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 0.93 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
I am her Mother sir, whose age and honour Both suffer under this complaint we bring, And both shall cease, without your remedy. Come hither Count, do you know these Women? My Lord, I neither can nor will deny, But that I know them, do they charge me further? Why do you look so strange upon your wife? She's none of mine my Lord. If you shall marry You give away this hand, and that is mine, You give away heavens vows, and those are mine: You give away myself, which is known mine: For I by vow am so embodied yours, That she which marries you, must marry me, Either both or none. your reputation comes too short for my daughter, you are no husband for her. My Lord, this is a fond and desperate creature, Whom sometime I have laughed with: Let your highness Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour, Then for to think that I would sink it here. Sir for my thoughts, you have them il to friend, Till your deeds gain them fairer: prove your honour, Then in my thought it lies. Good my Lord, Ask him upon his oath, if he does think He had not my virginity. What sayst thou to her? She's impudent my Lord, And was a common gamester to the Campe. He does me wrong my Lord: If I were so, He might have bought me at a common price. Do not believe him. O behold this Ring, Whose high respect and rich validity Did lack a Parallel: yet for all that He gave it to a Commoner o' th' Camp If I be one. He blushes, and 'tis hit: Of six preceding Ancestors, that gem Conferred by testament to ' th' sequent issue Hath it been owed and worn. This is his wife, That Ring's a thousand proofs. Me thought you said You saw one here in Court could witness it. I did my Lord, but loath am to produce So bad an instrument, his names Parrolles. I saw the man to day, if man he be. Find him, and bring him hither. What of him: He's quoted for a most perfidious slave With all the spots o' th' world, taxed and deboshed, Whose nature sickens: but to speak a truth, Am I, or that or this for what he'll utter, That will speak any thing. She hath that Ring of yours. I think she has; certain it is I liked her, And boarded her i' th' wanton way of youth: She knew her distance, and did angle for me, Madding my eagerness with her restraint, As all impediments in fancies course Are motives of more fancy, and in fine, Her insuite coming with her modern grace, Subdued me to her rate, she got the Ring, And I had that which any inferior might At Market price have bought.
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Length
482 words · 612 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.928 (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)
I am her Mother ſir, whoſe age and honour Both ſuffer vnder this complaint we bring, And both ſhall ceaſe, without your remedie. Come hether Count, do you know theſe Women? My Lord, I neither can nor will denie, But that I know them, do they charge me further? Why do you looke ſo ſtrange vpon your wife? She's none of mine my Lord. If you ſhall marrie You giue away this hand, and that is mine, You giue away heauens vowes, and thoſe are mine: You giue away my ſelfe, which is knowne mine: For I by vow am ſo embodied yours, That ſhe which marries you, muſt marrie me, Either both or none. your reputation comes too ſhort for my daughter, you are no husband for her. My Lord, this is a fond and deſperate creature, Whom ſometime I haue laugh'd with: Let your highnes Lay a more noble thought vpon mine honour, Then for to thinke that I would ſinke it heere. Sir for my thoughts, you haue them il to friend, Till your deeds gaine them fairer: proue your honor, Then in my thought it lies. Good my Lord, Aske him vpon his oath, if hee do's thinke He had not my virginity. What ſaiſt thou to her? She's impudent my Lord, And was a common gameſter to the Campe. He do's me wrong my Lord: If I were ſo, He might haue bought me at a common price. Do not beleeue him. O behold this Ring, Whoſe high reſpect and rich validitie Did lacke a Paralell: yet for all that He gaue it to a Commoner a' th Campe If I be one. He bluſhes, and 'tis hit: Of ſixe preceding Anceſtors, that Iemme Confer'd by teſtament to 'th ſequent iſſue Hath it beene owed and worne. This is his wife, That Ring's a thouſand proofes. Me thought you ſaide You ſaw one heere in Court could witneſſe it. I did my Lord, but loath am to produce So bad an inſtrument, his names Parrolles. I ſaw the man to day, if man he bee. Finde him, and bring him hether. What of him: He's quoted for a moſt pe fidious ſlaue With all the ſpots a' th world, taxt and deboſh'd, Whoſe nature ſickens: but to ſpeake a truth, Am I, or that or this for what he'l vtter, That will ſpeake any thing. She hath that Ring of yours. I thinke ſhe has; certaine it is I lyk'd her, And boorded her i' th wanton way of youth: She knew her diſtance, and did angle for mee, Madding my eagerneſſe with her reſtraint, As all impediments in fancies courſe Are motiues of more fancie, and in fine, Her inſuite comming with her moderne grace, Subdu'd me to her rate, ſhe got the Ring, And I had that which any inferiour might At Market price haue bought.