Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1609 [c.1608-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.80 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Is not this Boy revived from death? One Sand another Not more resembles that sweet Rosy Lad: Who died, and was Fidele: what think you? The same dead thing alive. Peace, peace, see further: he eyes us not, forbear Creatures may be alike: were it he, I am sure He would have spoke to us. But we see him dead. Be silent: let's see further. It is my Mistress: Since she is living, let the time run on, To good, or bad. Come, stand thou by our side, Make thy demand aloud. Sir, step you forth, Give answer to this Boy, and do it freely, Or by our Greatness, and the grace of it (Which is our Honour) bitter torture shall Winnow the truth from falsehood. One speak to him. My boon is, that this Gentleman may render Of whom he had this Ring. What's that to him? That Diamond upon your Finger, say How came it yours? Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken, that Which to be spoke, would torture thee. How? me? I am glad to be constrained to utter that Which torments me to conceal. By Villainy I got this Ring; 'twas Leonatus jewel, Whom thou didst banish: and which more may grieve thee, As it doth me: a Nobler Sir, ne'er lived 'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more my Lord? All that belongs to this. That Paragon, thy daughter, For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits Quail to remember. Give me leave, I faint. My Daughter? what of her? Renew thy strength I had rather thou shouldst live, while Nature will, Then die ere I hear more: strive man, and speak. Upon a time, unhappy was the clock That strooke the hour: it was in Rome, accursed The Mansion where: 'twas at a Feast, oh would Our Viands had been poisoned (or at least Those which I heaved to head:) the good Posthumus, (What should I say? he was too good to be Where ill men were, and was the best of all Amongst the rarest of good ones) sitting sadly, Hearing us praise our Loves of Italy For Beauty, that made barren the swelled boast Of him that best could speak: for Feature, laming The Shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva, Postures, beyond brief Nature. For Condition, A shop of all the qualities, that man Loves woman for, besides that hook of Wiving, Fairness, which strikes the eye. I stand on fire. Come to the matter. All too soon I shall, Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly. This Posthumus, Most like a Noble Lord, in love, and one That had a Royal Lover, took his hint, And (not dispraising whom we praised, therein He was as calm as virtue) he began His Mistress picture, which, by his tongue, being made, And then a mind put in't, either our brags Were craked of Kitchin-Trulles, or his description Proved us unspeaking sots. Nay, nay, to ' th' purpose.
nodes 2938–3005 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 49 of 54 in this edition
Length
495 words · 680 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.801 (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)
Is not this Boy reuiu'd from death? One Sand another Not more reſembles that ſweet Roſie Lad: Who dyed, and was Fidele: what thinke you? The ſame dead thing aliue. Peace, peace, ſee further: he eyes vs not, forbeare Creatures may be alike: were 't he, I am ſure He would haue ſpoke to vs. But we ſee him dead. Be ſilent: let's ſee further. It is my Miſtris: Since ſhe is liuing, let the time run on, To good, or bad. Come, ſtand thou by our ſide, Make thy demand alowd. Sir, ſtep you forth, Giue anſwer to this Boy, and do it freely, Or by our Greatneſſe, and the grace of it (Which is our Honor) bitter torture ſhall Winnow the truth from falſhood. One ſpeake to him. My boone is, that this Gentleman may render Of whom he had this Ring. What's that to him? That Diamond vpon your Finger, ſay How came it yours? Thou'lt torture me to leaue vnſpoken, that Which to be ſpoke, wou'd torture thee. How? me? I am glad to be conſtrain'd to vtter that Which torments me to conceale. By Villany I got this Ring; 'twas Leonatus Iewell, Whom thou did'ſt baniſh: and which more may greeue thee, As it doth me: a Nobler Sir, ne're liu'd 'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou heare more my Lord? All that belongs to this. That Paragon, thy daughter, For whom my heart drops blood, and my falſe ſpirits Quaile to remember. Giue me leaue, I faint. My Daughter? what of hir? Renew thy ſtrength I had rather thou ſhould'ſt liue, while Nature will, Then dye ere I heare more: ſtriue man, and ſpeake. Vpon a time, vnhappy was the clocke That ſtrooke the houre: it was in Rome, accurſt The Manſion where: 'twas at a Feaſt, oh would Our Viands had bin poyſon'd (or at leaſt Thoſe which I heau'd to head:) the good Poſthumus, (What ſhould I ſay? he was too good to be Where ill men were, and was the beſt of all Among'ſt the rar'ſt of good ones) ſitting ſadly, Hearing vs praiſe our Loues of Italy For Beauty, that made barren the ſwell'd boaſt Of him that beſt could ſpeake: for Feature, laming The Shrine of Ʋenus, or ſtraight-pight Minerua, Poſtures, beyond breefe Nature. For Condition, A ſhop of all the qualities, that man Loues woman for, beſides that hooke of Wiuing, Faireneſſe, which ſtrikes the eye. I ſtand on fire. Come to the matter. All too ſoone I ſhall, Vnleſſe thou would'ſt greeue quickly. This Poſthumus, Moſt like a Noble Lord, in loue, and one That had a Royall Louer, tooke his hint, And (not diſpraiſing whom we prais'd, therein He was as calme as vertue) he began His Miſtris picture, which, by his tongue, being made, And then a minde put in't, either our bragges Were crak'd of Kitchin-Trulles, or his deſcription Prou'd vs vnſpeaking ſottes. Nay, nay, to' th' purpoſe.