Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1593 [c.1593-1594] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men (?) T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.85 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Marry Sir, I carried Mistress Silvia the dog you bade me. And what says she to my little jewel? Marry she says your dog was a cur, and tells you currish thanks is good enough for such a present. But she received my dog? No indeed did she not: Here have I brought him back again. What, didst thou offer her this from me? I Sir, the other Squirrel was stolen from me By the Hangman's boys in the market place, And then I offered her mine own, who is a dog As big as ten of yours, & therefore the gift the greater. Go, get thee hence, and find my dog again, Or ne'er return again into my sight. Away, I say: stayest thou to vex me here; A Slave, that still an end, turns me to shame: Sebastian, I have entertained thee, Partly that I have need of such a youth, That can with some discretion do my business: For 'tis no trusting to yond foolish Lout; But chiefly, for thy face, and thy behaviour, Which (if my Augury deceive me not) Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth: Therefore know thee, for this I entertain thee. Go presently, and take this Ring with thee, Deliver it to Madam Silvia; She loved me well, delivered it to me. It seems you loved not her, not leave her token: She is dead belike? Not so: I think she lives. Alas. Why dost thou cry alas? I cannot choose but pity her. Wherefore shouldst thou pity her? Because, me thinks that she loved you as well As you do love your Lady Silvia: She dreams on him, that has forgot her love, You dote on her, that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity Love, should be so contrary: And thinking on it, makes me cry alas. Well: give her that Ring, and therewithal This Letter: that's her chamber: Tell my Lady, I claim the promise for her heavenly Picture: Your message done, hie home unto my chamber, Where thou shalt find me sad, and solitary. How many women would do such a message? Alas poor Protheus, thou hast entertained A Fox, to be the Shepherd of thy Lambs; Alas, poor fool, why do I pity him That with his very heart despiseth me? Because he loves her, he despiseth me, Because I love him, I must pity him. This Ring I gave him, when he parted from me, To bind him to remember my good will: And now am I (unhappy Messenger) To plead for that, which I would not obtain; To carry that, which I would have refused; To praise his faith, which I would have dispraised. I am my Master's true confirmed Love, But cannot be true servant to my Master, Unless I prove false traitor to myself. Yet will I woe for him but yet so coldly, As (heaven it knows) I would not have him speed. Gentlewoman, good day: I pray you be my mean To bring me where to speak with Madam Silvia.
nodes 1616–1679 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 34 in this edition
Length
509 words · 667 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.847 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T33 · seed 44: T32 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Marry Sir, I carried Miſtris Siluia the dogge you bad me. And what ſaies ſhe to my little Iewell? Marry ſhe ſaies your dog was a cur, and tels you curriſh thanks is good enough for ſuch a preſent. But ſhe receiu'd my dog? No indeede did ſhe not: Here haue I brought him backe againe. What, didſt thou offer her this from me? I Sir, the other Squirrill was ſtolne from me By the Hangmans boyes in the market place, And then I offer'd her mine owne, who is a dog As big as ten of yours, & therefore the guift the greater. Goe, get thee hence, and finde my dog againe, Or nere returne againe into my ſight. Away, I ſay: ſtayeſt thou to vexe me here; A Slaue, that ſtill an end, turnes me to ſhame: Sebaſtian, I haue entertained thee, Partly that I haue neede of ſuch a youth, That can with ſome diſcretion doe my buſineſſe: For 'tis no truſting to yond fooliſh Lowt; But chiefely, for thy face, and thy behauiour, Which (if my Augury deceiue me not) Witneſſe good bringing vp, fortune, and truth: Therefore know thee, for this I entertaine thee. Go preſently, and take this Ring with thee, Deliuer it to Madam Siluia; She lou'd me well, deliuer'd it to me. It ſeemes you lou'd not her, not leaue her token: She is dead belike? Not ſo: I thinke ſhe liues. Alas. Why do'ſt thou cry alas? I cannot chooſe but pitty her. Wherefore ſhould'ſt thou pitty her? Becauſe, me thinkes that ſhe lou'd you as well As you doe loue your Lady Siluia: She dreames on him, that has forgot her loue, You doate on her, that cares not for your loue. 'Tis pitty Loue, ſhould be ſo contrary: And thinking on it, makes me cry alas. Well: giue her that Ring, and therewithall This Letter: that's her chamber: Tell my Lady, I claime the promiſe for her heauenly Picture: Your meſſage done, hye home vnto my chamber, Where thou ſhalt finde me ſad, and ſolitarie. How many women would doe ſuch a meſſage? Alas poore Protheus, thou haſt entertain'd A Foxe, to be the Shepheard of thy Lambs; Alas, poore foole, why doe I pitty him That with his very heart deſpiſeth me? Becauſe he loues her, he deſpiſeth me, Becauſe I loue him, I muſt pitty him. This Ring I gaue him, when he parted from me, To binde him to remember my good will: And now am I (vnhappy Meſſenger) To plead for that, which I would not obtaine; To carry that, which I would haue refus'd; To praiſe his faith, which I would haue diſprais'd. I am my Maſters true confirmed Loue, But cannot be true ſeruant to my Maſter, Vnleſſe I proue falſe traitor to my ſelfe. Yet will I woe for him but yet ſo coldly, As (heauen it knowes) I would not haue him ſpeed. Gentlewoman, good day: I pray you be my meane To bring me where to ſpeake with Madam Siluia.