fast, But note me signior. Mark you this Bassanio, The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose, An evil soul producing holy witness, Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O what a goodly outside falsehood hath. Three thousand ducats, 'tis a good round sum. Three months from twelve, then let me see the rate. Well Shylocke, shall we be beholding to you? Signior Anthonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me About my moneys and my usances: Still have I borne it with a patiented shrug, (For sufferance is the badge of all our Tribe.) You call me misbeleever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help: Go to then, you come to me, and you say, Shylocke, we would have moneys, you say so: You that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold, moneys is your suit. What should I say to you? Should I not say, Hath a dog money? Is it possible A cur should lend three thousand ducats? or Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key With bated breath, and whispering humbleness, Say this: Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last; You spurned me such a day; another time You called me dog: and for these courtesies I'll lend you thus much moneys.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 257–322 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 7 of 42 in this edition
Length
508 words · 696 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.722 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T9 · seed 44: T10 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I, I, three thouſand ducats And for three months. I had forgot, three months, you told me ſo. Well then, your bond: and let me ſee, but heare you, Me thoughts you ſaid, you neither lend nor borrow Vpon aduantage. I doe neuer vſe it. When Iacob graz'd his Vncle Labans ſheepe, This Iacob from our holy Abram was (As his wife mother wrought in his behalfe) The third poſſeſſer; I, he was the third. And what of him, did he take interreſt? No, not take intereſt, not as you would ſay Directly intereſt, marke what Iacob did, When Laban and himſelfe were compremyz'd That all the canelings which were ſtreakt and pied Should fall as Iacobs hier, the Ewes being rancke, In end of Autumne turned to the Rammes, And when the worke of generation was Betweene theſe woolly breeders in the act, The skilfull ſhepheard pil'd me certaine wands, And in the dooing of the deede of kinde, He ſtucke them vp before the fulſome Ewes, Who then conceauing, did in eaning time Fall party-colour'd lambs, and thoſe were Iacobs. This was a way to thriue, and he was bleſt: And thrift is bleſſing if men ſteale it not. This was a venture ſir that Iacob ſeru'd for, A thing not in his power to bring to paſſe, But ſway'd and faſhion'd by the hand of heauen. Was this inſerted to make interreſt good? Or is your gold and ſiluer Ewes and Rams? I cannot tell, I make it breede as faſt, But note me ſignior. Marke you this Baſſanio, The diuell can cite Scripture for his purpoſe, An euill ſoule producing holy witneſſe, Is like a villaine with a ſmiling cheeke, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O what a goodly outſide falſehood hath. Three thouſand ducats, 'tis a good round ſum. Three months from twelue, then let me ſee the rate. Well Shylocke, ſhall we be beholding to you? Signior Anthonio, many a time and oft In the Ryalto you haue rated me About my monies and my vſances: Still haue I borne it with a patient ſhrug, (For ſuffrance is the badge of all our Tribe.) You call me misbeleeuer, cut-throate dog, And ſpet vpon my Iewiſh gaberdine, And all for vſe of that which is mine owne. Well then, it now appeares you neede my helpe: Goe to then, you come to me, and you ſay, Shylocke, we would haue moneyes, you ſay ſo: You that did voide your rume vpon my beard, And foote me as you ſpurne a ſtranger curre Ouer your threſhold, moneyes is your ſuite. What ſhould I ſay to you? Should I not ſay, Hath a dog money? Is it poſſible A curre ſhould lend three thouſand ducats? or Shall I bend low, and in a bond-mans key With bated breath, and whiſpring humbleneſſe, Say this: Faire ſir, you ſpet on me on Wedneſday laſt; You ſpurn'd me ſuch a day; another time You cald me dog: and for theſe curteſies Ile lend you thus much moneyes.