The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 12 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 · 483 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.
Father in, I cannot get a service, no, I have ne'er a tongue in my head, well: if any man in Italy have a fairer table which doth offer to swear upon a book, I shall have good fortune; go too, here's a simple line of life, here's a small trifle of wives, alas, fifteen wives is nothing, a leaven widows and nine maids is a simple coming in for one man, and then to scape drowning thrice, and to be in peril of my life with the edge of a featherbed, here are simple 'scapes: well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear: Father come, I'll take my leave of the Iew in the twinkling. I pray thee good Leonardo think on this, These things being bought and orderly bestowed Return in haste, for I do feast to night My best esteemed acquaintance, hie thee go. My best endeavours shall be done herein. Where's your Master. Yonder sir he walks. Signior Bassanio. Gratiano. I have a suit to you. You have obtained it. You must not deny me, I must go with you to Belmont. Why then you must: but hear thee Gratiano, Thou art to wild, to rude, and bold of voice, Parts that become thee happily enough, And in such eyes as ours appear not faults; But where they are not known, why there they show Something too liberal, pray thee take pain To allay with some cold drops of modesty Thy skipping spirit, lest through thy wild behaviour I be misconsterd in the place I go to, And lose my hopes. Signior Bassanio, hear me, If I do not put on a sober habit, Talk with respect, and swear but now and than, Wear prayer books in my pocket, look demurely, Nay more, while grace is saying hood mine eyes Thus with my hat, and sigh and say Amen: Use all the observance of civility Like one well studied in a sad ostent To please his Grandam, never trust me more. Well, we shall see your bearing. Nay but I bar to night, you shall not gauge me By what we do to night. No that were pity, I would entreat you rather to put on Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends That purpose merriment: but far you well, I have some business. And I must to Lorenzo and the rest, But we will visit you at supper time. I am sorry thou wilt leave my Father so, Our house is hell, and thou a merry devil Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness; But far thee well, there is a ducat for thee, And Lancelet, soon at supper shalt thou see Lorenzo, who is thy new Master's guest, Give him this Letter, do it secretly, And so farewell: I would not have my Father See me talk with thee.
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)
Father in, I cannot get a ſeruice, no, I haue nere a tongue in my head, well: if anie man in Italie haue a fairer table which doth offer to ſweare vpon a booke, I ſhall haue good fortune; goe too, here's a ſimple line of life, here's a ſmall trifle of wiues, alas, fifteene wiues is nothing, a leuen widdowes and nine maides is a ſimple comming in for one man, and then to ſcape drowning thrice, and to be in perill of my life with the edge of a featherbed, here are ſimple ſcapes: well, if Fortune be a woman, ſhe's a good wench for this gere: Father come, Ile take my leaue of the Iew in the twinkling. I praie thee good Leonardo thinke on this, Theſe things being bought and orderly beſtowed Returne in haſte, for I doe feaſt to night My beſt eſteemd acquaintance, hie thee goe. My beſt endeuors ſhall be done herein. Where's your Maiſter. Yonder ſir he walkes. Signior Baſſanio. Gratiano. I haue a ſute to you. You haue obtain'd it. You muſt not denie me, I muſt goe with you to Belmont. Why then you muſt: but heare thee Gratiano, Thou art to wilde, to rude, and bold of voyce, Parts that become thee happily enough, And in ſuch eyes as ours appeare not faults; But where they are not knowne, why there they ſhow Something too liberall, pray thee take paine To allay with ſome cold drops of modeſtie Thy skipping ſpirit, leaſt through thy wilde behauiour I be miſconſterd in the place I goe to, And looſe my hopes. Signor Baſſanio, heare me, If I doe not put on a ſober habite, Talke with reſpect, and ſweare but now and than, Weare prayer bookes in my pocket, looke demurely, Nay more, while grace is ſaying hood mine eyes Thus with my hat, and ſigh and ſay Amen: Vſe all the obſeruance of ciuillitie Like one well ſtudied in a ſad oſtent To pleaſe his Grandam, neuer truſt me more. Well, we ſhall ſee your bearing. Nay but I barre to night, you ſhall not gage me By what we doe to night. No that were pittie, I would intreate you rather to put on Your boldeſt ſuite of mirth, for we haue friends That purpoſe merriment: but far you well, I haue ſome buſineſſe. And I muſt to Lorenſo and the reſt, But we will viſite you at ſupper time. I am ſorry thou wilt leaue my Father ſo, Our houſe is hell, and thou a merrie diuell Did'ſt rob it of ſome taſte of tediouſneſſe; But far thee well, there is a ducat for thee, And Lancelet, ſoone at ſupper ſhalt thou ſee Lorenzo, who is thy new Maiſters gueſt, Giue him this Letter, doe it ſecretly, And ſo farwell: I would not haue my Father See me talke with thee.