Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Winter's Tale · chunk 46 of 50

Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals)
romance · King's Men
T38 Death, parting and grief at court typicality 0.78 · 451 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.

No. Then have you lost a Sight which was to be seen, cannot be spoken of. There might you have beheld one joy crown another, so and in such manner, that it seemed Sorrow wept to take leave of them: for their joy waded in tears. There was casting up of Eyes, holding up of Hands, with Countenance of such distraction, that they were to be known by Garment, not by favour. Our King being ready to leap out of himself, for joy of his found Daughter; as if that joy were now become a Loss, cries, Oh, thy Mother, thy Mother: then asks Bohemia forgiveness, then embraces his Son-in-law: then again worryes he his Daughter, with clipping her. Now he thanks the old Shepherd (which stands by, like a Weather-bitten Conduit, of many King's Reigns.) I never heard of such another Encounter; which lame Report to follow it, and vndo's description to do it. What, 'pray you, became of Antigonus, that carried hence the Child? Like an old Tale still, which will have matter to rehearse, though Credit be asleep, and not an ear open; he was torn to pieces with a Bear: This avouches the Shepherd's Son; who has not only his Innocence (which seems much) to justify him, but a Handkerchief and Rings of his, that Paulina knows. What became of his Bark, and his Followers? Wracked the same instant of their Master's death, and in the view of the Shepherd: so that all the Instruments which aided to expose the Child, were even then loft, when it was found. But oh the Noble Combat, that 'twixt joy and Sorrow was fought in Paulina. She had one Eye declined for the loss of her Husband, another elevated, that the Oracle was fulfilled: She lifted the Princess from the Earth, and so locks her in embracing, as if she would pin her to her heart, that she might no more be in danger of losing. The Dignity of this Act was worth the audience of Kings and Princes, for by such was it acted. One of the prettyest touches of all, and that which angled for mine Eyes (caught the Water, though not the Fish) was, when at the Relation of the Queen's death (with the manner how she came to't bravely confessed, and lamented by the King) how attentiveness wounded his Daughter, till (from one sign of dolour to another) she did (with an Alas) I would fain say, bleed Tears; for I am sure, my heart wept blood. Who was most Marble, there changed colour: some swownded, all sorrowed: if all the World could have seen't, the Woe had been universal. Are they returned to the Court?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 2534–2542 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 46 of 50 in this edition
Length451 words · 593 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T38 — Death, parting and grief at court cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.785 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T6 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
No. Then haue you loſt a Sight which was to bee ſeene, cannot bee ſpoken of. There might you haue beheld one Ioy crowne another, ſo and in ſuch manner, that it ſeem'd Sorrow wept to take leaue of them: for their Ioy waded in teares. There was caſting vp of Eyes, holding vp of Hands, with Countenance of ſuch diſtraction, that they were to be knowne by Garment, not by Fauor. Our King being ready to leape out of himſelfe, for ioy of his found Daughter; as if that Ioy were now become a Loſſe, cryes, Oh, thy Mother, thy Mother: then askes Bohemia forgiueneſſe, then embraces his Sonne-in-Law: then againe worryes he his Daughter, with clipping her. Now he thanks the old Shepheard (which ſtands by, like a Weather-bitten Conduit, of many Kings Reignes.) I neuer heard of ſuch another Encounter; which lames Report to follow it, and vndo's deſcription to doe it. What, 'pray you, became of Antigonus, that carryed hence the Child? Like an old Tale ſtill, which will haue matter to rehearſe, though Credit be aſleepe, and not an eare open; he was torne to pieces with a Beare: This auouches the Shepheards Sonne; who ha's not onely his Innocence (which ſeemes much) to iuſtifie him, but a Hand-kerchief and Rings of his▪ that Paulina knowes. What became of his Barke, and his Followers? Wrackt the ſame inſtant of their Maſters death, and in the view of the Shepheard: ſo that all the Inſtruments which ayded to expoſe the Child, were euen then loft, when it was found. But oh the Noble Combat, that 'twixt Ioy and Sorrow was fought in Paulina. Shee had one Eye declin'd for the loſſe of her Husband, another eleuated, that the Oracle was fulfill'd: Shee lifted the Princeſſe from the Earth, and ſo locks her in embracing, as if ſhee would pin her to her heart, that ſhee might no more be in danger of looſing. The Dignitie of this Act was worth the audience of Kings and Princes, for by ſuch was it acted. One of the prettyeſt touches of all, and that which angl'd for mine Eyes (caught the Water, though not the Fiſh) was, when at the Relation of the Queenes death (with the manner how ſhee came to't brauely confeſs'd, and lamented by the King) how attentiueneſſe wounded his Daughter, till (from one ſigne of dolour to another) ſhee did (with an Alas) I would faine ſay, bleed Teares; for I am ſure, my heart wept blood. Who was moſt Marble, there changed colour: ſome ſwownded, all ſorrowed: if all the World could haue ſeen't, the Woe had beene vniuerſall. Are they returned to the Court?