Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Oh! oh! oh! A Moore! a devil! a mere devil! his very looks spoke him so, but for his clubfoot, his damnable clubfoot, (Ass that I was not to see it, I'm sure I feel it now,) 'tis an infallible sign: This damned Devil did I bring to Court, and preferred him; but I'm served well enough, he that does the Devil a good turn shall be sure to be thus rewarded. If I should chance to die a sinner (as 'tis ten to one but I shall,) he'll know me again, for I shall carry his marks to my grave: because my Lord Ursini was pleased to exchange some few words with him in private, he grew so insolent, that I going to strike him (in passion, in choler I confess) he falls a kicking me inth' open Court. And looks, as if he would, have spit fire; but had I not known him to be a devil indeed, I'd spit fire with him. How? so hot signior? Men in anger may do anything. Anything? with your leave Sir, And you're a fool, and an ass.— doye find it so by my ears?— And I'll try what you are— Draw i'th' Court? I must see the peace kept. Gentlemen, you know I'm passionate, choleric, somewhat choleric. And I intend to physic you for't; here's that will allay your heat. 'Tis down already. I won't be jeered. we intend no abuse, signior, we only come to gratulate your good fortune, you are turned favourite of late. It has pleased his Majesty to take some small notice of me. Yes, and the Ladies speak high, & gloriously of you. Of me? You could not but observe it as you walked the streets: you are the only object they gaze at. In troth I did not think— Come you are modest now. Who was't you blessed tother day with a favour? I give a favour? Why man? you meant it should be seen. I slipped a point indeed in a countess's chamber. Slipped a point? Dropped it, dropped it, but t' was not worth the taking up. And yet I've heard her boast it as a special gift from your own hands. Indeed I flung it somewhat scornfully, because she was very importunate; troth I was angry, she would have none but that. Were't not for this filthy fretting humour of yours, I could tell you— What good Grutti? Of a Lady. By my best hopes in love with me, is she not? I'm not so happy as to be acquainted with her intents, but I have heard her in my Lord Ursini's presence commend you highly. Prithee who is't? The Lady Charintha. The Lady Charintha; what should I do with her? she's honest, the only precise madam of the Court. They that drop the most beads, may commit the most sins, but were't not so, you have a kind of tempting presence, and besides— Oh! I understand you, she's his Lordship's reversion. St, not a word. I'll to her presently. This is my Lord Ursini's plot, to slander that lady's chastity.
University/Inns of Court;Closet/Unacted;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1153 · TCP A02629 · DEEP 986
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 245–286 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 38 in this edition
Length
520 words · 706 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.838 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T23 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Oh! oh! oh! A Moore! a divell! a meere divell! his very lookes ſpake him ſo, but for his club-foote, his damnable club-foote, (Aſſe that I was not to ſee it, I'me ſure I feele it now,) 'tis an infallible ſigne: This damn'd Divell did I bring to Court, and preferr'd him; but I'me ſerv'd well enough, he that doe's the Divell a good turne ſhall be ſure to bee thus rewarded. If I ſhould chance to die a ſinner (as 'tis ten to one but I ſhall,) hee'le know mee againe, for I ſhall carry his markes to my grave: becauſe my Lord Ʋrſini was pleas'd to exchange ſome few words with him in private, he grew ſo inſolent, that I going to ſtrike him (in paſſion, in choller I confeſſe) he falls a kicking me in'th open Court. And looks, as if he would, have ſpet fire; but had I not knowne him to be a divell indeed, I'de ſpet fire with him. How? ſo hot Signiour? Men in anger may do anything. Anything? with your leave Sir, And you're a foole, and an aſſe.— Do'e find it ſo by my eares?— And I'le try what you are— Draw i'th Court? I muſt ſee the peace kept. Gentlemen, you know I'me paſſionate, cholericke, ſomewhat cholericke. And I intend to phyſicke you for't; here's that will allay your heat. 'Tis downe already. I won't be jeer'd. Wee intend no abuſe, Signiour, wee onely come to gratulate your good fortune, you are turn'd favourite of late. It has pleas'd his Majeſty to take ſome ſmall notice of mee. Yes, and the Ladies ſpeake high, & gloriouſly of you. Of mee? You could not but obſerve it as you walk't the ſtreets: you are the onely object they gaze at. In troth I did not thinke— Come you are modeſt now. Who was't you bleſs't to'ther day with a favour? I give a favour? Why man? you meant it ſhould be ſeene. I ſlip't a point indeed in a Counteſſes chamber. Slip't a point? Drop't it, drop't it, but t' was not worth the taking up. And yet I've heard her boaſt it as a ſpeciall gift from your owne hands. Indeed I flung it ſomewhat ſcornfully, becauſe ſhee was very importunate; troth I was angry, ſhee would have none but that. Wer't not for this filthy fretting humour of yours, I could tell you— What good Grutti? Of a Lady. By my beſt hopes in love with me, is ſhe not? I'me not ſo happy as to be acquainted with her intents, but I have heard her in my Lord Ʋrſini's preſence commend you highly. Prithee who is't? The Lady Charintha. The Lady Charintha; what ſhould I do with her? ſhe's honeſt, the onely preciſe Madame of the Court. They that drop the moſt beads, may commit the moſt ſinnes, but wer't not ſo, you have a kind of tempting preſence, and beſides— Oh! I underſtand you, ſhe's his Lordſhip's reverſion. St, not a word. I'le to her preſently. This is my Lord Ʋrſini's plot, to ſlander that Ladies chaſtitie.