Heywood, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.75 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
I Sir do't? Yes, by the love thou owest me; do you pause? If ever I deserved the name of friend, Or hopest hereafter I may merit off thee, Make it thy sole endeavours Doubly captived: Honour should still precede love: Sir, I will, Though I to cure another, myself kill. How long is't since those Gentlemen of Spain arrived here? Three days since, Lady. Came there no letters along with 'em from Spain? some note there? Not to my hands. Has Bonavid. that name methinks revives me, I dare not tax him of neglect, and yet I am very pleasant this morning, let's have a song Rosara: I would have the subject love, and yet modest to, and yet a little wanton, yet chaste and innocent as dreams of coals, and hearst thou? where Bonavida's name vouchsafes to grace the ditty, there let music speak in its smoothest phrase, and most courtly singing, stay, thou art a jewel to precious to be washed with, thou wert given to dear purpose: honoured with this, lie there. The ditties done. And I have done, a dryer. How am I blessed: occasion I thank thee, Thy absence Bonavid, makes each minute seem an hour and thy delay, makes infant time look old, and were't not for this pledge of thy affection— Rosara, Maid. Your pleasure madam? Reach me my Ring. What Ring, Lady? Dost ask that question? that of the basin? Trust me madam, I saw none. Speak not again upon thy life, where is the water? Thrown out Madam, and with it I fear the Ring, but I'll— Find it again, or lose thyself, inconsiderate girl, how are my hopes betrayed through thy rash negligence, was my blood pleasant for this? my thoughts, joyful for this?— how now, hast found it? Nor ever shall I fear Madam. How, never? Then lose thyself, my hopes are lost for ever, torches and lights there, find it again, or never see me more. Your will's a law, which I intend not suddenly to infringe, and have I got thee my best happiness? now to my Don of Spain, the next news you hear of me, is a Ladyship at least; but fie on this idleness, I stand on thorns till I be in action. You find her pliant? As a thing of wax, never was thrifty trader more willing to put of a sulk commodity, than she was to truck for her maidenhead, I admire her forwardness. Call of the animal, she takes her entrance just at her cue step you aside for fear of suspicion. Oh, master Oracle, sweet master Oracle! How thrives your project? works it into fashion? Beyond hope or expectation, was there not a Don of Spain here, to speak with me? Not I assure you? you have met him then? Yes, and so met him, sweet M. Oracle, I am bound to you for ever.
Blackfriars;Globe;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
tragicomedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1040 · TCP A03190 · DEEP 858
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 929–964 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 36 in this edition
Length
486 words · 655 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.753 (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)
I Sir doo't? Yes, by the love thou owest me; doe you pawse? If ever I deserv'd the name of friend, Or hopest hereafter I may merit off thee, Make it thy sole endevours Doubly captived: Honour should still preseede love: Sir, I will, Though I to cure another, my selfe kill. How long is't since those Gentlemen of Spaine arrived here? Three dayes since, Lady. Came there no letters along with 'em from Spaine? some note there? Not to my hands. Has Bonavid. that name me thinks revives me, I dare not taxe him of neglect, and yet I am very pleasant this morning, lets have a song Rsara: I would have the subject love, and yet modest to, and yet a little wanton, yet chast and innocent as dreams of coles, and hearst thou? where Bonavida's name vouchsafes to grace the ditty, there let musicke speak in its smoothest phrase, and most courtly singing, stay, thou art a jewell to pretious to e wash'd with, thou wert given to deare purpose: honour'd with this, lye there. The ditties done. And I have done, a dryer. How am I blest: occasion I thank thee, Thy absence Bonavid, makes each minute seeme an hower and thy delay, makes infant time look old, and were't not for this pledge of thy affection—Rosara, Maide. Your pleasure madam? Reach me my Ring. What Ring, Lady? Dost aske that question? that of the bason? Trust me madam, I saw none. Speak not againe upon thy life, where is the water? Throwne out Madam, and with it I feare the Ring, but Ile— Find it againe, or lose thy selfe, inconsiderate girle, how are my hopes betraid through thy rash negligence, was myblood pleasant for this? my thoughts, Ioyfull for this?—how now, hast found it? Nor ever shall I feare Madam. How, never? Then lose thy selfe, my hopes are lost for ever, torches and lights there, finde it againe, or never see me more. Your will's a law, which I intend not suddenly to infringe, and have I got thee my best happinesse? now to my Don of Spaine, the next newes you heare of me, is a Ladiship at least; but fie on this idlenesse, I stand on thornes till I be in action. You finde her pliant? As a thing of wax, never was thrity trader more willing to put of a sullke commodity, than she was to truck for her maydenhead, I admire her forwardnesse. Call of the animall, she takes her entrance just at her qstep you aside for feare of suspition. Oh, master Oracle, sweete master Oracle! How thrives your project? workes it into fashion? Beyond hope or expectation, was there not a Don of Spaine heere, to speake with me? Not I assure you? you have met him then? Yes, and so met him, sweet M. Oracle, I am bound to you for ever.