Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Twelfth Night, or What You Will · chunk 10 of 39

Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 494 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.

Will you stay no longer: nor will you not that I go with you. By your patience, no: my stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate, might perhaps distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave, that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound. No sooth sir: my determinate voyage is mere extravagancie. But I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me, what I am willing to keep in: therefore it charges me in manners, the rather to express myself: you must know of me then Antonio, my name is Sebastian (which I called Rodorigo) my father was that Sebastian of Messalina, whom I know you have heard of. He left behind him, myself, and a sister, both borne in an hour: if the Heavens had been pleased, would we had so ended. But you sir, altered that, for some hour before you took me from the breach of the sea, was my sister drowned. Alas the day. A Lady sir, though it was said she much resembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but though I could not with such estimable wonder over-farre believe that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her, she bore a mind that envy could not but call fair: She is drowned already sir with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. Pardon me sir, your bad entertainment. O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble. If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your servant. If you will not undo what you have done, that is kill him, whom you have recovered, desire it not. Far ye well at once, my bosom is full of kindness, and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that upon the least occasion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me: I am bound to the Count Orsino's Court, farewell. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee: I have many enemies in Orsino's Court, Else would I very shortly see thee there: But come what may, I do adore thee so, That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. Were not you even now, with the Countess Olivia? Even now sir, on a moderate pace, I have since arrived but hither. She returns this Ring to you (sir) you might have saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. She adds moreover, that you should put your Lord into a desperate assurance, she will none of him. And one thing more, that you be never so hardy: o come again in his affairs, unless it be to report your Lords taking of this: receive it so. She took the Ring of me, I'll none of it.
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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 392–410 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 39 in this edition
Length494 words · 621 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T32 — Rings and jewels as tokens at 0.796
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)
Will you ſtay no longer: nor will you not that I go with you. By your patience, no: my ſtarres ſhine darkely ouer me; the malignancie of my fate, might perhaps diſtemper yours; therefore I ſhall craue of you your leaue, that I may beare my euils alone. It were a bad recompence for your loue, to lay any of them on you. Let me yet know of you, whither you are bound. No ſooth ſir: my determinate voyage is meere extrauagancie. But I perceiue in you ſo excellent a touch of modeſtie, that you will not extort from me, what I am willing to keepe in: therefore it charges me in manners, the rather to expreſſe my ſelfe: you muſt know of mee then Antonio, my name is Sebaſtian (which I call'd Rodorigo) my father was that Sebaſtian of Meſſaline, whom I know you haue heard of. He left behinde him, my ſelfe, and a ſiſter, both borne in an houre: if the Heauens had beene pleas'd, would we had ſo ended. But you ſir, alter'd that, for ſome houre before you tooke me from the breach of the ſea, was my ſiſter drown'd. Alas the day. A Lady ſir, though it was ſaid ſhee much reſembled me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but hogh I could not with ſuch eſtimable wonder ouer-farre beleeue that, yet thus farre I will boldly publiſh her, ſhee bore a minde that enuy could not but call faire: Shee is drown'd already ſir with ſalt water, though I ſeeme to drowne her remembrance againe with more. Pardon me ſir, your bad entertainment. O good Antonio, forgiue me your trouble. If you will not murther me for my loue, let mee be your ſeruant. If you will not vndo what you haue done, that is kill him, whom you haue recouer'd, deſire it not. Fare ye well at once, my boſome is full of kindneſſe, and I am yet ſo neere the manners of my mother, that vpon the leaſt occaſion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me: I am bound to the Count Orſino's Court, farewell. The gentleneſſe of all the gods go with thee: I haue many enemies in Orſino's Court, Elſe would I very ſhortly ſee thee there: But come what may, I do adore thee ſo, That danger ſhall ſeeme ſport, and I will go. Were not you eu'n now, with the Counteſſe Oliuia? Euen now ſir, on a moderate pace, I haue ſince ariu'd but hither. She returnes this Ring to you (ſir) you might haue ſaued mee my paines, to haue taken it away your ſelfe. She adds moreouer, that you ſhould put your Lord into a deſperate aſſurance, ſhe will none of him. And one thing more, that you be neuer ſo hardie: o come againe in his affaires, vnleſſe it bee to report your Lords taking of this: receiue it ſo. She tooke the Ring of me, Ile none of it.