Heywood, Thomas / Brome, Richard · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.80 · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
No succour. No relief. No comfort! Mawsy, my Mawsy, gentle Mawsy come, Come my sweet Puckling. My Mamilion. What do they say? They call their Spirits I think. Now a shame take you for a farthel of fools, have you known so many of the devil's tricks, and can be ignorant of that common feat of the old juggler; that is, to leave you all to the Law, when you are once seized on by the talons of Authority? I'll undertake this little Demigorgon Constable with these Commonwealth Characters upon his staff here, is able inspite of all your bugs-words, to stave off the grand Devil for doing any of you good till you come to his Kingdom to him, and there take what you can find. But Gentlemen, shall we try if we can by examination get from them something that may abbreviate the cause unto the wiser in Commission for the peace before we carry them before 'em. Let it be so. Well say, stand out Boy, stand out Miller, stand out Robin, stand out Soldier, and lay your accusation upon 'em. Speak Boy do you know these Creatures, women I dare not call 'em? Yes Sir, and saw them all in the barn together, and many more at their Feast and Witchery. And so did I, by a Devilish token, I was rid thither, though I rid home again as fast without switch or spur. I was ill handled by them in the Mill. And I sliced off a cat's foot there, that is since a hand, whoever wants it. How I and all my family have suffered you all know. And how I were bewitched my Pall. here knows. Yie Lall, and the Witch I knaw, an I prayen ye go me but leave to scrat her well-favouredly. Hold Parnell. ye can blame no honest woman, I trow, to scrat for the thing she loves. Ha, ha, ha. Do you laugh Gentlewoman? what say you to all these matters? I will say nothing, but what you know you know, And as the law shall find me let it take me. And so say I. And I. And I, other confession you get none from us. What say you Granny? Mamilion, ho Mamilion, Mamilion. Who's that you call? My friend, my Sweetheart, my Mamilion. You are not mad? Ah ha, that's her Devil, her Incubus I warrant; take her off from the rest they'll hurt her. Come hither poor old woman. I'll dandle a Witch a little, thou wilt speak, and tell the truth, and shalt have favour doubt not. Say art not thou a Witch? 'Tis folly to dissemble eye sir, I am one. And that Mamilion which thou call'st upon Is thy familiar Devil is't not? Nay prithee speak. Yes Sir. That's a good woman, how long hast had's acquaintance, ha? A matter of six years' Sir. A pretty matter. What was he like a man? Yes when I pleased. And then he lay with thee, did he not sometimes? 'tis folly to dissemble; twice a Week he never failed me.
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Length
516 words · 699 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.798 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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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)
No succour. No reliefe. No comfort! Mawsy, my Mawsy, gentle Mawsy come, Come my sweet Puckling. My Mamilion. What doe they say? They call their Spirits I thinke. Now a shame take you for a fardell offooles, have you knowne so many of the Divels tricks, and can be ignorant of that common feate of the old Iugler; that is, to leave you all to the Law, when you are once seized on by the tallons of Authority? Ile undertake this little Demigorgon Constable with these Common-wealth Characters upon his staffe here, is able inspite of all your bugs-words, to stave off the grand Divell for doing any of you good till you come to his Kingdome to him, and there take what you can finde. But Gentlemen, shall we try if we can by examination get from them something that may abbreviate the cause unto the wiser in Commission for the peace before wee carry them before 'em. Let it be so. Well say, stand out Boy, stand out Miller, stand out Robin, stand out Soldier, and lay your accusation upon 'em. Speake Boy doe you kno these Creatures, women I dare not call 'em? Yes Sir, and saw them all in the Barne together, and many more at their Feast and Witchery. And so did I, by a Divellish token, I was rid thither, though I rid home againe as fast without switch or spur. I was ill handled by them in the Mill. And I sliced off a Cats foot there, that is since a hand, who ever wants it. How I and all my family have suffered you all know. And how I were betwitched my Pall. here knowes. Yie Lall, and the Witch I knaw, an I prayen yeou goe me but leave to scrat her well-favorely. Hold Parnell. Yeou can blame no honest woman, I trow, to scrat for the thing she leoves. Ha, ha, ha. Doe ou laugh Gentlewoman? what say you to all these matters? I will say nothing, but what you know you know, And as the law shall finde me let it take me. And so say I. And I. And I, other confession you get none from us. What say you Granny? Mamilion, ho Mamilion, Mamilion. Who's that you call? My friend, my Sweet-heart, my Mamilion. You are not mad? Ah ha, that's her Divell, her Incubus I warrant; take her off from the rest they'l hurt her. Come hether poore old woman. Ile dandle a Witch a little, thou wilt speake, and tell the truth, and shalt have favour doubt not. Say art not thou a Witch? 'Tis folly to dissemble yie sir, I am one. And that Mamilion which thou call'st upon Is thy familiar Divell is't not? Nay prithee speake. Yes Sir. That's a good woman, how long hast had's acquaintance, ha? A matter of sixe yeares Sir. A pretty matter. What was he like a man? Yes when I pleas'd. And then he lay with thee, did he not sometimes? Tis folly to dissemble; twice a Weeke he never fail'd me.