Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Twelfth Night, or What You Will · chunk 22 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 · 483 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.

Marry I saw your Niece do more favours to the Count's serving-man, than ever she bestowed upon me: I saw't i' th' Orchard. Did she see the while, old boy, tell me that. As plain as I see you now. This was a great argument of love in her toward you. 'Slight; will you make an Ass o'me. I will prove it legitimate sir, upon the Oaths of judgement, and reason. And they have been grand jury men, since before Noah was a Sailor. She did show favour to the youth in your sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to put fire in your Heart, and brimstone in your Liver: you should then have accosted her, and with some excellent jests, firenew from the mint, you should have bangd the youth into dumbness: this was looked for at your hand, and this was balked: the double gilt of this opportunity you let time wash off, and you are now sailed into the North of my Lady's opinion, where you will hang like an ysickle on a Dutchmans' beard, unless you do redeem it, by some laudable attempt, either of valour or policy. an't be any way, it must be with Valour, for policy I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist, as a Politician. Why then build me thy fortunes upon the basis of valour. Challenge me the Count's youth to sight with him hurt him in eleven places, my Niece shall take note of it, and assure thyself, there is no love-broker in the world, can more prevail in man's commendation with woman, then report of valour. There is no way but this sir Andrew. Will either of you bear me a challenge to him? o, write it in a martial hand, be curst and briefe: it is no matter how wittie, so it bee eloquent, and full of inuention: taunt hi with the license of Inke: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amisse, and as many Lyes, as will lye in thy sheete of paper, although the sheete were bigge enough for the bedde of Ware in England, set 'em downe, go about it. Let there bee gaulle enough in thy inke, though thou write with a Gooe-pen, no matter: about it. Where shall I find you? we'll call thee at the Cubiculo: Go. This is a dear Manakin to you Sir Toby. I have been dear to him lad, some two thousand strong, or so. We shall have a rare Letter from him; but you'll not delivered. Never trust me then: and by all means stir on the youth to an answer. I think Oxen and waine-ropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were opened and you find so much blood in his Liver, as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of th' anatomy.
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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 863–881 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 39 in this edition
Length483 words · 651 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T27 — Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and patronage at 0.794
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)
Marry I ſaw your Neece do more fauours to the Counts Seruing-man, then euer ſhe beſtow'd vpon mee: I ſaw't i' th Orchard. Did ſhe ſee the while, old boy, tell me that. As plaine as I ſee you now. This was a great argument of loue in her toward you. S'light; will you make an Aſſe o'me. I will proue it legitimate ſir, vpon the Oathes of iudgement, and reaſon. And they haue beene grand Iurie men, ſince before Noah was a Saylor. Shee did ſhew fauour to the youth in your ſight, onely to exaſperate you, to awake your dormouſe valour, to put fire in your Heart, and brimſtone in your Liuer: you ſhould then haue accoſted her, and with ſome excellent ieſts, fire-new from the mint, you ſhould haue bangd the youth into dumbeneſſe: this was look'd for at your hand, and this was bulkt: the double gilt of this opportunitie you let time waſh off▪ and you are now ſayld into the North of my Ladies opinion, where you will hang like an yſickle on a Dutchmans beard, vnleſſe you do redeeme it, by ſome laudable attempt, either of valour or policie. And't be any way, it muſt be with Valour, for policie I hate: I had as liefe be a Browniſt, as a Politician. Why then build me thy fortunes vpon the baſis of valour. Challenge me the Counts youth to ſight with him hurt him in eleuen places, my Neece ſhall take note of it, and aſſure thy ſelfe, there is no loue-Broker in the world, can more preuaile in mans commendation with woman, then report of valour. There is no way but this ſir Andrew. Will either of you beare me a challenge to him? o, write it in a martial hand, be curſt and briefe: it is no matter how wittie, ſo it bee eloquent, and full of inuention: taunt hi with the licenſe of Inke: if thou thou'ſt him ſome thrice, it ſhall not be amiſſe, and as many Lyes, as will lye in thy ſheete of paper, although the ſheete were bigge enough for the bedde of Ware in England, ſet 'em downe, go about it. Let there bee gaulle enough in thy inke, though thou write with a Gooe-pen, no matter: about it. Where ſhall I finde you? Wee'l call thee at the Cubiculo: Go. This is a deere Manakin to you Sir Toby. I haue beene deere to him lad, ſome two thouſand ſtrong, or ſo. We ſhall haue a rare Letter from him; but you'le not deliuer't. Neuer truſt me then: and by all meanes ſtirre on the youth to an anſwer. I thinke Oxen and waine-ropes cannot hale them together. For Andrew, if he were open'd and you finde ſo much blood in his Liuer, as will clog the foote of a flea, Ile eate the reſt of th' anatomy.