Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Tempest · chunk 10 of 33

Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals)
comedy · King's Men
T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.77 · 484 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

Come on, obey: Thy Nerves are in their infancy again. And have no vigour in them. So they are: My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up: My Father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wrack of all my friends, nor this man's threats, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this Maid: all corners else o' th' Earth Let liberty make use of: space enough Have I in such a prison. It works: Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariell: follow me, Hark what thou else shalt do me. Be of comfort, My Fathers of a better nature (Sir) Then he appears by speech: this is unwonted Which now came from him. Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds; but then exactly do All points of my command. To th' syllable. Come follow: speak not for him. Beseech you Sir, be merry; you have cause, (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss; our hint of woe Is common, every day, some Sailor's wife, The Masters of some Merchant, and the Merchant Have just our Theme of woe: But for the miracle, (I mean our preservation) few in millions Can speak like us: then wisely (good Sir) weigh Our sorrow, with our comfort. Prithee peace. He receives comfort like cold porridge. The Visitor will not give him over so. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit, By and by it will strike. Sir. One: Tell. When every grief is entertained, That's offered comes to th' entertainer. A dolor. Dolour comes to him indeed, you have spoken truer than you purposed. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should. Therefore my Lord. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue. I prithee spare. Well, I have done: But yet He will be talking. Which, of he, or Adrian, for a good wager, First begins to crow? The old Cock. The Cockerel. Done: The wager? A Laughter. A match. Though this Island seem to be desert. Ha', ha', ha'. So: you're paid. Vninhabitable, and almost inaccessible. Yet Yet He could not misseed. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance. Temperance was a delicate wench. I, and a subtle, as he most learnedly delivered. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. As if it had Lungs, and rotten ones. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a Fen. here is every thing advantageous to life. True, save means to live. Of that there's none, or little. How lush and lusty the grass looks? How green? The ground indeed is tawny. With an eye of green in't. He misses not much. No: he doth but mistake the truth totally. But the rariety of it is, which is indeed almost beyond credit. As many vouched rarieties are.
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PlayThe Tempest
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1623
First performance / composition (Annals)1611
First performance (BritDrama)1611 [1610-1611]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 860 · TCP A11954 · DEEP 5081.01
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 592–671 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 33 in this edition
Length484 words · 671 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters reviewed — decision pending · typicality 0.773 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T21 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Come on, obey: Thy Nerues are in their infancy againe. And haue no vigour in them. So they are: My ſpirits, as in a dreame, are all bound vp: My Fathers loſſe, the weakneſſe which I feele, The wracke of all my friends, nor this mans threats, To whom I am ſubdude, are but light to me, Might I but through my priſon once a day Behold this Mayd: all corners elſe o' th' Earth Let liberty make vſe of: ſpace enough Haue I in ſuch a priſon. It workes: Come on. Thou haſt done well, fine Ariell: follow me, Harke what thou elſe ſhalt do mee. Be of comfort, My Fathers of a better nature (Sir) Then he appeares by ſpeech: this is vnwonted Which now came from him. Thou ſhalt be as free As mountaine windes; but then exactly do All points of my command. To th' ſyllable. Come follow: ſpeake not for him. Beſeech you Sir, be merry; you haue cauſe, (So haue we all) of ioy; for our eſcape Is much beyond our loſſe; our hint of woe Is common, euery day, ſome Saylors wife, The Maſters of ſome Merchant, and the Merchant Haue iuſt our Theame of woe: But for the miracle, (I meane our preſeruation) few in millions Can ſpeake like vs: then wiſely (good Sir) weigh Our ſorrow, with our comfort. Prethee peace. He receiues comfort like cold porredge. The Viſitor will not giue him ore ſo. Looke, hee's winding vp the watch of his wit, By and by it will ſtrike. Sir. One: Tell. When euery greefe is entertaind, That's offer'd comes to th' entertainer. A dollor. Dolour comes to him indeed, you haue ſpoken truer then you purpos'd. You haue taken it wiſelier then I meant you ſhould. Therefore my Lord. Fie, what a ſpend-thrift is he of his tongue. I pre-thee ſpare. Well, I haue done: But yet He will be talking. Which, of he, or Adrian, for a good wager, Firſt begins to crow? The old Cocke. The Cockrell. Done: The wager? A Laughter. A match. Though this Iſland ſeeme to be deſert. Ha, ha, ha. So: you'r paid. Vninhabitable, and almoſt inacceſſible. Yet Yet He could not miſſe't. It muſt needs be of ſubtle, tender, and delicate temperance. Temperance was a delicate wench. I, and a ſubtle, as he moſt learnedly deliuer'd. The ayre breathes vpon vs here moſt ſweetly. As if it had Lungs, and rotten ones. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a Fen. Heere is euery thing aduantageous to life. True, ſaue meanes to liue. Of that there's none, or little. How luſh and luſty the graſſe lookes? How greene? The ground indeed is tawny. With an eye of greene in't. He miſſes not much. No: he doth but miſtake the truth totally. But the rariety of it is, which is indeed almoſt beyond credit. As many voucht rarieties are.