Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Two Gentlemen of Verona · chunk 17 of 34

Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1593 [c.1593-1594] (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men (?)
unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 491 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.

Pray heaven he prove so when you come to him. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that wrong, To bear a hard opinion of his truth: Only deserve my love, by loving him, And presently go with me to my chamber To take a note of what I stand in need of, To furnish me upon my longing journey: All that is mine I leave at thy dispose, My goods, my Lands, my reputation, Only, in lieu thereof, dispatch me hence: Come; answer not: but to it presently, I am impatient of my tarriance. Sir Thurio, give us leave (I pray) a while, We have some secrets to confer about. Now tell me Protheus, what's your will with me? My gracious Lord, that which I would discover, The Law of friendship bids me to conceal, But when I call to mind your gracious favours Done to me (undeserving as I am) My duty pricks me on to utter that Which else, no worldly good should draw from me: Know (worthy Prince) Sir Valentine my friend This night intends to steal away your daughter: Myself am one made privy to the plot. I know you have determined to bestow her On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates, And should she thus be stolen away from you, It would be much vexation to your age. Thus (for my duties sake) I rather chose To cross my friend in his intended drift, Then (by concealing it) heap on your head A pack of sorrows, which would press you down (Being unprevented) to your timeless grave. Protheus, I thank thee for thine honest care, Which to requite, command me while I live. This love of theirs, myself have often seen, Haply when they have judged me fast asleep, And oftentimes have purposed to forbid Sir Valentine her company, and my Court. But fearing lest my jealous aim might err, And so (unworthily) disgrace the man (A rashness that I ever yet have shunned) I gave him gentle looks, thereby to find That which thyself hast now disclosed to me. And that thou mayst perceive my fear of this, Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested, I nightly lodge her in an upper Tower, The key whereof, myself have ever kept: And thence she cannot be conveyed away. Know (noble Lord) they have devised a mean How he her chamber-window will ascend, And with a Corded-ladder fetch her down: For which, the youthful Lover now is gone, And this way comes he with it presently. Where (if it please you) you may intercept him. But (good my Lord) do it so cunningly That my discovery be not aimed at: For, love of you, not hate unto my friend, Hath made me publisher of this pretence. Upon mine Honour, he shall never know That I had any light from thee of this. Adieu, my Lord, Sir Valentine is coming. Sir Valentine, whether away so fast?
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PlayThe Two Gentlemen of Verona
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1623
First performance / composition (Annals)1593 [c.1593-1594]
First performance (BritDrama)1594 [1587-1598]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men (?)
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 862 · TCP A11954 · DEEP 5081.02
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 905–967 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 34 in this edition
Length491 words · 635 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants at 0.729
Other seedsseed 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)
Pray heau'n he proue ſo when you come to him. Now, as thou lou'ſt me, do him not that wrong, To beare a hard opinion of his truth: Onely deſerue my loue, by louing him, And preſently goe with me to my chamber To take a note of what I ſtand in need of, To furniſh me vpon my longing iourney: All that is mine I leaue at thy diſpoſe, My goods, my Lands, my reputation, Onely, in lieu thereof, diſpatch me hence: Come; anſwere not: but to it preſently, I am impatient of my tarriance. Sir Thurio, giue vs leaue (I pray) a while, We haue ſome ſecrets to confer about. Now tell me Protheus, what's your will with me? My gracious Lord, that which I wold diſcouer, The Law of friendſhip bids me to conceale, But when I call to minde your gracious fauours Done to me (vndeſeruing as I am) My dutie pricks me on to vtter that Which elſe, no worldly good ſhould draw from me: Know (worthy Prince) Sir Valentine my friend This night intends to ſteale away your daughter: My ſelfe am one made priuy to the plot. I know you haue determin'd to beſtow her On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates, And ſhould ſhe thus be ſtolne away from you, It would be much vexation to your age. Thus (for my duties ſake) I rather choſe To croſſe my friend in his intended drift, Then (by concealing it) heap on your head A pack of ſorrowes, which would preſſe you downe (Being vnpreuented) to your timeleſſe graue. Protheus, I thank thee for thine honeſt care, Which to requite, command me while I liue. This loue of theirs, my ſelfe haue often ſeene, Haply when they haue iudg'd me faſt aſleepe, And oftentimes haue purpos'd to forbid Sir Ʋalentine her companie, and my Court. But fearing leſt my iealous ayme might erre, And ſo (vnworthily) diſgrace the man (A raſhneſſe that I euer yet haue ſhun'd) I gaue him gentle lookes, thereby to finde That which thy ſelfe haſt now diſclos'd to me. And that thou maiſt perceiue my feare of this, Knowing that tender youth is ſoone ſuggeſted, I nightly lodge her in an vpper Towre, The key whereof, my ſelfe haue euer kept: And thence ſhe cannot be conuay'd away. Know (noble Lord) they haue deuis'd a meane How he her chamber-window will aſcend, And with a Corded-ladder fetch her downe: For which, the youthfull Louer now is gone, And this way comes he with it preſently. Where (if it pleaſe you) you may intercept him. But (good my Lord) doe it ſo cunningly That my diſcouery be not aimed at: For, loue of you, not hate vnto my friend, Hath made me publiſher of this pretence. Vpon mine Honor, he ſhall neuer know That I had any light from thee of this. Adiew, my Lord, Sir Valentine is comming. Sir Valentine, whether away ſo faſt?