Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1593] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men (?) T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.84 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Of very reverent reputation sir, Of credit infinite, highly beloved, Second to none that lives here in the City: His word might bear my wealth at any time. Speak softly, yonder as I think he walks. 'Tis so: and that self chain about his neck, Which he forswore most monstrously to have. Good sir draw near to me, I'll speak to him: Signior Antipholus, I wonder much That you would put me to this shame and trouble, And not without some scandal to yourself, With circumstance and oaths, so to deny This Chain, which now you wear so openly. Beside the charge, the shame, imprisonment, You have done wrong to this my honest friend, Who but for staying on our Controversy, Had hoist sail, and put to sea to day: This Chain you had of me, can you deny it? I think I had, I never did deny it. Yes that you did sir, and forswore it too. Who heard me to deny it or forswear it? These ears of mine thou know'st did hear thee: Fie on thee wretch, 'tis pity that thou liv'st To walk where any honest men resort. Thou art a Villain to impeach me thus, I'll prove mine honour, and mine honesty Against thee presently, if thou darest stand: I dare and do defy thee for a villain. Hold, hurt him not for God sake, he is mad, Some get within him, take his sword away: Bind Dromio too, and bear them to my house. Run master run, for God's sake take a house, This is some Priory, in, or we are spoiled. Be quiet people, wherefore throng you hither? To fetch my poor distracted husband hence, Let us come in, that we may bind him fast, And bear him home for his recovery. I knew he was not in his perfect wits. I am sorry now that I did draw on him. How long hath this possession held the man. This week he hath been heavy, sour sad, And much different from the man he was: But till this afternoon his passion ne'er broke into extremity of rage. Hath he not lost much wealth by wrack of sea, Buried some dear friend, hath not else his eye Strayed his affection in unlawful love, A sin prevailing much in youthful men, Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing. Which of these sorrows is he subject too? To none of these, except it be the last, Namely, some love that drew him oft from home. You should for that have reprehended him. Why so I did. I but not rough enough. As roughly as my modesty would let me. Haply in private. And in assemblies too. I, but not enough. It was the copy of our Conference. In bed he slept not for my urging it, At board he fed not for my urging it: Alone, it was the subject of my Theme: In company I often glanced it: Still did I tell him, it was vild and bad.
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Length
504 words · 650 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.842 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T9 · seed 44: T10 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Of very reuerent reputation ſir, Of credit infinite, highly belou'd, Second to none that liues heere in the Citie: His word might beare my wealth at any tme. Speake ſoftly, yonder as I thinke he walkes. 'Tis ſo: and that ſelfe chaine about his necke, Which he forſwore moſt monſtrouſly to haue. Good ſir draw neere to me, Ile ſpeake to him: Signior Antipholus, I wonder much That you would put me to this ſhame and trouble, And not without ſome ſcandall to your ſelfe, With circumſtance and oaths, ſo to denie This Chaine, which now you weare ſo openly. Beſide the charge, the ſhame, impriſonment, You haue done wrong to this my honeſt friend, Who but for ſtaying on our Controuerſie, Had hoiſted ſaile, and put to ſea to day: This Chaine you had of me, can you deny it? I thinke I had, I neuer did deny it. Yes that you did ſir, and forſwore it too. Who heard me to denie it or forſweare it? Theſe eares of mine thou knowſt did hear thee: Fie on thee wretch, 'tis pitty that thou liu'ſt To walke where any honeſt men reſort. Thou art a Villaine to impeach me thus, Ile proue mine honor, and mine honeſtie Againſt thee preſently, if thou dar'ſt ſtand: I dare and do defie thee for a villaine. Hold, hurt him not for God ſake, he is mad, Some get within him, take his ſword away: Binde Dromio too, and beare them to my houſe. Runne maſter run, for Gods ſake take a houſe, This is ſome Priorie, in, or we are ſpoyl'd. Be quiet people, wherefore throng you hither? To fetch my poore diſtracted husband hence, Let vs come in, that we may binde him faſt, And beare him home for his recouerie. I knew he vvas not in his perfect wits. I am ſorry now that I did draw on him. How long hath this poſſeſſion held the man. This weeke he hath beene heauie, ſower ſad, And much different from the man he was: But till this afternoone his paſſion Ne're brake into extremity of rage. Hath he not loſt much wealth by wrack of ſea, Buried ſome deere friend, hath not elſe his eye Stray'd his affection in vnlawfull loue, A ſinne preuailing much in youthfull men, Who giue their eies the liberty of gazing. Which of theſe ſorrowes is he ſubiect too? To none of theſe, except it be the laſt, Namely, ſome loue that drew him oft from home. You ſhould for that haue reprehended him. Why ſo I did. I but not rough enough. As roughly as my modeſtie would let me. Haply in priuate. And in aſſemblies too. I, but not enough. It was the copie of our Conference. In bed he ſlept not for my vrging it, At boord he fed not for my vrging it: Alone, it was the ſubiect of my Theame: In company I often glanced it: Still did I tell him, it was vilde and bad.