Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1603 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.83 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Admiringly my Liege, at first I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue: Where the impression of mine eye enfixing, Contempt his scornful Perspective did lend me, Which warped the line, of every other favour, Scorned a fair colour, or expressed it stolen, Extended or contracted all proportions To a most hideous object. Thence it came, That she whom all men praised, and whom myself, Since I have lost, have loved; was in mine eye The dust that did offend it. Well excused: That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away From the great count: but love that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried To the great sender, turns a sour offence, Crying, that's good that's gone: Our rash faults, Make trivial price of serious things we have, Not knowing them, until we know their grave, Oft our displeasures to ourselves unjust, Destroy our friends, and after weep their dust: Our own love waking, cries to see what's done, e While shameful hate sleeps out the afternoon. Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her. Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin, The main consents are had, and here we'll stay To see our widowers second marriage day: Which better then the first, O dear heaven bless, Or, ere they meet in me, O Nature cease. Come on my son, in whom my houses name Must be digested: give a favour from you To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter, That she may quickly come. By my old beard, And every hair that's on't, Helen that's dead Was a sweet creature: such a ring as this, The last that ere I took her leave at Court, I saw upon her finger. Hers it was not. Now pray you let me see it. For mine eye, While I was speaking, oft was fastened too't: This Ring was mine, and when I gave it Helen, I bade her if her fortunes ever stood Necessitied to help, that by this token I would relieve her. Had you that craft to reave her Of what should stead her most? My gracious Sovereign, How ere it pleases you to take it so, The ring was never hers. Son, on my life I have seen her wear it, and she reckoned it At her life's rate. I am sure I saw her wear it. You are deceived my Lord, she never saw it: In Florence was it from a casement thrown me, Wrapped in a paper, which contained the name Of her that threw it: Noble she was, and thought I stood engaged, but when I had subscribed To mine own fortune, and informed her fully, I could not answer in that course of Honour As she had made the overture, she ceased In heavy satisfaction, and would never Receive the Ring again.
nodes 1853–1915 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 42 of 46 in this edition
Length
484 words · 616 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.829 (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)
Admiringly my Liege, at firſt I ſtucke my choice vpon her, ere my heart Durſt make too bold a herauld of my tongue: Where the impreſſion of mine eye enfixing, Contempt his ſcornfull Perſpectiue did lend me, Which warpt the line, of euerie other fauour, Scorn'd a faire colour, or expreſt it ſtolne, Extended or contracted all proportions To a moſt hideous obiect. Thence it came, That ſhe whom all men prais'd, and whom my ſelfe, Since I haue loſt, haue lou'd; was in mine eye The duſt that did offend it. Well excus'd: That thou didſt loue her, ſtrikes ſome ſcores away From the great compt: but loue that comes too late, Like a remorſefull pardon ſlowly carried To the great ſender, turnes a ſowre offence, Crying, that's good that's gone: Our raſh faults, Make triuiall price of ſerious things we haue, Not knowing them, vntill we know their graue, Oft our diſpleaſures to our ſelues vniuſt, Deſtroy our friends, and after weepe their duſt: Our owne loue waking, cries to ſee what's don,e While ſhamefull hate ſleepes out the afternoone. Be this ſweet Helens knell, and now forget her. Send forth your amorous token for faire Maudlin, The maine conſents are had, and heere wee'l ſtay To ſee our widdowers ſecond marriage day: Which better then the firſt, O deere heauen bleſſe, Or, ere they meete in me, O Nature ceſſe. Come on my ſonne, in whom my houſes name Muſt be digeſted: giue a fauour from you To ſparkle in the ſpirits of my daughter, That ſhe may quickly come. By my old beard, And eu'rie haire that's on't, Helen that's dead Was a ſweet creature: ſuch a ring as this, The laſt that ere I tooke her leaue at Court, I ſaw vpon her finger. Hers it was not. Now pray you let me ſee it. For mine eye, While I was ſpeaking, oft was faſten'd too't: This Ring was mine, and when I gaue it Hellen, I bad her if her fortunes euer ſtoode Neceſſitied to helpe, that by this token I would releeue her. Had you that craft to reaue her Of what ſhould ſtead her moſt? My gracious Soueraigne, How ere it pleaſes you to take it ſo, The ring was neuer hers. Sonne, on my life I haue ſeene her weare it, and ſhe reckon'd it At her liues rate. I am ſure I ſaw her weare it. You are deceiu'd my Lord, ſhe neuer ſaw it: In Florence was it from a caſement throwne mee, Wrap'd in a paper, which contain'd the name Of her that threw it: Noble ſhe was, and thought I ſtood ingag'd▪ but when I had ſubſcrib'd To mine owne fortune, and inform'd her fully, I could not anſwer in that courſe of Honour As ſhe had made the ouerture, ſhe ceaſt In heauie ſatisfaction, and would neuer Receiue the Ring againe.