Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1593] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men (?) T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.85 · 441 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
My Lord, in truth, thus far I witness with him: That he dined not at home, but was locked out. But had he such a Chain of thee, or no? He had my Lord, and when he ran in here, These people saw the Chain about his neck. Besides, I will be sworn these ears of mine, Herd you confess you had the Chain of him, After you first forswore it on the Mart, And thereupon I drew my sword on you: And then you fled into this Abbey here, From whence I think you are come by Miracle. I never came within these Abbey walls, Nor ever didst thou draw thy sword on me: I never saw the Chain, so help me heaven: And this is false you burden me withal. Why what an intricate impeach is this? I think you all have drunk of Circe's cup: If here you housed him, here he would have been. If he were mad, he would not plead so coldly: You say he dined at home, the Goldsmith here Denies that saying. Sirrah, what say you? Sir he dined with her there, at the Porpentine. He did, and from my finger snatched that Ring. 'tis true (my Liege) this Ring I had of her. Saw'st thou him enter at the Abbey here? As sure (my Liege) as I do see your Grace. Why this is strange: Go call the Abbess hither. I think you are all mated, or stark mad. Most mighty Duke, vouchsafe me speak a word: Haply I see a friend will save my life, And pay the sum that may deliver me. Speak freely Syracusan what thou wilt. Is not your name sir called Antipholus? And is not that your bondman Dromio? Within this hour I was his bondman sir, But he I thank him gnawed in two my cords, Now am I Dromio, and his man, unbound. I am sure you both of you remember me. Ourselves we do remember sir by you: For lately we were bound as you are now. You are not Pinches patiented, are you sir? Why look you strange on me? you know me well. I never saw you in my life till now. Oh! grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with times deformed hand, Have written strange defeatures in my face: But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice? Neither. Dromio, nor thou? No trust me sir, nor I. I am sure thou dost? I sir, but I am sure I do not, and whatsoever a man denies, you are now bound to believe him.
nodes 1469–1520 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 27 of 29 in this edition
Length
441 words · 579 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.849 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 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)
My Lord, in truth, thus far I witnes with him: That he din'd not at home, but was lock'd out. But had he ſuch a Chaine of thee, or no? He had my Lord, and when he ran in heere, Theſe people ſaw the Chaine about his necke. Beſides, I will be ſworne theſe eares of mine, Heard you confeſſe you had the Chaine of him, After you firſt forſwore it on the Mart, And thereupon I drew my ſword on you: And then you fled into this Abbey heere, From whence I thinke you are come by Miracle. I neuer came within theſe Abbey wals, Nor euer didſt thou draw thy ſword on me: I neuer ſaw the Chaine, ſo helpe me heauen: And this is falſe you burthen me withall. Why what an intricate impeach is this? I thinke you all haue drunke of Circes cup: If heere you hous'd him, heere he would haue bin. If he were mad, he would not pleade ſo coldly: You ſay he din'd at home, the Goldſmith heere Denies that ſaying▪ Sirra, what ſay you? Sir he din'de with her there, at the Porpentine. He did, and from my finger ſnacht that Ring. Tis true (my Liege) this Ring I had of her. Saw'ſt thou him enter at the Abbey heere? As ſure (my Liege) as I do ſee your Grace. Why this is ſtraunge: Go call the Abbeſſe hither. I thinke you are all mated, or ſtarke mad. Moſt mighty Duke, vouchſafe me ſpeak a word: Haply I ſee a friend will ſaue my life, And pay the ſum that may deliuer me. Speake freely Siracuſian what thou wilt. Is not your name ſir call'd Antipholus? And is not that your bondman Dromio? Within this houre I was his bondman ſir, But he I thanke him gnaw'd in two my cords, Now am I Dromio, and his man, vnbound. I am ſure you both of you remember me. Our ſelues we do remember ſir by you: For lately we were bound as you are now. You are not Pinches patient, are you ſir? Why looke you ſtrange on me? you know me well. I neuer ſaw you in my life till now. Oh! griefe hath chang'd me ſince you ſaw me laſt, And carefull houres with times deformed hand, Haue written ſtrange defeatures in my face: But tell me yet, doſt thou not know my voice? Neither. Dromio, nor thou? No truſt me ſir, nor I. I am ſure thou doſt? I ſir, but I am ſure I do not, and whatſoeuer a man denies, you are now bound to beleeue him.