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The Winter's Tale · chunk 1 of 50

Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals)
romance · King's Men
unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 476 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.

IF you shall chance (Camillo) to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on-foot, you shall see (as I have said) great difference betwixt our Bohemia, and your Sicilia. I think, this coming Summer, the King of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the Visitation, which he justly owes him. Wherein our Entertainment shall shame us: we will be justified in our Loves: for indeed— Beseech you— Verily I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence— in so rare— I know not what to say— We will give you sleepy Drinks, that your Senses (un-intelligent of our insufficience) may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us. You pay a great deal to dear, for what's given freely. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia: They were trained together in their Child-hoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature Dignities, and Royal Necessities, made separation of their Society, their Encounters (though not Personal) hath been Royally attornyed with interchange of Gifts, Letters, loving Embassies, that they have seemed to be together, though absent: shook hands, as over a Vast; and embraced as it were from the ends of opposed Winds. The Heavens continue their Loves. I think there is not in the World, either Malice or Matter, to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young Prince Mamillius: it is a Gentleman of the greatest Promise, that ever came into my Note. I very well agree with you, in the hopes of him: it is a gallant Child; one, that (indeed) Physics the Subject, makes old hearts fresh: they that went on Crutches ere he was borne, desire yet their life, to see him a Man. Would they else be content to die? Yes; if there were no other excuse, why they should desire to live. If the King had no Son, they would desire to live on Crutches till he had one. Nine Changes of the Watry-Starre hath been The Shepherd's Note, since we have left our Throne Without a Burden: Time as long again Would be filled up (my Brother) with our Thanks, And yet we should, for perpetuity, Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cipher (Yet standing in rich place) I multiply With one we thank you, many thousands more, That go before it. Stay your Thanks a while, And pay them when you part. Sir, that's to morrow: I am questioned by my fears, of what may chance, Or breed upon our absence, that may blow No sneaping Winds at home, to make us say, This is put forth too truly: besides, I have stayed To tire your Royalty.
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PlayThe Winter's Tale
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1623
First performance / composition (Annals)1610 [c.1610-1611]
First performance (BritDrama)1611
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
Genre (British Drama)romance
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 874 · TCP A11954 · DEEP 5081.14
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 0–29 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 50 in this edition
Length476 words · 645 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T14 — Royal love, favour and dynastic relationships at 0.664
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)
IF you ſhall chance (Camillo) to viſit Bohemia, on the like occaſion whereon my ſeruices are now on-foot, you ſhall ſee (as I haue ſaid) great difference betwixt our Bohemia, and your Sicilia. I thinke, this comming Summer, the King of Sicilia meanes to pay Bohemia the Viſitation, which hee iuſtly owes him. Wherein our Entertainment ſhall ſhame vs: we will be iuſtified in our Loues: for indeed— 'Beſeech you— Verely I ſpeake it in the freedome of my knowledge: we cannot with ſuch magnificence— in ſo rare— I know not what to ſay— Wee will giue you ſleepie Drinkes, that your Sences (vn-intelligent of our inſufficience) may, though they cannot prayſe vs, as little accuſe vs. You pay a great deale to deare, for what's giuen freely. 'Beleeue me, I ſpeake as my vnderſtanding inſtructs me, and as mine honeſtie puts it to vtterance. Sicilia cannot ſhew himſelfe ouer-kind to Bohemia: They were trayn'd together in their Child-hoods; and there rooted betwixt them then ſuch an affection, which cannot chuſe but braunch now. Since their more mature Dignities, and Royall Neceſſities, made ſeperation of their Societie, their Encounters (though not Perſonall) hath been Royally attornyed with enter-change of Gifts, Letters, louing Embaſſies, that they haue ſeem'd to be together, though abſent: ſhooke hands, as ouer a Vaſt; and embrac'd as it were from the ends of oppoſed Winds. The Heauens continue their Loues. I thinke there is not in the World, either Malice or Matter, to alter it. You haue an vnſpeakable comfort of your young Prince Mamillius: it is a Gentleman of the greateſt Promiſe, that euer came into my Note. I very well agree with you, in the hopes of him: it is a gallant Child; one, that (indeed) Phyſicks the Subiect, makes old hearts freſh: they that went on Crutches ere he was borne, deſire yet their life, to ſee him a Man. Would they elſe be content to die? Yes; if there were no other excuſe, why they ſhould deſire to liue. If the King had no Sonne, they would deſire to liue on Crutches till he had one. Nine Changes of the Watry-Starre hath been The Shepheards Note, ſince we haue left our Throne Without a Burthen: Time as long againe Would be fill'd vp (my Brother) with our Thanks, And yet we ſhould, for perpetuitie, Goe hence in debt: And therefore, like a Cypher (Yet ſtanding in rich place) I multiply With one we thanke you, many thouſands moe, That goe before it. Stay your Thanks a while, And pay them when you part. Sir, that's to morrow: I am queſtion'd by my feares, of what may chance, Or breed vpon our abſence, that may blow No ſneaping Winds at home, to make vs ſay, This is put forth too truly: beſides, I haue ſtay'd To tyre your Royaltie.