The Magnetic Lady, or Humors Reconciled · chunk 32 of 45
Jonson, Ben · published 1640 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Oct 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.79 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Did I trust thee, wretch, With such a secret, of that consequence, Did so concern me, and my child, our livelihood, And reputation? And hast thou undone us? By thy connivance, nodding in a corner, And suffering her begot with child so basely? Sleepy unlucky Hag! Thou bird of night, And all mischance to me. Good Lady Empress! Had I the keeping of your Daughters clicket In charge? was that committed to my trust? Her Daughter. Softly Devil, not so lowed, You'd ha' the house hear, and be witness, would you? Let all the world be witness. Afore I'll Endure the Tyranny of such a tongue— And such a pride—. What will you do? Tell truth, And shame the She-man-Divell in puffed sleeves; Run any hazard, by revealing all Unto my Lady: how you changed the cradles, And changed the children in 'hem. Not so high! Calling your Daughter Pleasance, there Placentia, And my true Mistress by the name of Pleasance. A horrid secret, this! worth the discovery; And must you be thus loud? I will be louder: And cry it through the house, through every room, And every office of the Lawndry-maids: Till it be borne hot to my Lady's ears. E'er I will live in such a slavery, I'll do away myself. Didst thou not swear To keep it secret? and upon what book? (I do remember now) The Practice of Piety. It was a practice of impiety, Out of your wicked forge, I know it now, My conscience tells me. First, against the Infants, To rob them o' their names, and their true parents; T' abuse the neighbourhood, keep them in error; But most my Lady: She has the main wrong: And I will let her know it instantly. Repentance, (if it be true) ne'er comes too late. What have I done? Conjured a spirit up I sha' not lay again? drawn on a danger, And ruin on myself thus, by provoking A peevish fool, whom nothing will pray of, Or satisfy I fear? Her patience stirred, Is turned to fury. I have run my Bark, On a sweet Rock, by mine own arts, and trust: And must get of again, or dash in pieces. This was a business, worth the listening after. O Mr. Compass, did you see my Mother? Mistress Placentia, my Lady's Niece; Is newly brought to bed o'the bravest boy! Will you go see it? First, I'll know the father, E'er I approach these hazards. Mistress Midwife Has promised to found out a father for it, If there be need. She may the safelier do't, By virtue of her place. But pretty Pleasance, I have a news for you, I think will please you. What is't Mr. Compass? Stay, you must Deserve it ere you know it. Where's my Lady? Retired unto her Chamber, and shut up. She hears o' none o' this yet? well, do you Command the Coach; and fit yourself to travel? A little way with me. Wither, for God's sake.
nodes 1879–1952 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 32 of 45 in this edition
Length
501 words · 703 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.787 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T15 · seed 44: T12 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Did I truſt thee, wretch, With ſuch a ſecret, of that conſequence, Did ſo concerne me, and my child, our livelihood, And reputation? And haſt thou undone us? By thy connivence, nodding in a corner, And ſuffering her begot with child ſo baſely? Sleepie unlucky Hag! Thou bird of night, And all miſchance to me. Good Lady Empreſſe! Had I the keeping of your Daughters clicket In charge? was that committed to my truſt? Her Daughter. Softly Divell, not ſo low'd, You'ld ha' the houſe heare, and be witneſſe, would you? Let all the world be witneſſe. Afore Ile Endure the Tyrannie of ſuch a tongue— And ſuch a pride—. What will you doe? Tell truth, And ſhame the She-man-Divell in puff'd ſleeves; Run any hazzard, by revealing all Vnto my Lady: how you chang'd the cradles, And chang'd the children in 'hem. Not ſo high! Calling your Daughter Pleaſance, there Placentia, And my true Miſtris by the name of Pleaſance. A horrid ſecret, this! worth the diſcovery; And muſt you be thus lowd? I will be lowder: And cry it through the houſe, through every roome, And every office of the Lawndry-maids: Till it be borne hot to my Ladies eares. Ere I will live in ſuch a ſlavery, Ile doe away my ſelfe. Didſt thou not ſweare To keepe it ſecret? and upon what booke? (I doe remember now) The Practice of Piety. It was a practice of impiety, Out of your wicked forge, I know it now, My conſcience tels me. Firſt, againſt the Infants, To rob them o' their names, and their true parents; T' abuſe the neighbour-hood, keepe them in errour; But moſt my Lady: Shee has the maine wrong: And I wil let her know it inſtantly. Repentance, (if it be true) nere comes too late. What have I done? Conjur'd a ſpirit up I ſha' not lay againe? drawne on a danger, And ruine on my ſelfe thus, by provoking A peeviſh foole, whom nothing will pray of, Or ſatisfie I feare? Her patience ſtirr'd, Is turn'd to fury. I have run my Barke, On a ſweet Rock, by mine owne arts, and truſt: And muſt get off againe, or daſh in peeces. This was a buſines, worth the liſtning after. O Mr. Compaſſe, did you ſee my Mother? Miſtris Placentia, my Ladies Neice; Is newly brought to bed o'the braveſt boy! Will you goe ſee it? Firſt, Ile know the father, Ere I approach theſe hazards. Miſtris Midwife Has promis'd to find out a father for it, If there be need. Shee may the ſafelier do't, By vertue of her place. But pretty Pleaſance, I have a newes for you, I thinke will pleaſe you. What is't Mr. Compaſſe? Stay, you muſt Deſerve it ere you know it. Where's my Lady? Retir'd unto her Chamber, and ſhut up. She heares o' none o' this yet? well, doe you Command the Coach; and fit your ſelfe to travell? A little way with me. Whither, for Gods ſake.