Heywood, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.91 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
This by my direction is the place, the labour in vain, and here spite of delay, she has prevented my haste, you see I keep my word sweet. And that's somewhat strange, in a gallant of your rank. But usual in a lover, may we presume upon the trust of this gentleman? Why, do not you know him? Oh strange! why 'tis M. Oracle man; trust him? and I had a Maidenhead to spare, I durst trust it naked in bed with him. Sir, though both strangers, yet fates past, and fortunes to come, are better known to me, than yourselves: have you got the Ring? Have I? have I not? the handsomest way I had for't. Sweet, I am come to make tender of my promise. The like purpose bring we Sir. You have my heart already. For which take mine, and that Ring to boot: and M. Welcome as health to the house of sickness: and now, where how, what, when? How is't Sir? I see a sudden sign of alteration in you. And can you blame me, my blood chills, my nerves faint. I am abused, my attendant Daemon prompts me, I am abused. Where? Or by whom? Here, and by thee, by both a false imposture and a common Strumpet. Do you mistrust my honesty? Or my Art? Both, they are both dissembled, and my noble purpose frustrate, this is not the Ring. Not the Ring? And you the woman my fate points at; how simple innocence may be played upon? How, not the Ring? return it back then. No, I will keep it to witness and evidence against you, for instantly expect the severest punishment law can inflict upon Impostures of this kind. Disparagement to my Art, have you brought a false Ring? The right on my faith, as I hoped to be a Lady, the right. I am proud of that, this trial was not amiss though. But Oh master Oracle, how have you deceived me? I was deceived myself, I see my error now; only a mistake in the sign, I sought for Mercury in one house, and he lodged in the next, I must change my lodging, the City stones will grow too hot for me, I must go cool my feet in the suburbs. The all and only mistake was in the sign. The Labour in vain, a fire on the sign, and you too; my Donna turned to this? my preferment to this? a Lady in the Morning, and a beggar before noon? here's quick work indeed; a cunning man? a cunning Rogue If ere it be my luck to see thee preach through a pillory, as one of the cast limbs of your cursed crew did not long since, the hangman shall have you by the ears for this: but I'll back and lay my case open to my Lady. Your only curses, and now aboard for Spain, Her shame's our honour, and her loss our gain.
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 965–995 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 36 in this edition
Length
498 words · 632 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.905 (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)
This by my direction is the place▪ the labour in vaine, and here spite of delay, she has prevented myhast, you see I keep my word swte. And that's somewhat strange, in a gallant of your . But usuall in a lover, may wee presume upon the trust of this gentleman? Why, doe not you know him? Oh strange! why 'tis M. Oracle man; trust him? and I had a Maiden-head to spare, I durst trust it naked in bed with him. Sir, though both strangers, yet fates past, and fortunes to come, are better knowne to me, than your selves: have you got the Ring? Have I? have I not? the handsomest way I had ort. Sweet, I am come to make tender of my promise. The like purpose bring we Sir. You have my heart already. For which take mine, and that Ring to boote: and M. Welcome as health to the house of sicknes: and now, where how, what, when? How is't Sir? I see a sudden signe of alteration in you. And can you blame me, my blood chils, my nerves faint. I am abus'd, my attendant Daemon prompts me, I am abus'd. Where? Or by whom? Here, and by thee, by both a false imposture and a common Strumpet. Doe you mistrust my honesty? Or my Art? Both, they are both dissembled, and my noble purpose frustrate, this is not the Ring. Not the Ring? And you the woman my fate points at; how simple innocence may be plaid upon? How, not the Ring? returne it backe then. No, I will keepe it to witnesse and evidence against you, for instantly expect the severest punishment law can inflict upon Impostures of this kinde. Disparagement to my Art, have you brought a fals Ring? The right on my faith, as I hop'd to be a Lady, the right. I am proud of that, this tryall was not amisse though. But Oh master Oracle, how have you deceiv'd me? I was deceiv'd my selfe, I see my errour now; onely a mistake in the signe, I sought for Mercury in one house, and hee logd'd in the next, I must change my lodging, the Citty stones will grow too hot for me, I must go coole my feet in the suburbs. The all and onely mistake was in the signe. The Labour in vaine, a fire on the signe, and you too; my Donna turn'd to this? my preferment to this? a Lady in the Morning, and a beggar before noone? here's quicke work indeed; a cunning man? a cunning Rogue If ere it be my luck to see thee preach through a pillry, as one of the cast lims of your cursed crew did not long since, the hangman shl have you by the eares for this: but I'le backe and lay my case open to my Lady. Your only curses, and now aboard for Spaine, Her shame's our honour, and her losse our gaine.