Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1593] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men (?) T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.87 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Now out of doubt Antipholus is mad, Else would he never so demean himself, A Ring he hath of mine worth forty Ducats, And for the same he promised me a Chain, Both one and other he denies me now: The reason that I gather he is mad, Besides this present instance of his rage, Is a mad tale he told to day at dinner, Of his own doors being shut against his entrance. Belike his wife acquainted with his fits, On purpose shut the doors against his way: My way is now to high home to his house, And tell his wife, that being Lunatic, He rushed into my house, and took perforce My Ring away. This course I fittest choose, For forty Ducats is too much to lose. Fear me not man, I will not break away, I'll give thee ere I leave thee so much money To warrant thee as I am rested for. My wife is in a wayward mood to day, And will not lightly trust the Messenger, That I should be attached in Ephesus, I tell you 'twill sound harshly in her ears. here comes my Man, I think he brings the money. How now sir? Have you that I sent you for? Here's that I warrant you will pay them all. But where's the Money? Why sir, I gave the Money for the Rope. Five hundred Ducats villain for a rope? I'll serve you sir five hundred at the rate. To what end did I bid thee high thee home? To a ropes end sir, and to that end am I returned. And to that end sir, I will welcome you. Good sir be patiented. Nay 'tis for me to be patiented, I am in adversity. Good now hold thy tongue. Nay, rather persuade him to hold his hands. Thou whoreson senseless Villain. I would I were senseless sir, that I might not feel your blows. Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, and so is an Ass. I am an Ass indeed, you may prove it by my long ears. I have served him from the hour of my Nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his hands for my service but blows. When I am cold, he heats me with beating: when I am warm, he cools me with beating: I am waked with it when I sleep, raised with it when I sit, driven out of doors with it when I go from home, welcomed home with it when I return, nay I bear it on my shoulders, as a beggar wont her brat: and I think when he hath lamed me, I shall beg with it from door to door. Come go along, my wife is coming yonder. Mistress respice finem, respect your end, or rather the prophecy like the Parrot, beware the rope's end. Wilt thou still talk? How say you now? Is not your husband mad?
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Length
490 words · 608 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.866 (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)
Now out of doubt Antipholus is mad, Elſe would he neuer ſo demeane himſelfe, A Ring he hath of mine worth fortie Duckets, And for the ſame he promis'd me a Chaine, Both one and other he denies me now: The reaſon that I gather he is mad, Beſides this preſent inſtance of his rage, Is a mad tale he told to day at dinner, Of his owne doores being ſhut againſt his entrance. Belike his wife acquainted with his fits, On purpoſe ſhut the doores againſt his way: My way is now to hie home to his houſe, And tell his wife, that being Lunaticke, He ruſh'd into my houſe, and tooke perforce My Ring away. This courſe I fitteſt chooſe, For fortie Duckets is too much to looſe. Feare me not man, I will not breake away, Ile giue thee ere I leaue thee ſo much money To warrant thee as I am reſted for. My wife is in a wayward moode to day, And will not lightly truſt the Meſſenger, That I ſhould be attach'd in Epheſus, I tell you 'twill ſound harſhly in her eares. Heere comes my Man, I thinke he brings the monie. How now ſir? Haue you that I ſent you for? Here's that I warrant you will pay them all. But where's the Money? Why ſir, I gaue the Monie for the Rope. Fiue hundred Duckets villaine for a rope? Ile ſerue you ſir fiue hundred at the rate. To what end did I bid thee hie thee home? To a ropes end ſir, and to that end am I return'd. And to that end ſir, I will welcome you. Good ſir be patient. Nay 'tis for me to be patient, I am in aduerſitie. Good now hold thy tongue. Nay, rather perſwade him to hold his hands. Thou whoreſon ſenſeleſſe Villaine. I would I were ſenſeleſſe ſir, that I might not feele your blowes. Thou art ſenſible in nothing but blowes, and ſo is an Aſſe. I am an Aſſe indeede, you may prooue it by my long eares. I haue ſerued him from the houre of my Natiuitie to this inſtant, and haue nothing at his hands for my ſeruice but blowes. When I am cold, he heates me with beating: when I am warme, he cooles me with beating: I am wak'd with it when I ſleepe, rais'd with it when I ſit, driuen out of doores with it when I goe from home, welcom'd home with it when I returne, nay I beare it on my ſhoulders, as a begger woont her brat: and I thinke when he hath lam'd me, I ſhall begge with it from doore to doore. Come goe along, my wife is comming yonder. Miſtris reſpice finem, reſpect your end, or rather the propheſie like the Parrat, beware the ropes end. Wilt thou ſtill talke? How ſay you now? Is not your husband mad?