Fedele and Fortunia (Two Italian Gentlemen) · chunk 14 of 30
Pasqualigo, Luigi / Munday, Anthony · published 1585 · first performed or written 1584 [1579-1584] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.80 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
A diavolo. As I have known thee, so shall Sir Fortunio know thee straight, For whom I sent, and here he comes, whose coming I do wait. Est mora damnosa, pray let us away, For yonder my Master your coming doth stay. Sir Fedele God save you. And you Sir Fortunio, I was so bold to charge my man, unto your house to go. Matters of weight I have to you, of friendship to impart: My leisure serves, and I will stand, to here with all my heart. Not so, but sith it asketh time, if you will take the pain, To walk with me unto my house, there will I tell you plain. Both what I saw and heard of late, which toucheth you so near: That you will give me thanks I know, when you the matter here Go when you please I'll bear you company, Pedante you may walk abroad, till Dinner draweth nigh. With a good will Sir, that's the thing I desire, But if I meet not Attillia, the fat is in the fire. For my masters sake, I began to love her in jest, And may chance to swallow a Gudgeon in earnest. For love is a Fox, he beginneth at first by dalliance and play: Then increaseth his gettings every day. Oh deus adiunxit nostris sua numina votis. Behold I beseech you my delicate Mistress. How prove you that? I am so terebinthinal and play such reaks when I come to the field: That mine enemies choose, rather to murder themselves then to yield. Whereby their Damned souls have so pestered all hell: That there's no room left for women to dwell. Thus being thrust out of the place that is theirs by right: They are constrained into heaven to take their flight. I confess that this benefit is so great, That my tongue is not able your praise to repeat. Besides that, I have as good luck as any man of my life, To find favour and friendship in Gentlewomen's eyes. I thank them they flout me to my face, when no other they mock, This was my father's craft, for he ever made my Mother to wrap me in her smock. Give me good luck and throw me into the Seas, Where women take a pitch, it is easy to please. Truth Sir, but will you go too my Mistress with me, With an almond heart my girl I will follow thee. mistress I may, and will once more go seek him if you please: Although I fear his answer will return you little ease. What though he loved you first? you see his suit falls to the ground, And by this small pursuit, thinks you are as good lost as found. He stoopeth to Victoria's lure, but she hath cast him of, He bows, and creeps to her, she turns his labour too a scoff.
nodes 675–721 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 30 in this edition
Length
485 words · 620 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.798 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
¶A diauolo. As I haue known thée, so shall Sir Fortunio know thée straight, For whome I sent, and héer he comes, whose comming I doo wait. ¶Est mora damnosa, pray let vs away, For yonder my Maister your comming dooth stay. ¶Sir Fedele God saue you. ¶And you Sir Fortunio, I was so bolde to charge my man, vnto your house to goe. Matters of waight I haue to you, of fréendship to imparte: ¶My leasure serues, and I will stand, to héer withall my hart. ¶Not so, but sith it asketh time, if you will take the pain, To walke with mée vnto my house, there wil I tell you plain. Both what I saw and heard of late, which toucheth you so néer: That you will giue mée thanks I know, when you the matter héer ¶Goe when you please Il'e beare you company, ¶Pedante you may walke abroad, till Dinner draweth ny. ¶With a good wil Sir, thats the thing I desire, But if I méet not Attillia, the fat is in the fier. For my Maisters sake, I began to loue her in iest, And may chaunce to swallow a Gudgion in earnest. For loue is a Fox, he beginneth at first by dalliance and play: Then encreaseth his gettings euery day. Oh deus adiunxit nostris sua numina votis. Beholde I beséech you my delicate Mistris. ¶How proue you that? ¶I am so terrebinthinall and play such reakes when I come to the féeld: That mine enemies choose, rather to murder them selues then to yéeld. Wherby their Damned soules haue so pestered all hell: That ther's no roome left for women to dwell. Thus being thrust out of the place that is theirs by right: They are constraind into heauen to take their flight. ¶I confes that this benefit is so great, That my tung is not able your praise to repeat. ¶Besides that, I haue as good luck as any man of my life, To finde fauour and fréendship in Gentlewomens eyes. I thank them they slout me to my face, when no other they mock, This was my fathers craft, for he euer made my Mother to wrap mée in her smocke. Giue me good luck and throw mée into the Seas, Where women take a pitch, it is easy to please. ¶Truth Sir, but will you goe too my Mistres with mée, ¶With an almond hart my girle I wil follow thée. MIstresse I may, and will once more goe séek him if you please: Although I feare his answere wil returne you little ease. What though he loou'd you first? you sée his sute falles to the ground, And by this small pursute, thinkes you are as good lost as found. Hée stoopeth to Victoriaes lure, but she hath cast him of, Hée bowes, and créepes to her, she turnes his labour too a scoffe.