Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.76 · 488 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
This is worth the observation, signor. Now, sir; here's to you; and I present you with so much of my love. I take it kindly from you, sir, and will return you the like proportion: but withal, sir, remembering the merry night we had at the countesses, you know where, sir. By heaven, you put me in mind now of a very necessary office, which I will propose in your pledge, sir: the health of that honourable countess, and the sweet lady that sat by her, sir. I do vail to it with reverence. And now, signor, with these ladies, I'll be bold to mix the health of your divine Mistress. Do you know her, sir? O lord, sir, I: and in the respectful memory and mention of her, I could wish this wine were the most precious drug in the world. Good faith, sir, you do honour me in't exceedingly. Whom should he personate in this, signor? Faith, I know not, sir, observe, observe him. If it were the basest filth, or mud that runs in the channel, I am bound to pledge it, respectively, sir. And now, sir, here is a replenished bowl, which I will reciprocally turn upon you, to the health of the count FRUGAL. The count FRUGALE'S health, sir? I'll pledge it on my knees, by this light. Will you, sir? I'll drink it on my knee, then, by the light. Why, this is strange! Ha' you heard a better drunken dialogue? Nay, do me right, sir. So I do, in good faith. Good faith you do not; mine was fuller. Why, believe me, it was not. Believe me, it was: and you do lie. Lie, sir? I, sir. 'Swounds! O, come, stab if you have a mind to it. Stab? dost thou think I dare not? Nay, I beseech you, gentlemen, what means this? nay, look, for shame respect your reputations. WHy, how now CARLO! what humour's this? O, my good Mischief! art thou come? where are the rest? where are the rest? Faith, three of our ordinance are burst. Burst? how comes that? Faith, overcharged, overcharged. But did not the train hold? O, yes, and the poor lady is irrecoverably blown up. Why, but which of the munition is miscarried? ha? Inprimis, sir PUNTARVOLO: next, the COUNTENANCE, and RESOLUTION. How? how for the love of wit? Troth, the Resolution is proved recreant; the Countenance hath changed his copy: and the passionate knight is shedding funeral tears over his departed dog. What's his dog dead? Poisoned, 'tis thought: marry, how, or by whom, that's left for some cunning woman here o' the Bankside to resolve. For my part, I know nothing, more than that we are like to have an exceeding melancholy supper of it. 'Slife, and I had purposed to be extraordinarily merry, I had drunk off a good preparative of old sack here: but will they come, will they come?
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nodes 1960–1999 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 66 of 74 in this edition
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488 words · 700 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.755 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
This is worth the obseruation, signior. Now, sir; here's to you; and I present you with so much of my loue. I take it kindly from you, sir, and will returne you the like proportion: but withall, sir, remembring the merry night wee had at the countesses, you know where, sir. By heauen, you put me in minde now of a very necessarie office, which I will propose in your pledge, sir: the health of that honorable countesse, and the sweet lady that sate by her, sir. I doe vaile to it with reuerence. And now, signior, with these ladies, I'le be bold to mixe the health of your diuine Mistris. Doe you know her, sir? O lord, sir, I: and in the respectfull memorie and mention of her, I could wish this wine were the most precious drugge in the world. Good faith, sir, you doe honour me in't exceedingly. Whom should he personate in this, signior? Faith, I know not, sir, obserue, obserue him. If it were the basest filth, or mud that runnes in the channell, I am bound to pledge it, respectiuely, sir. And now, sir, here is a replenisht bowle, which I will reciprocally turne vpon you, to the health of the count FRVGALE. The count FRVGALES health, sir? I'le pledge it on my knees, by this light. Will you, sir? I'le drinke it on my knee, then, by the light. Why, this is strange! Ha' you heard a better drunken dialogue? Nay, doe me right, sir. So I doe, in good faith. Good faith you doe not; mine was fuller. Why, beleeue me, it was not. Beleeue me, it was: and you doe lie. Lie, sir? I, sir. S'wounds! O, come, stab if you haue a mind to it. Stab? dost thou thinke I dare not? Nay, I beseech you, gentlemen, what meanes this? nay, looke, for shame respect your reputations. WHy, how now CARLO! what humour's this? O, my good Mischiefe! art thou come? where are the rest? where are the rest? Faith, three of our ordinance are burst. Burst? how comes that? Faith, ouer-charg'd, ouer-charg'd. But did not the traine hold? O, yes, and the poore lady is irrecouerably blowne vp. Why, but which of the munition is miscarried? ha? Inprimis, sir PVNTARVOLO: next, the COVNTENANCE, and RESOLVTION. How? how for the loue of wit? Troth, the Resolution is prou'd recreant; the Countenance hath chang'd his copie: and the passionate knight is shedding funerall teares ouer his departed dogge. What's his dogge dead? Poison'd, 'tis thought: mary, how, or by whom, that's left for some cunning woman here o' the Banke-side to resolue. For my part, I know nothing, more then that wee are like to haue an exeeding melancholy supper of it. S'life, and I had purpos'd to be extraordinarily merry, I had drunke off a good preparatiue of old sacke here: but will they come, will they come?