Shakespeare, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · at University T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.74 · 497 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
And do you hear? let not your Clown speak More than is set down, there be of them I can tell you That will laugh themselves, to set on some Quantity of barren spectators to laugh with them, Albeit there is some necessary point in the Play Then to be observed: O 'tis vile, and shows A pitiful ambition in the fool that useth it. And then you have some again, that keeps one suit Osieasts, as a man is known by one suit of Apparel, and Gentlemen quotes his jests down In their tables, before they come to the play as thus: Cannot you stay till I eat my porridge? and, you own me A quarters wages: and, my coat wants a cullison: And your beer is sour: and, blabbering with his lips, And thus keeping in his cinkapase of jests, When, God knows, the warm Clown cannot make a jest Unless by chance, as the blind man catcheth a hare: Masters tell him of it. We will my Lord. Well, go make you ready. Hear my Lord. Horatio, thou art even as just a man, As e'er my conversation coped withal. O my lord! Nay why should I flatter thee? Why should the poor be flattered? What gain should I receive by flattering thee, That nothing hath but thy good mind? Let flattery sit on those time-pleasing tongues, To gloze with them that loves to hear their praise, And not with such as thou Horatio. There is a play to night, wherein one Scene they have Comes very near the murder of my father, When thou shalt see that Act afoot, Mark thou the King, do but observe his looks, For I mine eyes will rivet to his face: And if he do not bleach, and change at that, It is a damned ghost that we have seen. Horatio, have a care, observe him well. My lord, mine eyes shall still be on his face, And not the smallest alteration That shall appear in him, but I shall note it. Hark, they come. How now son Hamlet, how far you, shall we have a play? Y faith the Chameleons dish, not capon crammed, feed a the air. I father: My lord, you played in the University. That I did my L: and I was counted a good actor. What did you enact there? My lord, I did act Iulius Caesar, I was killed in the Capitol, Brutus killed me. It was a brute part of him, To kill so capital a calf. Come, be these Players ready? Hamlet come sit down by me. No by my faith mother, here's a mettle more attractive: Lady will you give me leave, and so forth: To lay my head in your lap? No my Lord. Upon your lap, what do you think I meant contrary matters? What means this my Lord? Enter the Prologue. This is mitching Mallico, that means my chief. What doth this mean my lord?
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1186–1246 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 32 in this edition
Length
497 words · 644 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T9 — Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playerscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.744 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T16 · seed 44: T15 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And doe you heare? let not your Clowne speake More thn is set downe, there be of them I can tell you That will laugh themselues, to set on some Quantitie of barren spectators to laugh with them, Albeit there is some necessary point in the Play Then to be obserued: O t'is vile, and shewes A pittifull ambition in the foole that vseth it. And then you haue some agen, that keepes one sute Osieasts, as a man is knowne by one sute of Apparell, and Gentlemen quotes his ieasts downe In their tables, before they come to the play as thus: Cannot you stay till I eate my porrige? and, you owe me A quarters wages: and, my coate wants a cullison: And your beere is sowre: and, blabbering with his lips, And thus keeping in his cinkapase of ieasts, When, God knows, the warme Clowne cannot make a iest Vnlesse by chance, as the blinde man catcheth a hare: Maisters tell him of it. We will my Lord. Well, goe make you ready. Heere my Lord. Horatio, thou art euen as iust a man, As e're my conuersation cop'd withall. O my lord! Nay why should I flatter thee? Why should the poore be flattered? What gaine should I receiue by flattering thee, That nothing hath but thy good minde? Let flattery sit on those time-pleasing tongs, To glose with them that loues to heare their praise, And not with such as thou Horatio. There is a play to night, wherein one Sceane they haue Comes very neere the murder of my father, When thou shalt see that Act afoote, Marke thou the King, doe but obserue his lookes, For I mine eies will riuet to his face: And if he doe not bleach, and change at that, It is a damned ghost that we haue seene. Horatio, haue a care, obserue him well. My lord, mine eies shall still be on his face, And not the smallest alteration That shall appeare in him, but I shall note it. Harke, they come. How now son Hamlet, how fare you, shall we haue a play? Y faith the Camelions dish, not capon cramm'd, feede a the ayre. I father: My lord, you playd in the Vniuersitie. That I did my L: and I was counted a good actor. What did you enact there? My lord, I did act Iulius Caesar, I was killed in the Capitoll, Brutus killed me. It was a brute parte of him, To kill so capitall a calfe. Come, be these Players ready? Hamlet come sit downe by me. No by my faith mother, heere's a mettle more attractiue: Lady will you giue me leaue, and so forth: To lay my head in your lappe? No my Lord. Vpon your lap, what do you thinke I meant contrary matters? What meanes this my Lord? Enter the Prologue. This is myching Mallico, that meanes my chiefe. What doth this meane my lord?