Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.71 · 488 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.
Indeed, sir? Upon my gentility, sir: CARLO, a word with you; Do you see that same fellow, there? What? CAVALIER SHIFT? O, you know him; cry you mercy: before me, I think him the tallest man, living within the walls of Europe. The walls of Europe! take heed what you say, signor, Europe's a huge thing within the walls. Tut, (and 'twere as huge again) I'd justify what I speak. 'Slid, he swaggered e'en now in a place where we were: I never saw a man do it more resolute. Nay, indeed swaggering is a good argument of resolution. Do you hear this, signor? I, to my grief. O, that such muddy flags, For every drunken flourish, should achieve The name of manhood; whilst true perfect valour (Hating to show itself) goes by despised! Heart, I do know now (in a fair just cause) I dare do more than he, a thousand times: Why should not they take knowledge of this? ha? And give my worth allowance before his? Because I cannot swagger! Now the pox Light on your Pickt-hatch prowess. Why, I tell you, sir, he has been the only Bid-stand that ever kept New-market, Salisbury-plaine, Hockley i'the hole, Gadshill; all the high places of any request: he has had his mares and his geldings, he, ha' been worth forty, threescore, a hundred pound a horse, would ha' sprung you over hedge, and ditch, like your greyhound, he has done five hundred robberies in his time, more or less, I assure you. What? and scaped? Scaped! i'faith I: he has broken the jail when he has been in irons, and irons; and been out, and in again; and out, and in; forty times, and not so few, he. A fit trumpet, to proclaim such a person. But can this be possible? Why, 'tis nothing, sir, when a man gives his affections to it. Good PYLADES, discourse a robbery, or two, to satisfy these gentlemen of thy worth. Pardon me, my dear ORESTES: Causes have their quiddits, and 'tis ill jesting with bell-ropes. How? PYLADES, and ORESTES? I, he is my PYLADES, and I am his ORESTES: how like you the conceit? O, it's an old stolen interlude device: No, I'll give you names myself, look you, he shall be your JUDAS, and you shall be his Elder tree, to hang on. Nay, rather, let him be captain POD, and this his Motion; for he does nothing but show him. Excellent: or thus, you shall be HOLDEN, and he your Camel. You do not mean to ride, gentlemen? Faith, let me end it for you, gallants: you shall be his Countenance, and he your Resolution. Troth, that's pretty: how say you, Cavalier, shalt be so? I, I, most voices. Faith, I am easily yielding to any good impressions. Then give hands, good Resolution. Mass, he cannot say, good Countenance, now (properly) to him again. Yes, by an irony.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1595–1632 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 52 of 74 in this edition
Length
488 words · 724 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T13 — Knights, squires and ladiesreviewed — decision pending · typicality 0.705 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Indeed, sir? Vpon my gentilitie, sir: CARLO, a word with you; Doe you see that same fellow, there? What? CAVALIER SHIFT? O, you know him; crie you mercy: before me, I thinke him the tallest man, liuing within the walls of Europe. The walls of Europe! take heed what you say, signior, Europe's a huge thing within the walls. Tut, (and 'twere as huge againe) I'ld iustifie what I speake. Slid, he swagger'd e'en now in a place where we were: I neuer saw a man doe it more resolute. Nay, indeede swaggering is a good argument of resolution. Doe you heare this, signior? I, to my griefe. O, that such muddy flags, For euery drunken flourish, should atchieue The name of manhood; whil'st true perfect valour (Hating to shew it selfe) goes by despis'd! Heart, I doe know now (in a faire iust cause) I dare doe more then he, a thousand times: Why should not they take knowledge of this? ha? And giue my worth allowance before his? Because I cannot swagger! Now the poxe Light on your Pickt-hatch prowesse. Why, I tell you, sir, he has beene the only Bid-stand that euer kept New-market, Salisbury-plaine, Hockley i'the hole, Gads-Hill; all the high places of any request: he has had his mares and his geldings, he, ha' been worth fortie, threescore, a hundred pound a horse, would ha' sprung you ouer hedge, and ditch, like your grey-hound, he has done fiue hundred robberies in his time, more or lesse, I assure you. What? and scapt? Scapt! yfaith I: he has broken the jayle when he has beene in yrons, and yrons; and beene out, and in againe; and out, and in; fortie times, and not so few, he. A fit trumpet, to proclaime such a person. But can this be possible? Why, 'tis nothing, sir, when a man giues his affections to it. Good PYLADES, discourse a robberie, or two, to satisfie these gentlemen of thy worth. Pardon me, my deare ORESTES: Causes haue their quiddits, and 'tis ill iesting with bell-ropes. How? PYLADES, and ORESTES? I, he is my PYLADES, and I am his ORESTES: how like you the conceit? O, it's an old stale enterlude deuice: No, I'le giue you names my selfe, looke you, he shall be your IVDAS, and you shall bee his Elder tree, to hang on. Nay, rather, let him be captaine POD, and this his Motion; for he does nothing but shew him. Excellent: or thus, you shall bee HOLDEN, and hee your Camel. You doe not meane to ride, gentlemen? Faith, let me end it for you, gallants: you shall be his Countenance, and he your Resolution. Troth, that's pretty: how say you, Caualier, shalt be so? I, I, most voices. Faith, I am easily yeelding to any good impressions. Then giue hands, good Resolution. Masse, he cannot say, good Countenance, now (properly) to him againe. Yes, by an irony.