Shakespeare, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.73 · 504 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
It is silliness to live, when to live is a torment, and then we have a prescription, to dye when death is our Physician. I ha' looked upon the world for four times seven years, and since I could distinguish between a benefit, and an injury, I never found a man that knew how to love himself: ere I would say I would drown myself, for the love of a Ginny Hen, I would change my humanity with a Baboon. What should I do? I confess it is my shame to be so fond, but it is not in my virtue to amend it. Virtue? a fig, 'tis in ourselves, that we are thus, or thus, our bodies are gardens, to the which our wills are Gardiners, so that if we will plant Nettles, or sow Lettuce, set Isop, and weed up Time; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many; either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with Industry, why the power, and corrigible Authority of this, lies in our wills. If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason, to poise another of sensuality; the blood and baseness of our natures, would conduct us to most preposterous conclusions. But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts; whereof I take this, that you call love to be a sect, or syen. It cannot be. It is merely a lust of the blood, and a permission of the will: Come, be a man; drown thyself? drown Cats and blind Puppies: I profess me thy friend, and I confess me knit to thy deserving, with cables of perdurable toughness; I could never better stead thee then now. Put money in thy purse; follow these wars, defeat thy favour with an usurped beard; I say, put money in thy purse. It cannot be, that Desdemona should long continue her love unto the Moor,— put money in the purse,— nor he to her; it was a violent commencement, and thou shalt see an answerable sequestration: put but money in thy purse.— These Moors are changeable in their wills:— fill thy purse with money. The food that to him now, is as luscious as Locusts, shall be to him shortly as acerbe as the Coloquintida. When she is sated with his body, she will find the error of her choice; she must have change, she must. Therefore put money in thy purse: if thou wilt needs dam thyself, do it a more delicate way then drowning; make all the money thou canst. If sanctimony, and a frail vow, betwixt an erring Barbarian, and a supper subtle Venetian, be not too hard for my wits, and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enjoy her; therefore make money,— a pox a drowning, 'tis clean out of the way: seek thou rather to be hanged in compassing thy joy, then to be drowned, and go without her. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes?
Blackfriars;Globe;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 838 · TCP A11992 · DEEP 694
Edition role
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 598–604 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 50 in this edition
Length
504 words · 667 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T4 — Love-longing and the lover's complaintcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.727 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T2 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
It is sillinesse to liue, when to liue is a torment, and then we haue a prescription, to dye when death is our Physition. I ha look'd vpon the world for foure times seuen yeares, and since I could distinguish betweene a beefit, and an iniury, I neuer found a man that knew how to loue himselfe: ere I would say I would drowne my selfe, for the loue of a Ginny Hen, I would chage my humanity with a Baboone. What should I do? I confesse it is my shame to be so fod, but it is not in my vertue to amend it. Vertue? a fig, tis in our selues, that wee are thus, or thus, our bodies are gardens, to the which our wills are Gardiners, so that if we will plant Netles, or sow Lettice, set Isop, and weed vp Time; supply it with one gender of hearbes, or distract it with many; either to haue it sterrill with Idleness, or manur'd with Industry, why the power, and corrigible Authority of this, lies in our wills. If the ballance of our liues had not one scale of reason, to poise another sensulity; the blood and basenesse of our natures, would conduct vs to most preposterous conclusions. But wee haue reason to coole our raging moions, our carnall stings, our vnbitted lusts; whereof I take this, that you call loue to be a sect, or syen. It cannot be. It is meerly a lust of the blood, and a permission of the will: Come, be a man; drowne thy selfe? drowne Cats and blinde Puppies: I professe me thy friend, and I confesse me knit to thy deering, with cables of perdurable toughnesse; I could neuer better stede thee then now. Put money in thy purse; follow these warres, defeate thy fauour with an vsurp'd beard; I say, put money in thy purse. It cannot be, that Desdemona should long continue her loue vnto the Moore,—put money in the purse,—nor he to her; it was a violent commencement, and thou shalt see an answerable sequestration: put but money in thy purse.—These Moores are changeable in their wills:—fill thy purse with money. The food that to him now, is as lushious as Locusts, shall be to him shortly as acerbe as the Colloquintida. When shee is sated with his body, shee will finde the error of her choyce; shee must haue change, shee must. Therefore put money in thy purse: if thou wilt needes damme thy selfe, doe it a more delicate way then drowning; make all the money thou canst. If sanctimony, and a fraile vow, betwixt an erring Barbarian, and a super subte Vexetian, be not too hard for my wits, and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enioy her; therefore make money,—a pox a drowning, tis cleane out of the way: seeke thou rather to be hang'd in compassing thy ioy, then to bee drowned, and goe without her. Wlt thou be fast to my hopes?