Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.82 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
I that must serve today, Where is the weights and balance? All ready, hark my mistress comes. Sir boy, while I attend the shop myself, See if the workman have dispatched the Cup, How many ounces weighs it: twenty forsooth. What said the Gentleman to the fashion? He told my master I was not within. Go sir make haste, your M. is in Cheapside: Take heed ye were best your loitering be not spied. Well fare a case to put a King in yet, Good mistress Shore this doth your love procure, This shape is secret, and I hope t's sure, The watermen that daily use the Court, And see me often, knew me not in this, At Lion key I landed in their view, Yet none of them took knowledge of the King, If any gallant strive to have the wall, I'll yield it gently: Soft here must I turn, here's Lombard street, and here's the Pelican, And there's the Phoenix in the Pelicans nest, O rare perfection of rich nature's work, Bright twinkling spark of precious Diamond, Of greater value than all India, Were there no Sun, by whose kind lovely heat The earth brings forth those stones we hold of prize, Her radiant eyes dejected to the ground, Would turn each pebble to a Diamond. Gaze greedy eyes and be not satisfied, Till you find rest, where hearts desire doth bide. What would you buy sir that you look on here? Your fairest jewel, be it not too dear. First how this sapphire mistress that you wear? Sir it is right that will I warrant ye, No jeweller in London shows a better. No, nor the like, you praise it passing well. Do I no?, if some Lapidary had the stone, more would not buy it then I can demand. 'tis as well set I think as ere ye saw. 'tis set indeed upon the fairest hand, that ere I saw. You are disposed to jest, but for value, his majesty might wear it. Might he i'faith? Sir 'tis the ring I mean. I meant the hand. You are a merry man, I see you come to cheap, and not to buy. Yet he that offers fairer than i'll do, shall hardly find a partner in his bargain. Perhaps in buying things of so small value? Rather because no wealth can purchase it. He were too fond, that would so highly prize, The thing which once was given away for love. His hap was good that came so easily by it. The gift so small, that asked, who could deny it? Oh she gave more, that such a gift then gave, Then earth ere had, or world shall ever have. His hap is ill, should it be as you say, That having given him what you rate so high, And yet is still the poorer by the match.
nodes 1585–1641 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 32 of 45 in this edition
Length
481 words · 610 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.823 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T33 · seed 44: T32 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I that must serue to day, Where is the weights and ballance? All readie, harke my mistris comes. Sir boy, while I attend the shop my selfe, See if the workeman haue dispatcht the Cup, How many ounces weighes it: Twentie orsooth. What said the Gentleman to the fashiou? He told my maister I was not within. Go sir make hast, your M. is in Cheapeside: Take hd ye were best your loytring be not spide. Well fare a case to put a King in yet, Good mistris Shoare this doth your loue procure, This shape is secret, and I hope ti's sure, The Wlatermen that daily vse the Court, And see me often, knew me not in this, At Lyon key I landed in their view, Yet none of them tooke knowledge of the King, If any gallant striue to haue the wall, Ile yéelde it gently: Soft here must I turne, Heeres Lumbard stréete, and heres the Pellican, And theres the Phenix in the Pellicans nest, O rare perfection of rich natures worke, Bright twinkling sparke of pretious Diamond, Of greater value then all India, Were there no Sunne, by whose kind louely heat The earth brings forth those stones we hold of prize, Her radiant eyes deiected to the ground, Would turne each peble to a Diamond. Gaze gréedie eies and be not satisfied, Till you finde rest, where hearts desire doth bide. What would you buy sir that you looke on here? Your fairest iewell, bée it not too deare. First how this Saphyre mistris that you weare? Sir it is right that will I warrant yee, No Ieweller in London showes a better. No, nor the like, you praise it passing well. Do no, if some Lapidary had the ne, more would not buy it then I can demaund. Tis as well set I thinke as ere yee saw. Tis set indeed vpon the fairest hand, that ere I saw. You are disposde to iest, but for value, his Maiestis might weare it. Might he ifaith? Sir tis the ring I meane. I meant the hand. You are a merrie man, I see you come to cheape, and not to buy. Yet hée that offers fairer then ile doe, shal hardly find a partner in his bargaine. Perhaps in buying things of so smal value? Rather because no wealth can purchase it. He were too fond, that would so highly prize, The thing which once was giuen away for loue. His hap was good that came so easily by it. The gift so small, that askte, who could denie it? Oh she gaue more, that such a gift then gaue, Then earth ere had, or world shall euer haue. His hap is ill, should it be as you say, That hauing giuen him what you rate so high, And yet is still the poorer by the match.