Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Measure for Measure · chunk 34 of 43

Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals)
tragicomedy · King's Men
T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.88 · 491 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.

Friar, thou knowest not the Duke so well as I do: he's a better woodman than thou tak'st him for. Well: you'll answer this one day. Far ye well. Nay tarry, I'll go along with thee, I can tell thee pretty tales of the Duke. You have told me too many of him already sir if they be true: if not true, none were enough. I was once before him for getting a Wench with child. Did you such a thing? Yes marry did I; but I was fain to forswear it, They would else have married me to the rotten Medler. Sir your company is fairer than honest, rest you well. By my troth I'll go with thee to the lanes end: if bawdy talk offend you, we'el have very little of it: nay Friar, I am a kind of Burr, I shall stick. Every Letter he hath writ, hath disuouched other. In most uneven and distracted manner, his actions show much like to madness, pray heaven his wisdom be not tainted: and why meet him at the gates and reliver our authorities there? I guess not. And why should we proclaim it in an hour before his entering, that if any crave redress of injustice, they should exhibit their petitions in the street? He shows his reason for that: to have a dispatch of Complaints, and to deliver us from devices hereafter, which shall then have no power to stand against us. Well: I beseech you let it be proclaimed betimes i' th' morn, I'll call you at your house: give notice to such men of sort and suit as are to meet him. I shall sir: far you well. Good night. This deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpregnant And dull to all proceed. A deflowered maid, And by an eminent body, that enforced The Law against it? But that her tender shame Will not proclaim against her maiden loss, How might she tongue me? yet reason dares her no, For my Authority bears of a credent bulk, That no particular scandal once can touch But it confounds the breather. He should have lived, Save that his riotous youth with dangerous sense Might in the times to come have ta'en revenge By so receiving a dishonoured life With ransom of such shame: would yet he had lived. Alack, when once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right, we would, and we would not. These Letters at fit time deliver me, The Provost knows our purpose and our plot, The matter being a foot, keep your instruction And hold you ever to our special drift, Though sometimes you do blench from this to that As cause doth minister: Go call at Flavia's house, And tell him where I stay: give the like notice To Valentinus, Rowland, and to Crassus, And bid them bring the Trumpets to the gate: But send me Flavius first. It shall be sped well.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayMeasure for Measure
AuthorShakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1623
First performance / composition (Annals)1604
First performance (BritDrama)1603 [1603-1604]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
Genre (British Drama)tragicomedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 864 · TCP A11954 · DEEP 5081.04
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1633–1677 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 34 of 43 in this edition
Length491 words · 632 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T15 — Friars and holy orders in plot cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.883 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T19 · seed 44: T20 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Friar, thou knoweſt not the Duke ſo wel as I do: he's a better woodman then thou tak'ſt him for. Well: you'l anſwer this one day. Fare ye well. Nay tarrie, Ile go along with thee, I can tel thee pretty tales of the Duke. You haue told me too many of him already ſir if they be true: if not true, none were enough. I was once before him for getting a Wench with childe. Did you ſuch a thing? Yes marrie did I; but I was faine to forſwear it, They would elſe haue married me to the rotten Medler. Sir your company is fairer then honeſt, reſt you well. By my troth Ile go with thee to the lanes end: if baudy talke offend you, we'el haue very litle of it: nay Friar, I am a kind of Burre, I ſhal ſticke. Euery Letter he hath writ, hath diſuouch'd other. In moſt vneuen and diſtracted manner, his actions ſhow much like to madneſſe, pray heauen his wiſedome bee not tainted: and why meet him at the gates and reliuer our authorities there? I gheſſe not. And why ſhould wee proclaime it in an howre before his entring, that if any craue redreſſe of iniuſtice, they ſhould exhibit their petitions in the ſtreet? He ſhowes his reaſon for that: to haue a diſpatch of Complaints, and to deliuer vs from deuices heereafter, which ſhall then haue no power to ſtand againſt vs. Well: I beſeech you let it bee proclaim'd betimes i' th' morne, Ile call you at your houſe: giue notice to ſuch men of ſort and ſuite as are to meete him. I ſhall ſir: fare you well. Good night. This deede vnſhapes me quite, makes me vnpregnant And dull to all proceedings. A deflowred maid, And by an eminent body, that enforc'd The Law againſt it? But that her tender ſhame Will not proclaime againſt her maiden loſſe, How might ſhe tongue me? yet reaſon dares her no, For my Authority beares of a credent bulke, That no particular ſcandall once can touch But it confounds the breather. He ſhould haue liu'd, Saue that his riotous youth with dangerous ſense Might in the times to come haue ta'ne reuenge By ſo receiuing a diſhonor'd life With ranſome of ſuch ſhame: would yet he had liued. Alack, when once our grace we haue forgot, Nothing goes right, we would, and we would not. Theſe Letters at fit time deliuer me, The Prouoſt knowes our purpoſe and our plot, The matter being a foote, keepe your inſtruction And hold you euer to our ſpeciall drift, Though ſometimes you doe blench from this to that As cauſe doth miniſter: Goe call at Flauia's houſe, And tell him where I ſtay: giue the like notice To Valencius, Rowland, and to Craſſus, And bid them bring the Trumpets to the gate: But ſend me Flauius firſt. It ſhall be ſpeeded well.