Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Twelfth Night, or What You Will · chunk 2 of 39

Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 501 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.

Orsino. Orsino: I have heard my father name him. He was a Bachelor then. And so is now, or was so very late: For but a month ago I went from hence, And then 'twas fresh in murmur (as you know What great ones do, the less will prattle of,) That he did seek the love of fair Olivia. What's she? A virtuous maid, the daughter of a Count That dide some twelvemonth since, then leaving her In the protection of his son, her brother, Who shortly also died: for whose dear love (They say) she hath abjured the sight And company of men. O that I served that Lady, And might not be delivered to the world Till I had made mine own occasion mellow What my estate is. That were hard to compass, Because she will admit no kind of suit, No not the Dukes. There is a fair behaviour in thee Captain, And though that nature, with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution: yet of thee I will believe thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character. I prithee (and I'll pay thee bounteously) Conceal me what I am, and be my aid, For such disguise as haply shall become The form of my intent. I'll serve this Duke, Thou shalt present me as an Eunuch to him, It may be worth thy pains: for I can sing, And speak to him in many sorts of Music, That will allow me very worth his service. What else may hap, to time I will commit, Only shape thou thy silence to my wit. Be you his Eunuch, and your Mute I'll be, When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see. I thank thee: Led me on. What a plague means my Niece to take the death of her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life. By my troth sir Toby, you must come in earlyer a nights: your Cousin, my Lady, takes great exceptions to your ill hours. Why let her except, before excepted. I, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of order. Confine? I'll confine myself no finer than I am: these clothes are good enough to drink in, and so be these boots too: and they be not, let them hang themselves in their own straps. That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heard my Lady talk of it yesterday: and of a foolish knight that you brought in one night here, to be her wooer Who, Sir Andrew Ague-cheeke? I he. He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria. What's that to th' purpose? Why he has three thousand ducats a year. I, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats: He's a very fool, and a prodigal. Fie, that you'll say so: he plays o' th' Viol-de-gam-boys, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, & hath all the good gifts of nature.
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PlayTwelfth Night, or What You Will
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1623
First performance / composition (Annals)1601 [1601-1602]
First performance (BritDrama)1601 [1600-1602]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 872 · TCP A11954 · DEEP 5081.13
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 68–120 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 2 of 39 in this edition
Length501 words · 664 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T27 — Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and patronage at 0.825
Other seedsseed 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)
Orſino. Orſino: I haue heard my father name him. He was a Batchellor then. And ſo is now, or was ſo very late: For but a month ago I went from hence, And then 'twas freſh in murmure (as you know What great ones do, the leſſe will prattle of,) That he did ſeeke the loue of faire Oliuia. What's ſhee? A vertuous maid, the daughter of a Count That dide ſome tweluemonth ſince, then leauing her In the protection of his ſonne, her brother, Who ſhortly alſo dide: for whoſe deere loue (They ſay) ſhe hath abiur'd the ſight And company of men. O that I ſeru'd that Lady, And might not be deliuered to the world Till I had made mine owne occaſion mellow What my eſtate is. That were hard to compaſſe, Becauſe ſhe will admit no kinde of ſuite, No not the Dukes. There is a faire behauiour in thee Captaine, And though that nature, with a beauteous wall Doth oft cloſe in pollution: yet of thee I will beleeue thou haſt a minde that ſuites With this thy faire and outward charracter. I prethee (and Ile pay thee bounteouſly) Conceale me what I am, and be my ayde, For ſuch diſguiſe as haply ſhall become The forme of my intent. Ile ſerue this Duke, Thou ſhalt preſent me as an Eunuch to him, It may be worth thy paines: for I can ſing, And ſpeake to him in many ſorts of Muſicke, That will allow me very worth his ſeruice. What elſe may hap, to time I will commit, Onely ſhape thou thy ſilence to my wit. Be you his Eunuch, and your Mute Ile bee, When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not ſee. I thanke thee: Lead me on. What a plague meanes my Neece to take the death of her brother thus? I am ſure care's an enemie to life. By my troth ſir Toby, you muſt come in earlyer a nights▪ your Coſin, my Lady, takes great exceptions to your ill houres. Why let her except, before excepted. I, but you muſt confine your ſelfe within the modeſt limits of order. Confine? Ile confine my ſelfe no finer then I am: theſe cloathes are good enough to drinke in, and ſo bee theſe boots too: and they be not, let them hang themſelues in their owne ſtraps. That quaffing and drinking will vndoe you: I heard my Lady talke of it yeſterday: and of a fooliſh knight that you brought in one night here, to be hir woer Who, Sir Andrew Ague-cheeke? I he. He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria. What's that to th' purpoſe? Why he ha's three thouſand ducates a yeare. I, but hee'l haue but a yeare in all theſe ducates: He's a very foole, and a prodigall. Fie, that you'l ſay ſo: he playes o' th Viol-de-ga-boys, and ſpeaks three or four languages word for word without booke, & hath all the good gifts of nature.