The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 40 of 42
Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.88 · 472 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
A quarrel ho already, what's the matter? About a hoop of Gold, a paltry Ring That she did give me, whose Poesy was For all the world like Cutler's Poetry Upon a knife; Love me, and leave me not. What talk you of the Poesy or the value: You swore to me when I did give it you, That you would wear it till the hour of death, And that it should lie with you in your grave, Though not for me, yet for your vehement oaths, You should have been respective and have kept it. Gave it a judge's Clerk: but well I know The Clerk will ne'er wear hair on's face that had it. He will, and if he live to be a man. I, if a Woman live to be a man. Now by this hand I gave it to a youth, A kind of boy, a little scrubbed boy, No higher than thyself, the judge's Clerk, A prating boy that begged it as a Fee, I could not for my heart deny it him. You were too blame, I must be plain with you, To part so slightly with your wife's first gift, A thing stuck on with oaths upon your finger, And so riveted with faith unto your flesh. I gave my Love a Ring, and made him swear Never to part with it, and here he stands: I dare be sworn for him, he would not leave it, Nor pluck it from his finger, for the wealth That the world masters. Now in faith Gratiano, You give your wife too unkind a cause of grief, And 'twere to me I should be mad at it. Why I were best to cut my left hand off, And swear I lost the Ring defending it. My Lord Bassanio gave his Ring away Unto the judge that begged it, and indeed Deserved it too: and then the Boy his Clerk That took some pains in writing, he begged mine, And neither man nor master would take aught But the two Rings. What Ring gave you my Lord? Not that I hope which you received of me. If I could add a lie unto a fault, I would deny it: but you see my finger Hath not the Ring upon it, it is gone. Even so void is your false heart of truth. By heaven I will ne'er come in your bed Until I see the Ring. Nor I in yours, till I again see mine. Sweet Portia, If you did know to whom I gave the Ring, If you did know for whom I gave the Ring, And would conceive for what I gave the Ring, And how unwillingly I left the Ring, When nought would be accepted but the Ring, You would abate the strength of your displeasure?
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2100–2154 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 40 of 42 in this edition
Length
472 words · 575 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.875 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T33 · seed 44: T32 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
A quarrel hoe alreadie, what's the matter? About a hoope of Gold, a paltry Ring That ſhe did giue me, whoſe Poeſie was For all the world like Cutlers Poetry Vpon a knife; Loue mee, and leaue mee not. What talke you of the Poeſie or the valew: You ſwore to me when I did giue it you, That you would weare it til the houre of death, And that it ſhould lye with you in your graue, Though not for me, yet for your vehement oaths, You ſhould haue beene reſpectiue and haue kept it. Gaue it a Iudges Clearke: but wel I know The Clearke wil nere weare haire on's face that had it. He wil, and if he liue to be a man. I, if a Woman liue to be a man. Now by this hand I gaue it to a youth, A kinde of boy, a little ſcrubbed boy, No higher then thy ſelfe, the Iudges Clearke, A prating boy that begg'd it as a Fee, I could not for my heart deny it him. You were too blame, I muſt be plaine with you, To part ſo ſlightly with your wiues firſt gift, A thing ſtucke on with oathes vpon your finger, And ſo riueted with faith vnto your fleſh. I gaue my Loue a Ring, and made him ſweare Neuer to part with it, and heere he ſtands: I dare be ſworne for him, he would not leaue it, Nor plucke it from his finger, for the wealth That the world maſters. Now in faith Gratiano, You giue your wife too vnkinde a cauſe of greefe, And 'twere to me I ſhould be mad at it. Why I were beſt to cut my left hand off, And ſweare I loſt the Ring defending it. My Lord Baſſanio gaue his Ring away Vnto the Iudge that beg'd it, and indeede Deſeru'd it too: and then the Boy his Clearke That tooke ſome paines in writing, he begg'd mine, And neyther man nor maſter would take ought But the two Rings. What Ring gaue you my Lord? Not that I hope which you receiu'd of me. If I could adde a lie vnto a fault, I would deny it: but you ſee my finger Hath not the Ring vpon it, it is gone. Euen ſo voide is your falſe heart of truth. By heauen I wil nere come in your bed Vntil I ſee the Ring. Nor I in yours, til I againe ſee mine. Sweet Portia, If you did know to whom I gaue the Ring, If you did know for whom I gaue the Ring, And would conceiue for what I gaue the Ring, And how vnwillingly I left the Ring, When nought would be accepted but the Ring, You would abate the ſtrength of your diſpleaſure?