The Magnetic Lady, or Humors Reconciled · chunk 23 of 45
Jonson, Ben · published 1640 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Oct 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T46 Swords, quarrels and valour typicality 0.89 · 545 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
I shall persuade no other, (And take your learned Counsel to advice you) I'll run along with him. You say you'll meet him, On even terms. I do not see indeed How that can be, 'twixt Ironside and you, Now I consider it. He is my brother. I do confess (we ha' called so twenty year:) But you are, Sir, a Knight in Court, allied there, And so befriended, you may easily answer The worst success: He a known, noted, bold Boy o' the Sword, hath all men's eyes upon him; And there's no London-Iury, but are led In evidence, as far by common fame, As they are by present deposition. Than you have many brethrens, and near kinsmen. If he kill you, it will be a lasting Quarrel Twixt them, and him. Whereas Rud: Ironside, Although he ha' got his head into a Beaver, With a huge feather, 's but a Corriers' son, And has not two old Cordov'an skins, to leave In Leather Caps to mourn him in, if he die. Again, you are generally beloved, he hated So much, that all the hearts, and votes of men Go with you, in the wishing all prosperity Unto your purpose; he's a fat, corpulent, Vnweildy fellow: you, a dieted Spark, Fit for the Combat. He has killed so many; As it is ten to one his turn is next; You never fought with any; less, slew any: And therefore have the hopes before you. I hope these things thus specified unto you, Are fair advantages: you cannot encounter Him upon equal terms. Beside, Sir Silkworm, He hath done you wrong in a most high degree: And sense of such an Injury received, Should so exacuate, and whet your choler, As you should count yourself an host of men, Compared to him. And therefore you, brave Sir, Have no more reason to provoke, or challenge Him, than the huge great Porter has to try His strength upon an Infant. Mr. Compass, You rather spur me on, than any way Abate my courage to the Enterprise. All counsel's as it's taken. If you stand On point of honour, not t'have any odds, I have rather than dissuaded you, than otherwise: If upon terms of humour and revenge, I have encouraged you. So that I think, I have done the part of a friend on either side: In furnishing your fear with matter first, If you have any: Or, if you dare fight, To heighten, and confirm your resolution. I now do crave your pardon, Mr. Compass: I did not apprehended your way before, The true Perimiter of it: you have Circles, And such fine draughts about! Sir I do thank you, I thank you Mr. Compass hearty; I must confess, I never fought before, And I'll be glad to do things orderly, In the right place: I pray you instruct me. Is't best I fight ambitiously, or maliciously? Sir, if you never fought before, be wary, Trust not yourself too much. Why? I assure you, I'm very angry. Do not suffer, though, The flatuous, windy choler of your heart, To move the clapper of your understanding, Which is the guiding faculty, your reason: You know not, if you'll fight, or no, being brought Vpo' the place.
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545 words · 740 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T46 — Swords, quarrels and valourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.891 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T42 · seed 44: T42 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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I ſhall perſwade no other, (And take your learned Counſell to adviſe you) Ile run along with him. You ſay you'l meet him, On even termes. I doe not ſee indeed How that can be, 'twixt Ironſide and you, Now I conſider it. Hee is my brother. I doe confeſſe (wee ha' call'd ſo twenty yeare:) But you are, Sir, a Knight in Court, allied there, And ſo befriended, you may eaſily anſwer The worſt ſucceſſe: He a knowne, noted, bold Boy o' the Sword, hath all mens eyes upon him; And there's no London-Iury, but are led In evidence, as farre by common fame, As they are by preſent depoſition. Then you have many brethren, and neer kinſmen. If he kill you, it will be a laſting Quarrell T'wixt them, and him. Whereas Rud: Ironſide, Although he ha' got his head into a Beaver, With a huge feather, 's but a Corriers ſonne, And has not two old Cordov'an skins, to leave In Leather Caps to mourne him in, if he die. Againe, you are generally belov'd, he hated So much, that all the hearts, and votes of men Goe with you, in the wiſhing all proſperity Vnto your purpoſe; hee's a fat, corpulent, Vnweildy fellow: you, a dieted Sparke, Fit for the Combat. He has kild ſo many; As it is ten to one his turne is next; You never fought with any; leſſe, ſlew any: And therefore have the hopes before you. I hope theſe things thus ſpecified unto you, Are faire advantages: you cannot encounter Him upon equall termes. Beſide, Sir Silkworme, He hath done you wrong in a moſt high degree: And ſenſe of ſuch an Injury receiv'd, Should ſo exacuate, and whet your choller, As you ſhould count your ſelfe an hoſt of men, Compar'd to him. And therefore you, brave Sir, Have no more reaſon to provoke, or challenge Him, then the huge great Porter has to try His ſtrength upon an Infant. Mr. Compaſſe, You rather ſpur me on, then any way Abate my courage to the Enterpriſe. All Counſell's as it's taken. If you ſtand On point of honour, not t'have any odds, I have rather then diſſwaded you, then otherwiſe: If upon termes of humour and revenge, I have encourag'd you. So that I thinke, I have done the part of a friend on either ſide: In furniſhing your feare with matter firſt, If you have any: Or, if you dare fight, To heighten, and confirme your reſolution. I now doe crave your pardon, Mr. Compaſſe: I did not apprehend your way before, The true Perimiter of it: you have Circles, And ſuch fine draughts about! Sir I doe thanke you, I thanke you Mr. Compaſſe heartily; I muſt confeſſe, I never fought before, And I'll be glad to doe things orderly, In the right place: I pray you inſtruct me. Is't beſt I fight ambitiouſly, or malitiouſly? Sir, if you never fought before, be wary, Truſt not your ſelfe too much. Why? I aſſure you, I'am very angry. Doe not ſuffer, though, The flatuous, windy choller of your heart, To move the clapper of your underſtanding, Which is the guiding faculty, your reaſon: You know not, if you'l fight, or no, being brought Vpo' the place.