Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1635 [licensed for stage, Oct 15] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.79 · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
You chide me handsomely, pray tell me how You like this language. Good my Lord forbear. You need not fly out of this circle Madam, These widows so are full of circumstance, I'll undertake in this time I ha' courted Your Ladyship for the toy, to ha' broken ten, Nay twenty colts, Virgins I mean, and taught 'em The amble, or what pace I most affected. Y'are not my Lord again, the Lord I thought you. And I must tell you now, you do forget yourself and me. You'll not be angry Madam. Nor rude, though gay men have a privilege, It shall appear, there is a man my Lord Within my acquaintance, rich in worldly fortunes, But cannot boast any descent of blood, Would buy a coat of arms. He may, and legs booted and spurred to ride into the country. But these will want antiquity: my Lord The seal of honour, what's a coat cut out But yesterday to make a man a gentleman? Your family as old, as the first virtue That merited an Escutcheon, doth owe A glorious coat of arms, if you will sell now All that your name doth challenge in that ensign, I'll help you to a chapman, that shall pay And pour down wealth enough for't. Sell my arms? I cannot Madam. Give but your consent, You know not how the state may be inclined To dispensation, we may prevail Upon the Herald's office afterward. I'll sooner give these arms toth' hangman's axe, My head, my heart, to twenty executions Than sell one atom from my name. Change that, And answer him would buy my honour from me. Honour that is not worn upon a flag Or pennon, that without the owner's dangers, An enemy may ravish, and bear from me, But that which grows and withers with my soul, Beside the Body's stain, think, think my Lord To what you would unworthily betray me, If you would not for price of gold, or pleasure, (If that be more your idol) lose the glory And painted honour of your house— I ha' done. Enough to rectify a satire's blood, Obscure my blushes here. Or this or sight with me, It shall be no exception that I wait Upon my Lord, I am a gentleman, You may be less and be a Knight, the office, I do my Lord is honest sir, how many Such you have been guilty of, heaven knows. 'tis no fear of your sword, but that I would not Break the good laws established against duels. Oft with your periwig, and stand bare. From this Minute I'll be a servant to thy goodness, A Mistress in the wanton sense is common, I'll honour you with chaste thoughts, and call you so. I'll study to be worth your fair opinion.
nodes 2882–2945 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 40 of 41 in this edition
Length
470 words · 613 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.788 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T10 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
You chide me hansomely, pray tell me how You like this language. Good my Lord forbeare. You neede not flie out of this circle Madam, These widowes so are full of circumstance, Ile undertake in this time I ha courted Your Ladiship for the toy, to ha broken ten, Nay twenty colts, Virgins I meane, and taught em The amble, or what pace I most affected. Y'are not my Lord agen, the Lord I thought you. And I must tell you now, you doe forget Your selfe and me. You'le not be angry Madam. Nor rude, though gay men have a priviledge, It shall appeare, there is a man my Lord Within my acquaintance, rich in worldly fortunes, But cannot boast any descent of bloud, Would buy a coate of armes. He may, and legges booted and spurr'd to ride into the countrey. But these will want antiquitie: my Lord The seale of honour, whats a coate cut out But yesterday to mae a man a gentleman? Your family as old, as the first vertue That merited an Escucheon, doth owe A glorious coat of armes, if you will sell now All that your name doth challenge in that ensigne, Il helpe you to a chapman, that shall pay And powre downe wealth enough fort. Sell my armes? I cannot Madam. Give but your consent, You know not how the state may be enclind To dispensation, we may prevaile Vpon the Heralds office afterward. Ile sooner give these armess to'th hangmans axe, My head, my heart, to twenty executions Than sell one atome from my name. Change that, And answer him would buy my honour from me. Honour that is not worne upon a flagge Or pennon, that without the owners dangers, An enemy may ravish, and beare from me, But that which growes and withers with my soule, Beside the bodies staine, think, thinke my Lord To what you would unworthily betray me, If you would not for price of gold, or pleasure, (If that be more your idoll) lose the glory And painted honour of your house — I ha done. Enough to rectifie a Satires bloud, Obscure my blushes here. Or this or sight with me, It shall be no exception that I waite Vpon my Lord, I am a gentleman, You may be lesse and bea Knight, the office, I doe my Lord is honest sir, how many Such you have beene guilty of, heaven knowes. Tis no feare of your sword, but that I wod not Breake the good lawes established against duells. Oft with your periwig, and stand bare. From this Minute ile be a servant to thy goodnesse, A Mistris in the wanton sence is common, Ile honor you with chaste thoughts, and call you so. Ile study to be worth your faire opinion.