Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1603] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Sodden business, there'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 L. you are full of fair words. You speak your fair pleasure sweet Queen: fair Prince, here is good broken Music. You have broke it cousin: and by my life you shall make it whole again, you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance. Nell, 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 call for him at Supper, 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 sweete Queen? my cousin will fall out with you. You must not know where he sups. With my disposer Cressida. No, no; no such matter, you are wide, come your disposer is sick. Well, I'll make excuse. I good my Lord: why should you say Cressida? no, your poor disposer's 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 horrible 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. I, I, prithee now: by my troth sweet Lord thou hast a fine forehead. I you may, you may. Let thy song be love: this love will undo us al. Oh Cupid, Cupid, Cupid. Love? I that it shall i'faith. I, good now love, love, no thing but love. In good troth it begins so.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Sodden buſineſſe, there's a ſtewed phraſe indeede. Faire be to you my Lord, and to all this faire company: faire deſires in all faire meaſure fairely guide them, eſpecially to you faire Queene, faire thoughts be your faire pillow. Deere L. you are full of faire words. You ſpeake your faire pleaſure ſweete 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. Nel, 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 heare you ſing certainely. Well, ſweete Queene you are pleaſant with me, but, marry thus my Lord, my deere Lord, and moſt eſteemed friend your brother Troylus. My Lord Pandarus, hony ſweete Lord. Go too ſweete Queene, goe to. Commends himſelfe moſt affectionately to you. You ſhall not bob vs out of our melody: If you doe, our melancholly vpon your head. Sweete Queene, ſweete Queene, that's a ſweete 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 he deſires you, that if the King call for him at Supper, you will make his excuſe. My Lord Pandarus? What ſaies my ſweete Queene, my very, very ſweete Queene? What exploit's in hand, where ſups he to night? Nay but my Lord? What ſaies my ſweere Queene? my cozen will fall out with you. You muſt not know where he ſups. With my diſpoſer Creſsida. No, no; no ſuch matter, you are wide, come your diſpoſer is ſicke. Well, Ile make excuſe. I good my Lord: why ſhould you ſay Creſsida? no, your poore diſpoſer's ſicke. I ſpie. You ſpie, what doe you ſpie: come, giue me an Inſtrument now ſweete Queene. Why this is kindely done? My Neece is horrible in loue with a thing you haue ſweete Queene. She ſhall haue it my Lord, if it be not my Lord Paris. Hee? no, ſheele none of him, they two are twaine. 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 Lord thou haſt a fine fore-head. I you may, you may. Let thy ſong be loue: this loue will vndoe vs al. Oh Cupid Cupid▪ Cupid. Loue? I that it ſhall yfaith. I, good now loue, loue, no thing but loue. In good troth it begins ſo.