Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.85 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Oh ho, do you come near me now: no worse man than sir Toby to look to me. This concurres directly with the Letter, she sends him on purpose, that I may appear stubborn to him: for she incites me to that in the Letter. Cast thy humble slough says she: be opposite with a Kinsman, surly with servants, let thy tongue langer with arguments of state, put thyself into the trick of singularity: and consequently sets down the manner how: as a sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some Sir of note, and so forth. I have limed her, but it is Jove's doing, and Ioue make me thankful. And when she went away now, let this Fellow be looked too: Fellow? not Maluolio, nor after my degree, but Fellow. Why every thing adheres together, that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumstance: What can be said? Nothing that can be, can come between me, and the full prospect of my hopes. Well Ioue, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked. Which way is he in the name of sanctity. If all the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself possessed him, yet I'll speak to him. here he is, here he is: how is't with you sir? How is't with you man? Go off, I discard you: let me enjoy my private: go off. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him; did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my Lady prays you to have a care of him. Ah ha', does she so? Go too, go too: peace, peace, we must deal gently with him: Let me alone. How do you Maluolio? How is't with you? What man, defy the devil: consider, he's an enemy to mankind. Do you know what you say? La you, and you speak ill of the devil, how he takes it at heart Pray God he be not bewitched. Carry his water to th' wise woman. Marry and it shall be done to morrow morning if I live. My Lady would not lose him for more than i'll say. How now mistress? Oh Lord. Prithee hold thy peace, this is not the way: Do you not see you move him? Let me alone with him. No way but gentleness, gently, gently: the Fiend is rough, and will not be roughly used. Why how now my bawcock? how dost thou chuck? Sir. I biddy, come with me. What man, 'tis not for gravity to play at cherry pit with sathan Hang him foul collier. Get him to say his prayers, good sir Toby get him to pray. My prayers Minx. No I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness. Go hang yourselves all: you are idle shallow things, I am not of your element, you shall know more hereafter. Is't possible? If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
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Length
510 words · 677 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.849 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Oh ho, do you come neere me now: no worſe man then ſir Toby to looke to me. This concurres directly with the Letter, ſhe ſends him on purpoſe, that I may appeare ſtubborne to him: for ſhe incites me to that in the Letter. Caſt thy humble ſlough ſayes ſhe: be oppoſite with a Kinſman, ſurly with ſeruants, let thy tongue langer with arguments of ſtate, put thy ſelfe into the tricke of ſingularity: and conſequently ſetts downe the manner how: as a ſad face, a reuerend carriage, a ſlow tongue, in the habite of ſome Sir of note, and ſo foorth. I haue lymde her, but it is Ioues doing, and Ioue make me thankefull. And when ſhe went away now, let this Fellow be look'd too: Fellow? not Maluolio, nor after my degree, but Fellow. Why euery thing adheres togither, that no dramme of a ſcruple, no ſcruple of a ſcruple, no obſtacle, no incredulous or vnſafe circumſtance: What can be ſaide? Nothing that can be, can come betweene me, and the full proſpect of my hopes. Well Ioue, not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked. Which way is hee in the name of ſanctity. If all the diuels of hell be drawne in little, and Legion himſelfe poſſeſt him, yet Ile ſpeake to him. Heere he is, heere he is: how iſt with you ſir? How iſt with you man? Go off, I diſcard you: let me enioy my priuate: go off. Lo, how hollow the ſend ſpeakes within him; did not I tell you? Sir Toby, my Lady prayes you to haue a care of him. Ah ha, does ſhe ſo? Go too, go too: peace, peace, wee muſt deale gently with him: Let me alone. How do you Maluolio? How iſt with you? What man, defie the diuell: conſider, he's an enemy to mankinde. Do you know what you ſay? La you, and you ſpeake ill of the diuell, how he takes it at heart Pray God he be not bewitch'd. Carry his water to th' wiſe woman. Marry and it ſhall be done to morrow morning if I liue. My Lady would not looſe him for more then ile ſay. How now miſtris? Oh Lord. Prethee hold thy peace, this is not the way: Doe you not ſee you moue him? Let me alone with him. No way but gentleneſſe, gently, gently: the Fiend is rough, and will not be roughly vs'd. Why how now my bawcock? how doſt yu chuck? Sir. I biddy, come with me. What man, tis not for grauity to play at cherrie pit with ſathan Hang him foul Colir. Get him to ſay his prayers, good ſir Toby gette him to pray. My prayers Minx. No I warrant you, he will not heare of godlyneſſe. Go hang your ſelues all: you are ydle ſhallowe things, I am not of your element, you ſhall knowe more heereafter. Iſt poſsible? If this were plaid vpon a ſtage now, I could condemne it as an improbable fiction.