The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 10 of 42
Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 505 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Master youngman, you I pray you, which is the way to Master Jews? O heavens, this is my true begotten Father, who being more than sand-blind, high gravel blind, knows me not, I will try confusions with him. Master young Gentleman, I pray you which is the way to Master Jews. Turn upon your right hand at the next turning but at the next turning of all on your left; marry at the very next turning, turn of no hand, but turn down indirectly to the Iewes house. Be God's santies 'twill be a hard way to hit, can you tell me whether one Launcelet that dwells with him, dwell with him or no. Talk you of young Master Launcelet, mark me now, now will I raise the waters; talk you of young Master Launcelet? No Master sir, but a poor man's son, his Father though I say't is an honest exceeding poor man, and God be thanked well to live. Well, let his Father be what a will, we talk of young Master Launcelet. Your worship's friend and Launcelet. But I pray you ergo old man, ergo I beseech you, talk you of young Master Launcelet. Of Launcelet, an't please your mastership. Ergo Master Lancelet, talk not of master Lancelet Father, for the young gentleman according to fates and destinies, and such odd sayings, the sister's three, & such branches of learning, is indeed deceased, or as you would say in plain terms, gone to heaven. Marry God forbidden, the boy was the very staff of my age, my very prop. Do I look like a cudgel or a hovell-post, a staff or a prop: do you know me Father. Alack the day, I know you not young Gentleman, but I pray you tell me, is my boy God rest his soul alive or dead. Do you not know me Father. Alack sir I am sand blind, I know you not. Nay, indeed if you had your eyes you might fail of the knowing me: it is a wise Father that knows his own child. Well, old man, I will tell you news of your son, give me your blessing, truth will come to light, murder cannot be hid long, a man's son may, but in the end truth will out. Pray you sir stand up, I am sure you are not Lancelet my boy. Pray you let's have no more fooling about it, but give me your blessing: I am Lancelet your boy that was, your son that is, your child that shall be. I cannot think you are my son. I know not what I shall think of that: but I am Lancelet the Iewes man, and I am sure Margery your wife is my mother. Her name is Margery indeed, I'll be sworn if thou be Lancelet, thou art mine own flesh and blood: Lord worshipped might he be, what a beard hast thou got; thou hast got more hair on thy chin, than Dobbin my philhorse has on his tail.
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)
Maiſter yong-man, you I praie you, which is the waie to Maiſter Iewes? O heauens, this is my true begotten Father, who being more then ſand-blinde, high grauel blinde, knows me not, I will trie confuſions with him. Maiſter yong Gentleman, I praie you which is the waie to Maiſter Iewes. Turne vpon your right hand at the next turning but at the next turning of all on your left; marrie at the verie next turning, turne of no hand, but turn down indirectlie to the Iewes houſe. Be Gods ſonties 'twill be a hard waie to hit, can you tell me whether one Launcelet that dwels with him, dwell with him or no. Talke you of yong Maſter Launcelet, marke me now, now will I raiſe the waters; talke you of yong Maiſter Launcelet? No Maiſter ſir, but a poore mans ſonne, his Father though I ſay't is an honeſt exceeding poore man, and God be thanked well to liue. Well, let his Father be what a will, wee talke of yong Maiſter Launcelet. Your worſhips friend and Launcelet. But I praie you ergo old man, ergo I beſeech you, talke you of yong Maiſter Launcelet. Of Launcelet, ant pleaſe your maiſterſhip. Ergo Maiſter Lancelet, talke not of maiſter Lancelet Father, for the yong gentleman according to fates and deſtinies, and ſuch odde ſayings, the ſiſters three, & ſuch branches of learning, is indeede deceaſed, or as you would ſay in plaine tearmes, gone to heauen. Marrie God forbid, the boy was the verie ſtaffe of my age, my verie prop. Do I look like a cudgell or a houell-poſt, a ſtaffe or a prop: doe you know me Father. Alacke the day, I know you not yong Gentleman, but I praie you tell me, is my boy God reſt his ſoule aliue or dead. Doe you not know me Father. Alacke ſir I am ſand blinde, I know you not. Nay, indeede if you had your eies you might faile of the knowing me: it is a wiſe Father that knowes his owne childe. Well, old man, I will tell you newes of your ſon, giue me your bleſſing, truth will come to light, murder cannot be hid long, a mans ſonne may, but in the end truth will out. Praie you ſir ſtand vp, I am ſure you are not Lancelet my boy. Praie you let's haue no more fooling about it, but giue mee your bleſſing: I am Lancelet your boy that was, your ſonne that is, your childe that ſhall be. I cannot thinke you are my ſonne. I know not what I ſhall thinke of that: but I am Lancelet the Iewes man, and I am ſure Margerie your wife is my mother. Her name is Margerie indeede, Ile be ſworne if thou be Lancelet, thou art mine owne fleſh and blood: Lord worſhipt might he be, what a beard haſt thou got; thou haſt got more haire on thy chin, then Dobbin my philhorſe has on his taile.