The Night Walker, or The Little Thief · chunk 12 of 39
Fletcher, John / Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1611(?) [revised by Shirley and re-licensed for stage, May 11, 1633] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.81 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Sure this whole night is nothing but illusion, Here's nothing comes, all they are mad, dammed devil To drive her back again, 't had been thy policy To have let us alone, we might have done some fine thing To have made thy hell-hood laugh, 'tis a dainty wench If I had her again, not all your fellow goblins Nor all their claws should scratch her hence, I'll stay still, May be her fright will bring her back again, Yet I will hope. I can find no bed, nobody, nor no chamber, Sure they are all i'th' cellar, and I cannot find that neither, I am led up, and down like a tame ass, my light's out And I grope up and down like blindman buff And break my face, and break my pate. It comes again sure I see the shadow, I'll have faster hold now, Sure she is mad, I long to lie with a madwoman, She must needs have rare new tricks. I hear one whisper If it be the devil now to allure me into his clutches, For Devils have a kind of tone like crickets, I have a glimpse of her guise, 'tis she would steal by me, But I'll stand sure. I have but a dram of wit left, And that's even ready to run, oh for my bed now. She named a bed, I like that, she repents sure, Where is she now. Who's that. Are you there, In, In, In presently. I feel his talents through me 'tis an old haggard devil, what will he do with me? Let me kiss thee first, quick, quick. A lecherous Devil. What a hairy whore 'tis, sure she has a muffler. If I should have a young Satan by him, for I dare not deny him, In what case were I? who durst deliver me? 'tis but my fancy, she is the same, in quickly, gently my Sweet girl. Sweet Devil be good to me. Where's my love Boy. she's coming with a Candle To see our happy prize. I am cruel weary. I cannot blame ye, plate is very heavy To carry without light or help. The fear too At every stumble to be discovered boy, At every cough to raise a Constable, Well, we'll be merry now. We have some reason; Things compassed without feat or eminent danger Are too luxurious sir to live upon. Money and wealth got thus are as full venture, And carry in their natures as much merit As his, that digs 'em out o'th' mine, they last too Seasoned with doubts and dangers most deliciously, Riches that fall upon us are too ripe, And dull our appetites. Most learned child. You're welcome, where have you left it. In the next room, hard by. Is it plate all. All, all, and Jewels, I am monstrous weary, Prithee let's go to bed. Prithee let's see it first.
c.1611(?) [revised by Shirley and re-licensed for stage, May 11, 1633]
First performance (BritDrama)
1615 [1613-1616] [revised 1633]
Company (BritDrama)
Lady Elizabeth's Men
Theater
Phoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
comedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1127 · TCP A00966 · DEEP 947
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 774–838 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 39 in this edition
Length
487 words · 638 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.810 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Sure this whole night is nothing but illusion, Here's nothing comes, all they are mad, damd devill To drive her backe agen, 't had beene thy policy To have let us alone, we might have done some fine thing To have made thy hel-hood laugh, tis a dainty wench If I had her againe, not all your fellow goblins Nor all their clawes should scratch her hence, Ile stay still, May be her fright will bring her backe agen, Yet I will hope. I can finde no bed, no body, nor no chamber, Sure they are all ith' cellar, and I cannot finde that neither, I am led up, and downe like a tame asse, my light's out And I grope up and downe like blind-man buffe And breake my face, and breake my pate. It comes againe sure I see the shadow, Ile have faster hold now, Sure she is mad, I long to lye with a mad-woman, She must needes have rare new trickes. I heare one whisper If it be the devill now to allure me into his clutches, For Devils have a kinde of tone like crickets, I have a glimpse of her guise, tis she would steale by me, But Ile stand sure. I have but a dram of wit left, And thats even ready to runne, oh for my bed now. She nam'd a bed, I like that, she repents sure, Where is she now. Who's that. Are you there, In, In, In presently. I feele his talents through me Tis an old haggard devill, what will he doe with me? Let me kisse thee first, quicke, quicke. A lecherous Devill. What a hairie whore tis, sure she has a muffler. If I should have a young Satan by him, for I dare not deny him, In what case were I? who durst deliver me? Tis but my sancie, she is the same, in quickly, gently my Sweete girle. Sweete Devill be good to me. Wheres my love Boy. Shees comming with a Candle To see our happie prize. I am cruell wearie. I cannot blame ye, plate is very heavie To carry without light or helpe. The feare too At every stumble to be discovered boy, At every cough to raise a Constable, Well, wee'le be merry now. We have some reason; Things compasd without feate or eminent danger Are too luxurious sir to live upon. Money and wealth got thus are as full venture, And carry in their natures as much merit As his, that digs em out 'oth mine, they last too Season'd with doubts and dangers most delitiously, Riches that fall upon us are too ripe, And dull our appetites. Most learned child. Y'are welcome, where have you left it. In the next roome, hard by. Is it plate all. All, all, and Jewels, I am monstrous weary, Prethee lets goe to bed. Prethee lets see it first.