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 0.80 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Platus himself, That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine, Hath not in nature's mystery more science, Then I have in this Ring. 'Twas mine, 'twas Helen's, Who ever gave it you: then if you know That you are well acquainted with yourself, Confess 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement You got it from her. She called the Saints to surety, That she would never put it from her finger, Unless she gave it to yourself in bed, Where you have never come: or sent it us Upon her great disaster. She never saw it. Thou speakest it falsely: as I love mine Honour, And makest connecturall fears to come into me, Which I would feign shut out, if it should prove That thou art so inhuman, 'twill not prove so: And yet I know not, thou didst hate her deadly, And she is dead, which nothing but to close Her eyes myself, could win me to believe, More than to see this Ring. Take him away, My forepast proofs, how ere the matter fall Shall taze my fears of little vanity, Having vainly feared too little. Away with him, we'll sift this matter further. If you shall prove This Ring was ever hers, you shall as easy Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence, Where yet she never was. I am wrap'd in dismal think. Gracious Sovereign. Whether I have been too blame or no, I know not, Here's a petition from a Florentine, Who hath for four or five removes come short, To tender it herself. I undertook it, Vanquished thereto by the fair grace and speech Of the poor suppliant, who by this I know Is here attending: her business looks in her With an importing visage, and she told me In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern Your Highness with herself. Ʋpon his many protestations to marrie mee when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, he wonne me. Now is the Count Rossillion a Widdower, his vowes are forfeited to mee, and my honors payed to him. Hee stole from Florence, taking no leaue, and I follow him to his Countrey for Iustice: Grant it me, O King, in you it best lies, otherwise a seducer flourishes, and a poore Maid is vndone. Diana Capilet. I will buy me a son in Law in a fair, and toll for this. I'll none of him. The heavens have thought well on thee Lafew, To bring forth this discou'rie, seek these suitors: Go speedily, and bring again the Count I am a-feard the life of Helen (Lady) Was foully snatched. Now justice on the doers. I wonder sir, sir, wives are monsters to you, And that you fly them as you swear them Lordship, Yet you desire to marry. What woman's that? I am my Lord a wretched Florentine, Derived from the ancient Capilet, My suit as I do understand you know, And therefore know how far I may be pitied.
nodes 1916–1971 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 43 of 46 in this edition
Length
498 words · 669 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.798 (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)
Platus himſelfe, That knowes the tinct and multiplying med'cine, Hath not in natures myſterie more ſcience, Then I haue in this Ring. 'Twas mine, 'twas Helens, Who euer gaue it you: then if you know That you are well acquainted with your ſelfe, Confeſſe 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement You got it from her. She call'd the Saints to ſuretie, That ſhe would neuer put it from her finger, Vnleſſe ſhe gaue it to your ſelfe in bed, Where you haue neuer come: or ſent it vs Vpon her great diſaſter. She neuer ſaw it. Thou ſpeak'ſt it falſely: as I loue mine Honor, And mak'ſt connecturall feares to come into me, Which I would faine ſhut out, if it ſhould proue That thou art ſo inhumane, 'twill not proue ſo: And yet I know not, thou didſt hate her deadly, And ſhe is dead, which nothing but to cloſe Her eyes my ſelfe, could win me to beleeue, More then to ſee this Ring. Take him away, My fore-paſt proofes, how ere the matter fall Shall taze my feares of little vanitie, Hauing vainly fear'd too little. Away with him, Wee'l ſift this matter further. If you ſhall proue This Ring was euer hers, you ſhall as eaſie Proue that I husbanded her bed in Florence, Where yet ſhe neuer was. I am wrapd in diſmall thinkings. Gracious Soueraigne. Whether I haue beene too blame or no, I know not, Here's a petition from a Florentine, Who hath for foure or fiue remoues come ſhort, To tender it her ſelfe. I vndertooke it, Vanquiſh'd thereto by the faire grace and ſpeech Of the poore ſuppliant, who by this I know Is heere attending: her buſineſſe lookes in her With an importing viſage, and ſhe told me In a ſweet verball breefe, it did concerne Your Highneſſe with her ſelfe. Ʋpon his many proteſtations to marrie mee when his wife was dead, I bluſh to ſay it, he wonne me. Now is the Count Roſſillion a Widdower, his vowes are forfeited to mee, and my honors payed to him. Hee ſtole from Florence, taking no leaue, and I follow him to his Countrey for Iuſtice: Grant it me, O King, in you it beſt lies, otherwiſe a ſeducer flouriſhes, and a poore Maid is vndone. Diana Capilet. I will buy me a ſonne in Law in a faire, and toule for this. Ile none of him. The heauens haue thought well on thee Lafew, To bring forth this diſcou'rie, ſeeke theſe ſutors: Go ſpeedily, and bring againe the Count. I am a-feard the life of Hellen (Ladie) Was fowly ſnatcht. Now iuſtice on the doers. I wonder ſir, ſir, wiues are monſters to you, And that you flye them as you ſweare them Lordſhip, Yet you deſire to marry. What woman's that? I am my Lord a wretched Florentine, Deriued from the ancient Capilet, My ſuite as I do vnderſtand you know, And therefore know how farre I may be pittied.