The Night Walker, or The Little Thief · chunk 28 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 T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.79 · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
I'll mend it next peal. To entreat a knowledge of you, whether it be By the Ear you ring thus cunningly or by the Eye; For to be plain, he has laid ten pounds upon't. But which way has he laid? That your Ear guides you, And not your Eye. Has won, has won, the Ear's our only instrument: But how shall we be sure on't. Put all the lights out, to what end serve our Eyes then, A plain Case. You say true, 'tis a fine cunning thing to ring by th'ear sure: And can you ring i'th' dark so? All night long boy. 'Tis wonderful, let this be certain gentlemen, And half his wager he allows among ye; Is't possible you should ring so? Possible, thou art a child, I'll ring when I am dead drunk; Out with the lights, no twinkling of a candle, I know my rope to, as I know my nose, And can bang it soundly i'th' dark, I warrant you. Come let's confirm him straight and win the wager. Let me hear to strengthen me; And when you've rung I'll bring the money to you. So so, follow 'em; They shall have a cool reward, one hath gold of mine, Good store in's pocket, But this will be revenged in a short warning. They are at it lustily; hay, how wantonly They ring away their clothes, how it delights me; Here, here, sir. Hast Wildbrain's? His whole case sir; I felt it out, and by the guards This should be the coachman's, another suit too. Away Boy, quickly now to the Usurer, His hour to wake approaches. That once finished, You'll give me leave to play sir: here they come. I am monstrous weary, Fie, how I sweat? Reach me my cloak to cover me, I run to oil like a Porpoise; 'twas a brave peal. Let me light my candle first, then I'll wait on you: A very brave peal. Carman, you came in close now. Sure 'tis past midnight. No stirring in the streets I hear, Walk further, was that a pillar? 'tis harder than my nose. Where's the Boy promised us five pound? Room, I sweat still; come, come, my cloak, I shall take cold Where lies it? Here, here, and all our clothes. Where, where? Ith' corner. Is thy candle blind too, give me the bottle, I can drink like a Fish now, like an Elephant. Here are the corners, but here are no clothes; Yes, here is a cuff. A cuff? give me the candle. Cuffs won't cover me— I smell a knavery. Is't come to a cuff? my whole suit turned to a button? Now am I as cold again as though 'twere Christmas; Cold with my fear, I'll never ring by the ear more. My new clothes vanished? My all clothes Toby. Here's none. Not one of my dragon's wings left to adorn me Have I muted all my feathers? Cheated by the ear; a plot to put out the candle; I could be mad; my chain, my rings, the gold, the gold.
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 1837–1906 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 39 in this edition
Length
517 words · 699 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.793 (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)
Ile mend it next peale. To intreate a knowledge of you, whether it be By the Eare you ring thus cunningly or by the Eye; For to be plaine, he has laid ten pounds upon't. But which way has he layd? That your Eare guides you, And not your Eye. Has won, has won, the Ear's our onely instument: But how shall we be sure on't. Put all the lights out, to what end serve our Eyes then, A plaine Case. You say true, tis a fine cunning thing to ring by th'eare sure: And can you ring ith' darke so? All night long boy. 'Tis wonderfull, let this be certaine gentlemen, And halfe his wager he allowes among yee; Ist possible you should ring so? Possible, thou art a child, Ile ring when I am dead drunke; Out with the lights, no twinckling of a candle, I know my rope to, as I know my nose, And can bang it soundly ith' darke, I warrant you. Come lets confirme him straight and win the wager. Let me heare to strengthen me; And when y'ave rungile bring the money to you. So so, follow 'em; They shall have a coole reward, one hath gold of mine, Good store in's pocket, But this will be reveng'd in a short warning. They are at it Iustily; hay, how wantonly They ring away their cloaths, how it delights me; Here, here, sir. Hast Wildbraines? His whole case sir; I felt it out, and by the guards This should be the Coachmans, another suit too. Away Boy, quickly now to the Usurer, His houre to wake approaches. That once finish'd, Youle give me leave to play sir: here they come. I am monstrous wearie, Fie, how I sweat? Reach me my cloake to cover me, I runne to oyle like a Propise; 'twas a brave peale. Let me light my candle first, then Ile waite on you: A very brave peale. Carman, you came in close now. Sure 'tis past midnight. No stirring in the streets I heare, Walke further, was that a pillar? tis harder than my nose. Where's the Boy promis'd us five pound? Roome, I sweat still; come, come, my cloake, I shall take cold Where lies it? Here, here, and all our cloathes. Where, where? Ith' corner. Is thy candle blinde too, give me the bottle, I can drinke like a Fish now, like an Elephant. Here are the corners, but here are no cloathes; Yes, here is a cuffe. A cuffe? give me the candle. Cuffes wo'not cover me — I smell a knavery. Ist come to a cuffe? my whole suit turned to a button? Now am I as cold againe as though 'twere Christmas; Cold with my feare, Ile never ring by the eare more. My new cloathes vanish'd? My all cloathes Toby. Here's none. Not one of my dragones wings left to adorne me Have I muted all my feathers? Cheated by the eare; a plot to put out the candle; I could be mad; my chaine, my rings, the gold, the gold.