The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 30 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 0.83 · 491 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 have heard Your Grace hath ta'en great pains to qualify His rigorous course: but since he stands obdurate, And that no lawful means can carry me Out of his envy's reach, I do oppose My patience to his fury, and am armed To suffer with a quietness of spirit, The very tyranny and rage of his. Go one and call the Iew into the Court. He is ready at the door, he comes my Lord. Make room, and let him stand before our face. Shylocke the world thinks, and I think so to That thou but leadest this fashion of thy malice To the last hour of act, and then 'tis thought Thou'lt show thy mercy and remorse more strange. Than is thy strange apparent cruelty; And where thou now exact'st the penalty, Which is a pound of this poor Merchant's flesh, Thou wilt not only lose the forfeiture, But touched with humane gentleness and love: Forgive a moiety of the principal, Glancing an eye of pity on his losses That have of late so huddled on his back, Enough to press a royal Merchant down; And pluck commiseration of his state From brassy bosoms, and rough hearts of flints, From stubborn Turks and Tarters never trained To offices of tender courtesy, We all expect a gentle answer Iew? I have possessed your grace of what I purpose, And by our holy Sabbath have I sworn To have the due and forfeit of my bond. If you deny it, let the danger light Upon your Charter, and your City's freedom. You'll ask me why I rather choose to have A weight of carrion flesh, then to receive Three thousand Ducats? I'll not answer that: But say it is my humour; Is it answered? What if my house be troubled with a Rat, And I be pleased to give ten thousand Ducats To have it bained? What, are you answered yet? Some men there are love not a gaping Pig: Some that are mad, if they behold a Cat: And others, when the bagpipe sings i' th' nose, Cannot contain their Urine for affection. Masters of passion sways it to the mood Of what it likes or loathes, now for your answer: As there is no firm reason to be rendered Why he cannot abide a gaping Pig? Why he a harmless necessary Cat? Why he a woollen bagpipe: but of force Must yield to such inevitable shame, As to offend himself being offended: So can I give no reason, nor I will not, More than a lodged hate, and a certain loathing I bear Anthonio, that I follow thus A losing suit against him? Are you answered? This is no answer thou unfeeling man, To excuse the currant of thy cruelty. I am not bound to please thee with my answer. Do all men kill the things they do not love? Hates any man the thing he would not kill?
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1477–1538 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 42 in this edition
Length
491 words · 611 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.826 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
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)
I haue heard Your Grace hath tane great paines to qualifie His rigorous courſe: but ſince he ſtands obdurate, And that no lawful meanes can carrie me Out of his enuies reach, I do oppoſe My patience to his fury, and am arm'd To ſuffer with a quietneſſe of ſpirit, The very tiranny and rage of his. Go one and cal the Iew into the Court. He is ready at the doore, he comes my Lord. Make roome, and let him ſtand before our face. Shylocke the world thinkes, and I thinke ſo to That thou but leadeſt this faſhion of thy mallice To the laſt houre of act, and then 'tis thought Thou'lt ſhew thy mercy and remorſe more ſtrange. Than is thy ſtrange apparant cruelty; And where thou now exact'ſt the penalty, Which is a pound of this poore Merchants fleſh, Thou wilt not onely looſe the forfeiture, But touch'd with humane gentleneſſe and loue: Forgiue a moytie of the principall, Glancing an eye of pitty on his loſſes That haue of late ſo hudled on his backe, Enow to preſſe a royall Merchant downe; And plucke commiſeration of his ſtate From braſſie boſomes, and rough hearts of flints, From ſtubborne Turkes and Tarters neuer traind To offices of tender curteſie, We all expect a gentle anſwer Iew? I haue poſſeſt your grace of what I purpoſe, And by our holy Sabbath haue I ſworne To haue the due and forfeit of my bond. If you denie it, let the danger light Vpon your Charter, and your Cities freedome. You'l aske me why I rather chooſe to haue A weight of carrion fleſh, then to receiue Three thouſand Ducats? Ile not anſwer that: But ſay it is my humor; Is it anſwered? What if my houſe be troubled with a Rat, And I be pleas'd to giue ten thouſand Ducates To haue it bain'd? What, are you anſwer'd yet? Some men there are loue not a gaping Pigge: Some that are mad, if they behold a Cat: And others, when the bag-pipe ſings i' th noſe, Cannot containe their Vrine for affection. Maſters of paſſion ſwayes it to the moode Of what it likes or loaths, now for your anſwer: As there is no firme reaſon to be rendred Why he cannot abide a gaping Pigge? Why he a harmleſſe neceſſarie Cat? Why he a woollen bag-pipe: but of force Muſt yeeld to ſuch ineuitable ſhame, As to offend himſelfe being offended: So can I giue no reaſon, nor I will not, More then a lodg'd hate, and a certaine loathing I beare Anthonio, that I follow thus A looſing ſuite againſt him? Are you anſwered? This is no anſwer thou vnfeeling man, To excuſe the currant of thy cruelty. I am not bound to pleaſe thee with my anſwer. Do all men kil the things they do not loue? Hates any man the thing he would not kill?