Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.83 · 490 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Stay, sir: I envy not this BUFFOON, but I hate him: why might he not as well have hated SORDIDO, as him? No, sir, there was subject for his envy in SORDIDO; his wealth: So was there not in the other. He stood possessed of no one eminent gift, but amostodious, and fiendlike disposition, that would turn charity itself into hate, much more envy, for the present. You have satisfied me, sir; O, here comes the Fool and the jester, again, me thinks. 'Twere pity they should be parted, sir. What bright-shining gallant's that with them? the knight they went to? No, sir, this is one Monsieur FASTIDIUS BRISKE, otherwise called the fresh Frenchified courtier. A humorist too? As humorous as quicksilver, do but observe him, the Scene is the country still, remember. CINEDO, watch when the knight comes, and give us word. I will, sir. How lik'st thou my boy, CARLO? O, well, well. He looks like a colonel of the Pigmy's horse, or one of these motions, in a great antic clock: he would show well upon a haberdasher's stall, at a corner shop, rarely. S'heart, what a damned witty rogne's this? how he confounds with his similes? Better with similes, then smiles: and whither were you riding now, signor? Who, I? what a silly jests that? whither should I ride, but to the court? O, pardon me, sir, twenty places more: your hothouse, or your whorehouse— By the virtue of my soul, this knight dwells in Elysium, here. he's gone now, I thought he would fly out presently. These be our nimble-spirited Catso's, that ha' their evasions at pleasure, will run over a bog like your wild Irish: no sooner started, but they'll leap from one thing to another, like a squirrel, heigh: dance! and do tricks i' their discourse, from fire to water, from water to air, from air to earth, as if their tongues did but e'en lick the four elements over, and away. Sirrah, CARLO, thou never saw'st my grey-hobbie yet, didst thou? No: ha' you such a one? The best in Europe (my good villain) thou'lt say, when thou seest him. But when shall I see him? There was a noble man i' the court offered me 100. pound for him, by this light: a fine little fiery slave, he runs like a (oh) excellent, excellent! with the very sound of the spur. How? the sound of the spur? O, it's your only humour now extant, sir: a good jingle, a good jingle. 'sblood, you shall see him turn morris-dancer, he has got him bells, a good suit, and a hobby-horse. signor, now you talk of a hobby-horse, I know where one is, will not be given for a brace of angels. How is that, Sir? Marry, sir, I am telling this gentleman of a hobby-horse, it was my fathers indeed, and (though I say it— That should not say it) on, on.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 531–560 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 15 of 74 in this edition
Length
490 words · 728 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T13 — Knights, squires and ladiesreviewed — decision pending · typicality 0.829 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T20 · seed 44: T17 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Stay, sir: I enuie not this BVFFON, but I hate him: why might he not as well haue hated SORDIDO, as him? No, sir, there was subiect for his enuie in SORDIDO; his wealth: So was there not in the other. He stood possest of no one eminent gift, but amostodious, and fiend-like disposition, that would turne charitie it selfe into hate, much more enuie, for the present. You haue satisfied mee, sir; O, here comes the Foole and the Iester, againe, me thinkes. 'Twere pitty they should be parted, sir. What bright-shining gallant's that with them? the knight they went to? No, sir, this is one Monsieur FASTIDIVS BRISKE, otherwise cal'd the fresh Frenchefied courtier. A humorist too? As humorous as quick-siluer, doe but obserue him, the Scene is the coutry still, remember. CINEDO, watch when the knight comes, and giue vs word. I will, sir. How lik'st thou my boy, CARLO? O, well, well. He lookes like a colonell of the Pigmies horse, or one of these motions, in a great antique clock: he would shew well vpon a haberdashers stall, at a corner shop, rarely. S'heart, what a damn'd witty rogne's this? how he confounds with his simile's? Better with simile's, then smiles: and whither were you riding now, Signior? Who, I? what a silly iest's that? whither should I ride, but to the court? O, pardon me, sir, twentie places more: your hot-house, or your whore-house— By the vertue of my soule, this knight dwels in Elizium, here. Hee's gone ow, I thought he would flie out presently. These be our nimble-spirited Caso's, that ha' their euasions at pleasure, will run ouer a bog like your wild Irish: no sooner started, but they'le leape from one thing to another, like a squirrell, heigh: dance! and doe tricks i' their discourse, from fire to water, from water to aire, from aire to earth, as if their tongues did but e'en licke the foure elements ouer, and away. Sirrha, CARLO, thou neuer aw'st my grey-hobbie yet, didst thou? No: ha' you such a one? The best in Europe (my good villaine) thou'lt say, when thou seest him. But when shall I see him? There was a noble man i' the court offered me 100. pound for him, by this light: a fine little fiery slaue, he runs like a (oh) excellent, excellent! with the very sound of the spurre. How? the sound of the spurre? O, it's your only humour now extant, sir: a good gingle, a good gingle. Sbloud, you shall see him turne morris-dancer, he ha's got him bels, a good sute, and a hobby-horse. Signior, now you talke of a hobby-horse, I know where one is, will not be giuen for a brace of angels. How is that, Sir? Mary, sir, I am telling this gentleman of a hobby-horse, it was my fathers indeed, and (though I say it— That should not say it) on, on.