Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.80 · 493 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.
Take comfort, good knight, if your cat ha' recovered her catarrh, fear nothing; your dogs mischance may be helped. Say how (sweet CARLO) for so god mend me, the poor knights moves draw me into fellowship of his misfortunes. But be not discouraged, good sir PUNTARVOLO, I am content your adventure shall be performed upon your cat. I believe you, musk cod, I believe you, for rather than thou wouldst make present repayment, thou wouldst take it upon his own bare return from Calais. Nay, 'ds life, he'd be content (so he were well rid out of his company) to pay him five for one, at his next meeting him in Paul's. But for your dog, sir PUNTAR, if he be not outright dead, there is a friend of mine, a quacksalver, shall put life in him again, that's certain. O, no, that comes too late. God's precious, knight, will you suffer this? Drawer, get me a candle, and hard wax, presently. I, and bring up supper; for I am so melancholy. O, signor, where's your Resolution? Resolution! hang him rascal: O, CARLO, if you love me, do not mention him. Why, how so? how so? O, the arrantest crocodile that ever Christian was acquainted with. By my gentry, I shall think the worse of tobacco while I live, for his sake: I did think him to be as tall a man— Nay, BUFFONE, the knight, the knight. S'hid, he looks like an image carved out of box, full of knots: his face is (for all the world) like a dutch purse, with the mouth downward; his beard the tassels: and he walks (let me see) as melancholy as one o' the Master's side in the Counter. Do you hear, sir PUNTAR? Sir, I do entreat you no more, but enjoin you to silence, as you affect your peace. Nay, but dear knight, understand (here are none but friends, and such as wish you well) I would ha' you do this now; Flea me your dog presently (but in any case keep the head) and stuff his skin well with straw, as you see these dead monsters at Bartholomew fair. I shall be sudden, I tell you. Or if you like not that, sir, get me somewhat a less dog, and clap into the skin; here's a slave about the town here, a Iew, one YOHAN; or a fellow that makes perukes, will glue it on artificially, it shall ne'er be discerned, besides, 'twill be so much the warmer for the hound to travail in, you know. Sir PUNTARVOLO, 'death, can you be so patient? O thus, sir: you may haue (as you come through Germany) a familiar for little or nothing, shall turne it selfe into the shape of your dogge, or any thing (what you will) for certaine houres; 'ods my life, knight, what doe you meane? youle offer no violence, will you? hold, hold. 'Sdeath, you slave, you bandog, you.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2020–2040 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 68 of 74 in this edition
Length
493 words · 705 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T13 — Knights, squires and ladiesreviewed — decision pending · typicality 0.805 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T17 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Take comfort, good knight, if your cat ha' recouered her catarrhe, feare nothing; your dogges mischance may be holpen. Say how (sweet CARLO) for so god mend mee, the poore knights moues draw mee into fellowship of his misfortunes. But be not discourag'd, good sir PVNTARVOLO, I am content your aduenture shall be perform'd vpon your cat. I beleeue you, muske cod, I beleeue you, for rather then thou would'st make present repayment, thou would'st take it vpon his owne bare returne from Calice. Nay, 'ds life, hee'ld bee content (so hee were well rid out of his company) to pay him fiue for one, at his next meeting him in Paules. But for your dogge, sir PVNTAR, if hee bee not out-right dead, there is a friend of mine, a quack-saluer, shall put life in him againe, that's certaine. O, no, that comes too late. Gods precious, knight, will you suffer this? Drawer, get me a candle, and hard waxe, presently. I, and bring vp supper; for I am so melancholy. O, signior, where's your Resolution? Resolution! hang him rascall: O, CARLO, if you loue me, doe not mention him. Why, how so? how so? O, the arrant'st crocodile that euer Christian was acquainted with. By my gentrie, I shall thinke the worse of tabacco while I liue, for his sake: I did thinke him to be as tall a man— Nay, BVFFONE, the knight, the knight. S'hid, hee lookes like an image carued out of boxe, full of knots: his face is (for all the world) like a dutch purse, with the mouth downeward; his beard the tassels: and hee walkes (let mee see) as melancholy as one o' the Masters side in the Counter. Doe you heare, sir PVNTAR? Sir, I doe entreat you no more, but enioyne you to silence, as you affect your peace. Nay, but deare knight, vnderstand (here are none but friends, and such as wish you well) I would ha' you doe this now; Flea me your dogge presently (but in any case keepe the head) and stuffe his skin well with straw, as you see these dead monsters at Bartholmew faire. I shall be suddaine, I tell you. Or if you like not that, sir, get me somewhat a lesse dog, and clap into the skin; here's a slaue about the towne here, a Iew, one YOHAN; or a fellow that makes perrukes, will glew it on artificially, it shall ne're be discern'd, besides, 'twill be so much the warmer for the hound to trauaile in, you know. Sir PVNTARVOLO, 'death, can you be so patient? O thus, sir: you may haue (as you come through Germany) a familiar for little or nothing, shall turne it selfe into the shape of your dogge, or any thing (what you will) for certaine houres; 'ods my life, knight, what doe you meane? youle offer no violence, will you? hold, hold. 'Sdeath, you slaue, you bandog, you.