Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Twelfth Night, or What You Will · chunk 7 of 39

Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.81 · 500 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.

Good Sir Toby. Cousin, Cousin, how have you come so early by this Lethargy? Lechery, I defy Lechery: there's one at the gate. I marry, what is he? Let him be the devil and he will, I care not: give me faith say I. Well, it's all one. What's a drunken man like, fool? Like a drowned man, a fool, and a mad man: One draught above heat, makes him a fool, the second mads him, and a third drowns him. Go thou and seek the Crowner, and let him sit o' my Coz: for he's in the third degree of drink: he's drowned: go look after him. He is but mad yet Madonna, and the fool shall look to the madman. Madam, yond young fellow swears he will speak with you. I told him you were sick, he takes on him to understand so much, and therefore comes to speak with you. I told him you were asleep, he seems to have a fore knowledge of that too, and therefore comes to speak with you. What is to be said to him Lady, he's fortified against any denial. Tell him, he shall not speak with me. ha's been told so: and he says he'll stand at your door like a Sheriff's post, and be the supporter to a bench, but he'll speak with you. What kind o' man is he? Why of mankind. What manner of man? Of very ill manner: he'll speak with you, will you, or no. Of what personage, and years is he? Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for a boy: as a squash is before 'tis a peascod, or a Coddling when 'tis almost an Apple: 'tis with him in standing water, between boy and man. He is very well-favoured, and he speaks very shrewishly: One would think his mother's milk were scarce out of him. Let him approach: Call in my Gentlewoman. Gentlewoman, my Lady calls. Give me my veil: come throw it o'er my face, we'll once more hear Orsinos Embassy. The honourable Lady of the house, which is she? Speak to me, I shall answer for her: your will. Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable beauty. I pray you tell me if this be the Lady of the house, for I never saw her. I would be loath to cast away my speech: for besides that it is excellently well penned, I have taken great pains to con it. Good Beauties, let me sustain no scorn; I am very comptible, even to the least sinister usage. Whence came you sir? I can say little more than I have studied, & that question's out of my part. Good gentle one, give me modest assurance, if you be the Lady of the house, that may proceed in my speech. Are you a Comedian? No my profound heart: and yet (by the very fangs of malice, I swear) I am not that I play. Are you the Lady of the house?
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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 266–295 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 7 of 39 in this edition
Length500 words · 670 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.814 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T5 · seed 44: T29 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Good Sir Toby. Coſin, Coſin, how haue you come ſo earely by this Lethargie? Letcherie, I defie Letchery: there's one at the gate. I marry, what is he? Let him be the diuell and he will, I care not: giue me faith ſay I. Well, it's all one. What's a drunken man like, foole? Like a drown'd man, a foole, and a madde man: One draught aboue heate, makes him a foole, the ſecond maddes him, and a third drownes him. Go thou and ſeeke the Crowner, and let him ſitte o' my Coz: for he's in the third degree of drinke: hee's drown'd: go looke after him. He is but mad yet Madona, and the foole ſhall looke to the madman. Madam, yond young fellow ſweares hee will ſpeake with you. I told him you were ſicke, he takes on him to vnderſtand ſo much, and therefore comes to ſpeak with you. I told him you were aſleepe, he ſeems to haue a fore knowledge of that too, and therefore comes to ſpeake with you. What is to be ſaid to him Ladie, hee's fortified againſt any deniall. Tell him, he ſhall not ſpeake with me. Ha's beene told ſo: and hee ſayes hee'l ſtand at your doore like a Sheriffes poſt, and be the ſupporter to a bench, but hee'l ſpeake with you. What kinde o' man is he? Why of mankinde. What manner of man? Of verie ill manner: hee'l ſpeake with you, will you, or no. Of what perſonage, and yeeres is he? Not yet old enough for a man, nor yong enough for a boy: as a ſquaſh is before tis a peſcod, or a Codling when tis almoſt an Apple: Tis with him in ſtanding water, betweene boy and man. He is verie well-fauour'd, and he ſpeakes verie ſhrewiſhly: One would thinke his mothers milke were ſcarſe out of him. Let him approach: Call in my Gentlewoman. Gentlewoman, my Lady calles. Giue me my vaile: come throw it ore my face, Wee'l once more heare Orſinos Embaſſie. The honorable Ladie of the houſe, which is ſhe? Speake to me, I ſhall anſwer for her: your will. Moſt radiant, exquiſite, and vnmatchable beautie. I pray you tell me if this bee the Lady of the houſe, for I neuer ſaw her. I would bee loath to caſt away my ſpeech: for beſides that it is excellently well pend, I haue taken great paines to con it. Good Beauties, let mee ſuſtaine no ſcorne; I am very comptible, euen to the leaſt ſiniſter vſage. Whence came you ſir? I can ſay little more then I haue ſtudied, & that queſtion's out of my part. Good gentle one, giue mee modeſt aſſurance, if you be the Ladie of the houſe, that may proceede in my ſpeech. Are you a Comedian? No my profound heart: and yet (by the verie phangs of malice, I ſweare) I am not that I play. Are you the Ladie of the houſe?