Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1609 [c.1608-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.89 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Have patience Sir, And take your Ring again, 'tis not yet won: It may be probable she lost it: or Who knows if one her women, being corrupted Hath stolen it from her. Very true, And so I hope he came by't: back my Ring, Render to me some corporal sign about her More evident than this: for this was stolen. By Iupiter, I had it from her Arme. Hark you, he swears: by Iupiter he swears. 'Tis true, nay keep the Ring; 'tis true: I am sure She would not lose it: her Attendants are All sworn, and honourable: they induced to steal it? And by a Stranger? No, he hath enjoyed her, The Cognisance of her incontinency Is this: she hath bought the name of Whore, thus dearly There, take thy hire, and all the Fiends of Hell Divide themselves between you. Sir, be patiented: This is not strong enough to be believed Of one persuaded well of. Never talk on't: She hath been colted by him. If you seek For further satisfying, under her Breast (Worthy her pressing) lies a Mole, right proud Of that most delicate Lodging. By my life I kissed it, and it gave me present hunger To feed again, though full. You do remember This stain upon her? I, and it doth confirm Another stain, as big as Hell can hold, Were there no more but it. Will you hear more? Spare your Arithmetic, Never count the Turns: Once, and a Million. I'll be sworn. No swearing: If you will swear you have not doneed, you lie, And I will kill thee, if thou dost deny Thou'st made me Cuckold. I'll deny nothing. O that I had her here, to tear her Limb-meale: I will go there and do't, i' th' Court, before Her Father. I'll do something. Quite besides The government of Patience. You have won: Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath He hath against himself. With all my heart. Is there no way for Men to be, but Women Must be halfe-workers? We are all Bastards, And that most venerable man, which I Did call my Father, was, I know not where When I was stamped. Some Coyner with his Tools Made me a counterfeit: yet my Mother seemed The Diana of that time: so doth my Wife The Non-pareill of this. Oh Vengeance, Vengeance! Me of my lawful pleasure she restrained, And prayed me oft forbearance: did it with A pudencie so Rosy, the sweet view on't Might well have warmed old Saturn; That I thought her As Chaste, as vn-sunned Snow. Oh, all the Devils! This yellow Iachimo in an hour, was't not? Or less; at first? Perchance he spoke not, but Like a full Acorned Boar, a jarmen on, cried oh, and mounted; found no opposition But what he looked for, should oppose, and she Should from encounter guard. Can I find out
nodes 1073–1143 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 54 in this edition
Length
487 words · 670 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.885 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T33 · seed 44: T32 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Haue patience Sir, And take your Ring againe, 'tis not yet wonne: It may be probable ſhe loſt it: or Who knowes if one her women, being corrupted Hath ſtolne it from her. Very true, And ſo I hope he came by't: backe my Ring, Render to me ſome corporall ſigne about her More euident then this: for this was ſtolne. By Iupiter, I had it from her Arme. Hearke you, he ſweares: by Iupiter he ſweares. 'Tis true, nay keepe the Ring; 'tis true: I am ſure She would not looſe it: her Attendants are All ſworne, and honourable: they induc'd to ſteale it? And by a Stranger? No, he hath enioy'd her, The Cogniſance of her incontinencie Is this: ſhe hath bought the name of Whore, thus deerly There, take thy hyre, and all the Fiends of Hell Diuide themſelues betweene you. Sir, be patient: This is not ſtrong enough to be beleeu'd Of one perſwaded well of. Neuer talke on't: She hath bin colted by him. If you ſeeke For further ſatisfying, vnder her Breaſt (Worthy her preſſing) lyes a Mole, right proud Of that moſt delicate Lodging. By my life I kiſt it, and it gaue me preſent hunger To feede againe, though full. You do remember This ſtaine vpon her? I, and it doth confirme Another ſtaine, as bigge as Hell can hold, Were there no more but it. Will you heare more? Spare your Arethmaticke, Neuer count the Turnes: Once, and a Million. Ile be ſworne. No ſwearing: If you will ſweare you haue not done't, you lye, And I will kill thee, if thou do'ſt deny Thou'ſt made me Cuckold. Ile deny nothing. O that I had her heere, to teare her Limb-meale: I will go there and doo't, i' th' Court, before Her Father. Ile do ſomething. Quite beſides The gouernment of Patience. You haue wonne: Let's follow him, and peruert the preſent wrath He hath againſt himſelfe. With all my heart. Is there no way for Men to be, but Women Muſt be halfe-workers? We are all Baſtards, And that moſt venerable man, which I Did call my Father, was, I know not where When I was ſtampt. Some Coyner with his Tooles Made me a counterfeit: yet my Mother ſeem'd The Dian of that time: ſo doth my Wife The Non-pareill of this. Oh Vengeance, Vengeance! Me of my lawfull pleaſure ſhe reſtrain'd, And pray'd me oft forbearance: did it with A pudencie ſo Roſie, the ſweet view on't Might well haue warm'd olde Saturne; That I thought her As Chaſte, as vn-Sunn'd Snow. Oh, all the Diuels! This yellow Iachimo in an houre, was't not? Or leſſe; at firſt? Perchance he ſpoke not, but Like a full Acorn'd Boare, a Iarmen on, Cry'de oh, and mounted; found no oppoſition But what he look'd for, ſhould oppoſe, and ſhe Should from encounter guard. Could I finde out