The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 21 of 42
Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.71 · 515 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I thank thee good Tubal, good news, good news: ha', ha', here in Genowa. Your daughter spent in Genowa, as I heard, one night fourscore ducats. Thou stickest a dagger in me, I shall never see my gold again, fourscore ducats at asitting, fourscore ducats. There came diverse of Antonio's creditors in my company to Venice, that swear he cannot choose but break. I am very glad of it, i'll plague him, i'll torture him, I am glad of it, One of them showed me a ring that he had of your daughter for a Monkey. Out upon her, thou torturest me Tubal, it was my Turkeys, I had it of Leah when I was a Bachelor: I would not have given it for a wilderness of Monkeys. But Anthonio is certainly undone. Nay, that's true, that's very true, go Tubal, fee me an Officer, bespeak him a fortnight before, I will have the heart of him if he forfeit, for were he out of Venice, I can make what merchandise I will: go Tubal, and meet me at our Synagogue, go good Tubal, at our Synagogue Tubal. I pray you tarry, pause a day or two Before you hazard, for in choosing wrong I lose your company; therefore forbear a while, There's something tells me (but it is not love) I would not lose you, and you know yourself, Hate counsels not in such a quality; But lest you should not understand me well, And yet a maiden hath no tongue, but thought, I would detain you here some month or two Before you venture for me. I could teach you How to choose right, but then I am forsworn, So will I never be, so may you miss me, But if you do, you'll make me wish a sin, That I had been forsworn: Beshrew your eyes, They have overlooked me and divided me, One half of me is yours, the other halfe yours, Mine own I would say: but of mine then yours, And so all yours; O these naughty times Puts bars between the owners and their rights. And so though yours, not yours (prove it so) Let Fortune go to hell for it, not I I speak too long, but 'tis to peise the time, To ich it, and to draw it out in length, To stay you from election. Let me choose, For as I am, I live upon the rack. Upon the rack Bassanio, then confess What treason there is mingled with your love. None but that ugly treason of mistrust. Which makes me fear the enjoying of my love: There may as well be amity and life, Between snow and fire, as treason and my love. I, but I fear you speak upon the rack, Where men enforced doth speak any thing. Promise me life, and i'll confess the truth. Well then, confess and live. Confess and love Had been the very sum of my confession: O happy torment, when my torturer Doth teach me answers for deliverance: But let me to my fortune and the caskets.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 963–1012 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 42 in this edition
Length
515 words · 675 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.714 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I thanke thee good Tuball, good newes, good newes: ha, ha, here in Genowa. Your daughter ſpent in Genowa, as I heard, one night foureſcore ducats. Thou ſtick'ſt a dagger in me, I ſhall neuer ſee my gold againe, foureſcore ducats at aſitting, foureſcore ducats. There came diuers of Anthonios creditors in my company to Venice, that ſweare hee cannot chooſe but breake. I am very glad of it, ile plague him, ile torture him, I am glad of it, One of them ſhewed me a ring that hee had of your daughter for a Monkie. Out vpon her, thou tortureſt me Tuball, it was my Turkies, I had it of Leah when I was a Batcheler: I would not haue giuen it for a wilderneſſe of Monkies. But Anthonio is certainely vndone. Nay, that's true, that's very true, goe Tuball, fee me an Officer, beſpeake him a fortnight before, I will haue the heart of him if he forfeit, for were he out of Venice, I can make what merchandize I will: goe Tuball, and meete me at our Sinagogue, goe good Tuball, at our Sinagogue Tuball. I pray you tarrie, pauſe a day or two Before you hazard, for in chooſing wrong I looſe your companie; therefore forbeare a while, There's ſomething tels me (but it is not loue) I would not looſe you, and you know your ſelfe, Hate counſailes not in ſuch a quallitie; But leaſt you ſhould not vnderſtand me well, And yet a maiden hath no tongue, but thought, I would detaine you here ſome month or two Before you venture for me. I could teach you How to chooſe right, but then I am forſworne, So will I neuer be, ſo may you miſſe me, But if you doe, youle make me wiſh a ſinne, That I had beene forſworne: Beſhrow your eyes, They haue ore-lookt me and deuided me, One halfe of me is yours, the other halfe yours, Mine owne I would ſay: but of mine then yours, And ſo all yours; O theſe naughtie times Puts bars betweene the owners and their rights. And ſo though yours, not yours (proue it ſo) Let Fortune goe to hell for it, not I. I ſpeake too long, but 'tis to peize the time, To ich it, and to draw it out in length, To ſtay you from election. Let me chooſe, For as I am, I liue vpon the racke. Vpon the racke Baſſanio, then confeſſe What treaſon there is mingled with your loue. None but that vglie treaſon of miſtruſt. Which makes me feare the enioying of my loue: There may as well be amitie and life, 'Tweene ſnow and fire, as treaſon and my loue▪ I, but I feare you ſpeake vpon the racke, Where men enforced doth ſpeake any thing. Promiſe me life, and ile confeſſe the truth. Well then, confeſſe and liue. Confeſſe and loue Had beene the verie ſum of my confeſſion: O happie torment, when my torturer Doth teach me anſwers for deliuerance: But let me to my fortune and the caskets.