Shakespeare, William · published 1609 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1603] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 476 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Sodden business, their's a stewed phrase indeed. Fair be to you my Lord, and to all this fair company, fair desires in all fair measure fairly guide them, especially to you fair Queen fair thoughts be your fair pillow. Dear Lord you are full of fair words: You speak your fair pleasure sweet Queen, Fair Prince here is good broken music. You have broke it cozen: and by my life you shall make it whole again, you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance. he is full of harmony: Truly Lady no: O sir: Rude in sooth, in good sooth very rude. Well said my Lord, well, you say so in fits: I have business to my Lord dear Queen? my Lord will you vouchsafe me a word. Nay this shall not hedge us out, we'll hear you sing certainly: Well sweet Queen you are pleasant with me, but, marry thus my Lord my dear Lord, and most esteemed friend your brother Troilus. My Lord Pandarus honey sweet Lord, Go too sweet Queen, go to? Commends himself most affectionately to you. You shall not bob us out of our melody, If you do our melancholy upon your head. Sweet Queen, sweet Queen, that's a sweet Queen I faith— And to make a sweet Lady sad is a sour offence. Nay that shall not serve your turn, that shall it not in truth la? Nay I care not for such words, no, no. And my Lord he desires you that if the King can for him at super. You will make his excuse. My Lord Pandarus. What says my sweet queen, my very very sweet Queen? What exploit's in hand, where sups he to night? Nay but my Lord? What says my sweet Queen? my cousin will fall out with you. You must not know where he sups. I'll lay my life with my disposer Cresseida. No, no? no such matter you are wide, come your disposer is sick. Well i'll makes excuse? I good my Lord, why should you say Cresseida, no, your disposers sick. I spy? You spy? what do you spy? come, give me an instrument now sweet Queen: Why this is kindly done? My Niece is horribly in love with a thing you have sweet queen. She shall have it my Lord, if it be not my Lord Paris. He? no? she'll none of him, they two are twain. Falling in after falling out may make them three. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this, I'll sing you a song now. ay, I, prithee, now by my troth sweet lad thou hast a fine forehead. I you may, you may. Let thy song be love: this love will undo us all. Oh Cupid, Cupid, Cupid. Love? I that it shall i'faith. I good now love, love, nothing but love.
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)
Sodden businesse, theirs a stew'd phrase indeed. Faire be to you my Lord, and to al this faire company, faire desires in all faire measure fairlie guide them, especially to you faire Queene faire thoughts be your faire pillow. Dere Lord you are full of faire words: You speake your faire pleasure sweet Queene, Faire Prince here is good broken musicke. You haue broke it cozen: and by my life you shall make it whole againe, you shall peece it out with a peece of your performance. he is full of harmony: Truely Lady no: O sir: Rude in sooth, in good sooth very rude. Well said my Lord, well, you say so in fits: I haue businesse to my Lord deere Queene? my Lord will you vouchsafe me a word. Nay this shall not hedge vs out, weele here you sing ertainly: Well sweete Queene you are pleasant with mee, but, marry thus my Lord my deere Lord, and most esteemed friend your brother Troylus. My Lord Pandarus hony sweet Lord, Go too sweet Queene, go to? Comends himselfe most affectionatly to you. You shall not bob vs out of our melody, If you do our melancholy vpon your head. Sweet Queene, sweet Queene, thats a sweet Queene I faith — And to make a sweet Lady sad is a sower offence. Nay that shall not serue your turne, that shall it not in truth la? Nay I care not for such words, no, no. And my Lord hee desires you that if the King ca for him at super. You will make his excuse. My Lord Pandarus. What saies my sweete Queenem,y very very sweet Queene? What exploit's in hand, where suppes he to night? Nay but my Lord? What saies my sweet Queene? my cozen will fall out with you. You must not know where he sups. Ile lay my life with my disposer Cresseida. No, no? no such matter you are wide, come your dispose is sicke. Well ile makes excuse? I good my Lord, why should you say Cresseida, no, your disposers sick. I spie? You spy? what doe you spie? come, giue mee an instrument now sweete Queene: Why this is kindely done? My Neece is horribly in loue with a thing you haue sweete Qeene. Shee shall haue it my Lord, if it bee not my Lord Paris. Hee? o? sheele none of him, they two are tawine. Falling in after falling out may make them three. Come, come, Ile heare no more of this, Ile sing you a song now. I, I, prethee, now by my troth sweet lad thou haste a fine fore-head. I you may, you may. Let thy song be loue: this loue will vndoe vs all. Oh Cupid, Cupid, Cupid. Loue? I that it shall yfaith. I good now loue, loue, nothing but loue.