Christmas His Masque (Christmas His Show) · chunk 4 of 4
Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1616 [Christmas; January 1617] (Annals) masque · before the Court T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.72 · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Last, Baby-cake, that an end doth make of Christmas merry, merry vain a Is Child Rowlan, and a strait young man, though he come out of Crooked-lane ' a. There should have been, and a dozen I ween, but I could find but one more; Child of Christmas, and a Log it was, when I them all had gone over. I prayed him, in a time so trim, that he would make one to prance it: And I myself, would have been the twelfe, o' but Log was to heavy to dance it. You worthy wights, King, Lords, and Knights, or Queen, and Ladies bright: Cupid invites, you to the sights he shall present to night. 'tis a good child, speak out, hold up your head Love. And which Cupid— and which Cupid, etc. Do not shake so Robin, if thou be'st a'cold, I ha' some warm waters for thee, here. Come, you put Robin Cupid out with your waters, and your fisling; will you be gone? I forsooth; he's a child, you must conceive, and must be used tenderly; he was never in such an assembly before forsooth, but once at Warmoll Quest, forsooth, where he said grace as prettily as any of the Sheriff's Hinch-boyes forsooth. Will you peace, forsooth? And which Cupid, and which Cupid, etc. I that's a good boy, speak plain, Robin: how does his Majesty like him, I pray? will he give eight pence a day think you? speak out Robin. Nay, he is out enough, you may take him away, and begin your Dance; this it is to have speeches. You wrong the Child, you do wrong the Infant; I' peal to his Majesty. Well done Boys, my fine Boys, my bully Boys. NOr do you think that their legs is all the commendation of my Sons, For at the Artillery-Garden they shall as well (forsooth) use their Guns. And march as fine, as the Muses nine, along the streets of London: And i'their brave tires, to gi'their false fires, especially Tom my Son. Now if the Lanes and the Allies afford, such an ac-ativitie as this: At Christmas next, if they keep their word, can the children of Cheapside miss? Though, put the case, when they come in place, they should not dance, but hop: Their very gold lace, with their silk would'em grace, having so many knights, o'the Shop! But were I so wise, I might seem to advice so great a Potentate as yourself: They should Sir, I tell ye, spared out o' their belly, and this way spend some of their pelf. I, and come to the Court, for to make you some sport, at the lest once every year: As Christmas hath done, with his seventh or eigth Son, and his couple of Daughters dear.
nodes 108–158 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 4 in this edition
Length
467 words · 658 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.717 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T21 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Laſt, Baby-cake, that an end doth make of Chriſtmas merrie, merrie vaine a Is Child Rowlan, and a ſtraight young man, though he come out of Crooked-lane' a. There ſhould have beene, and a dozen I wene, but I could finde but one more; Child of Chriſtmas, and a Logge it was, when I them all had gone ore. I pray'd him, in a time ſo trim, that he would make one to praunce it: And I my ſelfe, would have beene the twelfe, o' hut Log was to heavie to dance it. You worthie wights, King, Lords, and Knights, or Queene, and Ladies bright: Cupid invites, you to the ſights he ſhall preſent to night. Tis a good child, ſpeake out, hold up your head Love. And which Cupid—and which Cupid, &c. Do not ſhake ſo Robin, if thou beeſt a'cold, I ha' ſome warme waters for thee, here. Come, you put Robin Cupid out with your waters, and your fiſling; will you be gone? I forſooth; hee's a child, you muſt conceive, and muſt be uſ'd tenderly; he was never in ſuch an aſſembly before forſooth, but once at Warmoll Queſt, forſooth, where he ſayd grace as prettily as any of the Sheriffes Hinch-boyes forſooth. Will you peace, forſooth? And which Cupid, and which Cupid, &c. I that's a good boy, ſpeake plaine, Robin: how does his Majeſtie like him, I pray? will he give eight pence a day thinke you? ſpeak out Robin. Nay, he is out enough, you may take him away, and begin your Dance; this it is to have ſpeeches. You wrong the Child, you doe wrong the Infant; I' peale to his Majeſtie. Well done Boyes, my fine Boyes, my bully Boyes. NOr doe you thinke that their legges is all the commendation of my Sons, For at the Artillery-Garden they ſhall as well (forſooth) uſe their Guns. And march as fine, as the Muſes nine, along the ſtreets of London: And i'their brave tires, to gi'their falſe fires, eſpecially Tom my Son. Now if the Lanes and the Allyes afford, ſuch an ac-ativitie as this: At Chriſtmas next, if they keepe their word, can the children of Cheapſide miſſe? Though, put the caſe, when they come in place, they ſhould not dance, but hop: Their very gold lace, with their ſilke would'em grace, having ſo many knights, o'the Shop! But were I ſo wiſe, I might ſeeme to adviſe ſo great a Potentate as your ſelfe: They ſhould Sir, I tell yee, ſpar't out o' their bellie, and this way ſpend ſome of their pelfe. I, and come to the Court, for to make you ſome ſport, at the leaſt once every yeare: As Chriſtmas hath done, with his ſeventh or eigth Son, and his couple of Daughters deare.