Heywood, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written c.1604(?) (Annals) comedy · Unknown T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.64 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Attend again, proceed me with this verse of reverent Cato: Si deus est animus- Nobis ut carmina dicunt. Di quoth ha, out on him for a beastly man. I would not have him teach my children so for more than I am worth. O! but reverend sir Harry you must subaudi. I'll never be so bawdy whilst I live, nor any of mine I hope. O! Propria quae maribus: y Boniface, it is those maribo, that makes you talke so broadly? Venerabilis vir homo ille est ebrius. What doth he mean by that. H saith, I can speake Hebrewe I believe't: But if sir Boniface still con these lessons, He'll, speak the French tongue perfect. Now to the last, i'll task sir Boniface, but with an easy question. Tell me sir: What's Latin for this Earth? Facile and easy more fit for the pupil than the preceptor: what's Latin for this Earth? Tellus. Tell you; no sir, it belongs to you to tell me. I say Tellus is Latin for the Earth. And I say, I will not tell you what is Latin for the Earth; unless you yield me victor: You have no reason: good sir Timothy, The place is yours. He hath deserved it well. But i'll deserve it better, why this fellow s Franticke, you shall heere mee make him speake Idly and without sense. I'll make him say, His Nose was Husband to a Queen, Sir Timothy not possible. He will not speak it for shame. That you shall here; Magister Boniface. Quid ais domine Timothy. Who was Pasiphae's husband Queen of Crete. Who knows not that, why Minos was her Husband. That his nose was; did I not tell you so. I say that Minos was: That his Nose was ha has. I'll not believe it. there are a brace of Angels. You are not for my turn sir Timothy. You are the man shall read unto my daughter The Latin tongue, in which I am ignorant: Confess yourself an Ass; speak bawdy words; And after to talk idly. Hence away: You shall have my good word, but not my pay? Opus est usus; sir Timothy you abuse us. Is wear by a noun, had I thy hose down, Qui que quod, I would so smoke thee with the rod: Ille Illa Illud, until I fetch blood. But Nobiles valete, remain in quiet. Sir Timothy, there is some Gold in earnest, I like you well take into your tuition, My daughter Gratiana; the news Taber. Of another gallant noble sir that pretends to have business, both with you and my mistress, Admit him. Lusty juventus; will it please you to draw near. Noble Knight, whilst you peruse that sweet Lady, tell me how you like this: You press so suddenly upon me sir I know not what to answer. Mad Chartly; what makes desperation here.
nodes 761–819 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 23 of 36 in this edition
Length
480 words · 661 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.638 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T21 · seed 44: T24 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Attend againe, proceed mee with this verse of reverent Cato: Si deus est animus- Nobis ut carmina dicunt. Di quoth ha, out on him for a beastly man. I would not hue him teach my children so for more then I am worth. O! but reverend syr Harry you must subaudi. Ile never bee so baudy whilest I liue, nor any of mine I hope. O! Propria quae maribus: y Boniface, it is those maribo, that makes you talke so broadly? Venerabilis vir hom ille est ebrius. What doth hee meane by that. H saith, I can speake Hebrewe I Beleeu't: But if syr Boniface still co these lessons, He'l, speake the French tonue perfit. Now to the last, ile taske syr Boniface, but with an question. Tell mee syr: Whats Latin for this Earth? Facile and easy more fit for the pupill then the preceptor: whats Latin for this Earth? Tellus. Tell you; no syr, it belongs to you to tell mee. I say Tellus is Latin for the Earth. And I say, I will not tell you what is Latin for the Earth; vnlesse you yeild mee victor▪ You haue no reason: good syr Timothy, The place is yours. Hee hath deserv'd it well. But ile deserue it better, why this fellow s Franticke, you shall heere mee make him speake Idely and without sence. I'le make him say, His Nose was Husband to a Queene, Sir Timothy not possible. Hee will not speake it for shame. That you shall heere; Magister Boniface. Quid ais domine Timothy. Who was Pasiphas husband Queene of Creete. Who knowes not that, why Minos was her Husband. That his nose was; did I not tell you so. I say that Mins was: That his Nose was ha has. Ile not beleeue it. there are a brace of Augels. You are not for my turne sir Timothy. You are the man shall reade vnto my daughter The Latin tongue, in which I am ignorant: Confesse your selfe an Asse; speake bawdy words; And after to talke idely. Hence away: You sall haue my good word, but not my pay? Opus est vsus; Timothy you abuse us. Is weare by a nowne, had I thy hose downe, Qui que quod, I would so smoake thee with the rod: Ille Illa Illud, vntill I fetch blood. But Nobiles valete, remaine in quiete. Sir Timothy, there is some Gold in earnest, I like you well take into your tuition, My daughter Gratiana; the newes Taber. Of another gallant noble sir that petends to haue businesse, both with you and my mistresse, Admit him. Lusty Iuventus; will it please you to draw neere. Noble Knight, whil'st you peruse that sweete Lady, tell mee how you like this: You presse so suddainly vpon mee syr I know not what to answer. Mad Chartly; what makes desperation heere.