The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 39 of 42
Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 466 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
That light we see is burning in my hall: How far that little candle throws his beams, So shines a good deed in a naughty world. When the moon shone we did not see the candle? So doth the greater glory dim the less, A substitute shines brightly as a King Until a King be by, and then his state Empties itself, as doth an inland brook Into the main of waters: music, hark. It is your music Madame of the house. Nothing is good I see without respect, Methinks it sounds much sweeter than by day? Silence bestows that virtue on it Madam. The Crow doth sing as sweetly as the Lark When neither is attended: and I think The Nightingale if she should sing by day When every Goose is cackling, would be thought No better a Musician then the Wren? How many things by season, seasoned are To their right praise, and true perfection: Peace, how the Moon sleeps with Endymion, And would not be awaked. That is the voice, Or I am much deceived of Portia. He knows me as the blind man knows the Cuckoo by the bad voice? Dear Lady welcome home? We have been praying for our husband's welfare Which speed we hope the better for our words, Are they returned? Madam, they are not yet: But there is come a Messenger before To signify their coming. Go in Nerrissa, Give order to my servants, that they take No note at all of our being absent hence, Nor you Lorenzo, Iessica nor you. Your husband is at hand, I hear his Trumpet, We are no tell-tales Madam, fear you not. This night methinks is but the daylight sick, It looks a little paler, 'tis a day, Such as the day is, when the Sun is hid. We should hold day with the Antipodes, If you would walk in absence of the sun. Let me give light, but let me not be light, For a light wife doth make a heavy husband, And never be Bassanio so for me, But God sort all: you are welcome home my Lord. I thank you Madam, give welcome to my friend This is the man, this is Anthonio, To whom I am so infinitely bound. You should in all sense be much bound to him, For as I hear he was much bound for you. No more than I am well acquitted of. Sir, you are very welcome to our house: It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy. By yonder Moon I swear you do me wrong, In faith I gave it to the judge's Clerk, Would he were gelt that had it for my part, Since you do take it Love so much at hart.
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)
That light we ſee is burning in my hall: How farre that little candell throwes his beames, So ſhines a good deed in a naughty world. When the moone ſhone we did not ſee the candle? So doth the greater glory dim the leſſe, A ſubſtitute ſhines brightly as a King Vntill a King be by, and then his ſtate Empties it ſelfe, as doth an inland brooke Into the maine of waters: muſique, harke. It is your muſicke Madame of the houſe. Nothing is good I ſee without reſpect, Methinkes it ſounds much ſweeter then by day? Silence beſtowes that vertue on it Madam. The Crow doth ſing as ſweetly as the Larke When neither is attended: and I thinke The Nightingale if ſhe ſhould ſing by day When euery Gooſe is cackling, would be thought No better a Muſitian then the Wren? How many things by ſeaſon, ſeaſon'd are To their right praiſe, and true perfection: Peace, how the Moone ſleepes with Endimion, And would not be awak'd. That is the voice, Or I am much deceiu'd of Portia. He knowes me as the blinde man knowes the Cuckow by the bad voice? Deere Lady welcome home? We haue bene praying for our husbands welfare Which ſpeed we hope the better for our words, Are they return'd? Madam, they are not yet: But there is come a Meſſenger before To ſignifie their comming. Go in Nerriſſa, Giue order to my ſeruants, that they take No note at all of our being abſent hence, Nor you Lorenzo, Ieſſica nor you. Your husband is at hand, I heare his Trumpet, We are no tell-tales Madam, feare you not. This night methinkes is but the daylight ſicke, It lookes a little paler, 'tis a day, Such as the day is, when the Sun is hid. We ſhould hold day with the Antipodes, If you would walke in abſence of the ſunne. Let me giue light, but let me not be light, For a light wife doth make a heauie husband, And neuer be Baſſanio ſo for me, But God ſort all: you are welcome home my Lord. I thanke you Madam, giue welcom to my friend This is the man, this is Anthonio, To whom I am ſo infinitely bound. You ſhould in all ſence be much bound to him, For as I heare he was much bound for you. No more then I am wel acquitted of. Sir, you are verie welcome to our houſe: It muſt appear in other waies then words, Therefore I ſcant this breathing curteſie. By yonder Moone I ſweare you do me wrong, In faith I gaue it to the Iudges Clearke, Would he were gelt that had it for my part, Since you do take it Loue ſo much at hart.