The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 15 of 42
Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 494 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
here comes Lorenzo, more of this hereafter. Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode, Not I, but my affairs have made you wait: When you shall please to play the thieves for wives I'll watch as long for you then: approach Here dwells my father Iew. Hoa, who's within? Who are you? tell me for more certainty, Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue. Lorenzo, and thy Love.. Lorenzo certain, and my love indeed, For who love I so much? and now who knows But you Lorenzo, whether I am yours? Heaven and thy thoughts are witness that thou art. here, catch this casket, it is worth the pains, I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me, For I am much ashamed of my exchange: But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit, For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy. Descend, for you must be my torchbearer. What, must I hold a Candle to my shames? They in themselves goodsooth are too too light. Why, 'tis an office of discovery Love, And I should be obscured. So you are sweet, Even in the lovely garnish of a boy: but come at once, For the close night doth play the runaway, And we are stayed for at Bassanio's feast. I will make fast the doors and gild myself With some more ducats, and be with you strait. Now by my hood, a gentle, and no Iew. Beshrew me but I love her hearty. For she is wise, if I can judge of her, And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true, And true she is, as she hath proved herself: And therefore like herself, wise, fair, and true, Shall she be placed in my constant soul. What, art thou come? on gentlemen, away, Our masking mates by this time for us stay. Who's there? Signior Anthonio? Fie, fie, Gratiano, where are all the rest? 'Tis nine a clock, our friends all stay for you, No mask to night, the wind is come about, Bassanio presently will go aboard, I have sent twenty out to seek for you. I am glad on't, I desire no more delight Then to be under sail, and gone to night. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover The several Caskets to this noble Prince: Now make your choice. The first of gold, who this inscription bears, Who chooseth me, shall gain what men desire. The second silver, which this promise carries, Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt, Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath. How shall I know if I do choose the right? How shall I know if I do choose the right. The one of them contains my picture Prince, If you choose that, than I am yours withal.
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)
Heere comes Lorenzo, more of this hereafter. Sweete friends, your patience for my long abode, Not I, but my affaires haue made you wait: When you ſhall pleaſe to play the theeues for wiues Ile watch as long for you then: approach Here dwels my father Iew. Hoa, who's within? Who are you? tell me for more certainty, Albeit Ile ſweare that I do know your tongue. Lorenzo, and thy Loue. Lorenzo certaine, and my loue indeed, For who loue I ſo much? and now who knowes But you Lorenzo, whether I am yours? Heauen and thy thoughts are witneſs that thou art. Heere, catch this casket, it is worth the paines, I am glad 'tis night, you do not looke on me, For I am much aſham'd of my exchange: But loue is blinde, and louers cannot ſee The pretty follies that themſelues commit, For if they could, Cupid himſelfe would bluſh To ſee me thus transformed to a boy. Deſcend, for you muſt be my torch-bearer. What, muſt I hold a Candle to my ſhames? They in themſelues goodſooth are too too light. Why, 'tis an office of diſcouery Loue, And I ſhould be obſcur'd. So you are ſweet, Euen in the louely garniſh of a boy: but come at once, For the cloſe night doth play the run-away, And we are ſtaid for at Baſſanio's feaſt. I will make faſt the doores and guild my ſelfe With ſome more ducats, and be with you ſtraight. Now by my hood, a gentle, and no Iew. Beſhrew me but I loue her heartily. For ſhe is wiſe, if I can iudge of her, And faire ſhe is, if that mine eyes be true, And true ſhe is, as ſhe hath prou'd her ſelfe: And therefore like her ſelfe, wiſe, faire, and true, Shall ſhe be placed in my conſtant ſoule. What, art thou come? on gentlemen, away, Our masking mates by this time for vs ſtay. Who's there? Signior Anthonio? Fie, fie, Gratiano, where are all the reſt? 'Tis nine a clocke, our friends all ſtay for you, No maske to night, the winde is come about, Baſſanio preſently will goe aboord, I haue ſent twenty out to ſeeke for you. I am glad on't, I deſire no more delight Then to be vnder ſaile, and gone to night. Goe, draw aſide the curtaines, and diſcouer The ſeuerall Caskets to this noble Prince: Now make your choyſe. The firſt of gold, who this inſcription beares, Who chooſeth me, ſhall gaine what men deſire. The ſecond ſiluer, which this promiſe carries, Who chooſeth me, ſhall get as much as he deſerues. This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt, Who chooſeth me, muſt giue and hazard all he hath. How ſhall I know if I doe chooſe the right? How ſhall I know if I doe chooſe the right. The one of them containes my picture Prince, If you chooſe that, then I am yours withall.