Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1635 [licensed for stage, Feb 6] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T46 Swords, quarrels and valour typicality 0.86 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
This rather will enlarge Their hate, and be a means to call more blood Into the stream. Not if both families Agree, and swear— And who shall be the Champions. I beg the honour, for Eubulus cause To be engaged, if any for Macarius, Worthy to wager heart with mine, accept it, I am confident, Arcadius For honour would direct me to his sword, Will not deny, to stake against my life His own, if you vouchsafe us privilege. You are the expectation and toppen boughs Of both your houses, it would seem injustice, To allow a civil war to cut you off, And yourselves the instruments, besides You appear a soldier, Arcadius Hath no acquaintance yet with rugged war, More fit to drill a Lady then expose His body to such dangers: a small wound Ith' head may spoil the method of his hair, Whose curiosity exacts more time Than his devotion, and who knows but he May lose his ribbon by it in his lock, Dear as his Saint, with whom he would exchange His head, for her gay colours; then his band May be disordered, and transformed from Lace To cutwork, his rich clothes be discomplexion With blood, beside the unfashionable slashes, And at the next festival take physic, Or put on black, and mourn for his slain breeches: His hands cased up in gloves all night, and sweat Pomatum, the next day may be endangered To blisters with a sword, how can he stand Upon his guard, who hath fidlers in his head, To which, his feet must ever be a dancing. Beside a falsify may spoil his cringe, Or making of a leg, in which consists Much of his Court perfection. Is this Character Bestowed on him? It something may concern the Gentleman, Whom if you please to challenge To dance, play on the Lute, or sing. Some catch? He shall not want those will maintain him For any sum. You are my sovereign, I dare not think, yet I must speak somewhat, I shall burst else, I have no skill in jigs, Nor . How sir? Nor was I borne a minstrel, and in this you have So infinitely disgraced Arcadius, But that I have heard another Character, And with your royal licence do believe it, I should not think him worth my kill. Your kill? Does she not jeeren me; I shall talk treason presently, I find it At my tongues end already, this is an Affront, I'll leave her. Come back, do you know Arcadius? I ha' changed but little breath with him, our persons Admit no familiarity, we were Borne to live both at distance, yet I ha' seen him Fight, and fight bravely. When the spirit of Wine Made his brain valiant he fought bravely. Although he be my enemy, should any Of the gay flies that buzz about the Court, Sat to catch trout i'th'▪ summer, tell me so, I durst in any presence but your own. What?
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Length
499 words · 637 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T46 — Swords, quarrels and valourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.856 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T42 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
This rather will inlarge Their hate, and be a meanes to call more blood Into the streame. Not if both families Agree, and sweare— And who shall be the Champions. I beg the honour, for Eubulus cause To be ingag'd, if any for Macarius, Worthy to wager heart with mine, accept it, I am confident, Arcadius For honour would direct to his sword, Will not deny, to stake against my life His owne, if you vouchsafe us priviledge. You are thē expectation and toppē boughs Of both your houses, it would seeme injustice, To allow a civill warre to cut you off, And your selves the instruments, besides You appeare a souldier, Arcadius Hath no acquaintance yet with rugged warre, More fit to drill a Lady then expose His body to such dangers: a small wound Ith' head may spoyle the method of his haire▪ Whose curiosity exacts more time Than his devotion, and who knowes but he May lose his riban by it in his locke, Deare as his Saint, with whom he would exchange His head, for her gay colours; then his band May be disorderd, and transform'd from Lace To Cutworke, his rich cloathes be discomplexioned With blood, beside the infashionable slashes, And at the next festivall take physicke, Or put on blake, and mourne for his slaine breeches: His hands cas'd up in gloves all night, and sweate Pomatum, the next day may be endanger'd To blisters with a sword, how can he stand Vpon his guard, who hath fiders in his head, To which, his feet must ever be a dancing. Beside a falfy may spoyle his cringe, Or making of a legge, in which conssts Much of his Court perfection. Is this Character Bestow'd on him? It something may concerne the Gentleman, Whom if you please to challenge To dance, play on the Lute, or sing. Some catch? He shall not want those will maintaine him For any summe. You are my Soveraigne, I dare not thinke, yet I must speake somewhat, I shall burst else, I have no skill in jigges, Nor . How sir? Nor was I borne a Minstrell, and in this you have So infinitely disgraced Arcadius, But that I have heard another Character, And with your royall licence doe beleeve it, I should not thinke him worth my killing. Your killing? Does she not jeerē mee; I shall talke treason presently, I finde it At my tongues end already, this is an Affront, Ile leave her. Come backe, doe you know Arcadius? I ha changd but little breath with him, our persons Admit no familiarity, we were Borne to live both at distance, yet I ha seēne him Fight, and fight bravely. When the spirit of Wine Made his braine valliant he fought bravely. Although he be my enemy, should any Of the gay flyes that buzze about the Court, Sit to catch trouts ith▪ summer, tell me so, I durst in any presence but your owne. What?