Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.81 · 492 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.
As you love wit, stay the enraged knight, gentlemen. By my knighthood, he that stirs in his rescue, die. Drawer, be gone. Murder, murder, murder. I, are you howling, you wolf? Gentlemen, as you tender your lives, suffer no man to enter, till my revenge be perfect. Sirrah, BUFFONE, lie down; make no exclamations, but down: down, you cur, or I will make thy blood flow on my rapier hilts. Sweet knight, hold in thy fury, and 'fore heaven, I'll honour thee more, than the Turk does MAHOMET. down (I say.) Who's there? Here's the Constable, open the doors. Good, MACILENTE. Open no door, if the ADALANTADO of Spain were here, he should not enter: On, help me with the light, gentlemen: you knock in vain, sir officer. Et in Brute! Sirrah, close your lips, or I will drop it in thine eyes by heaven. O, O. Open the door, or I will break it open. Nay, good Constable, have patience a little, you shall come in presently, we have almost done. So; now, are you out of your humour, sir? Shift, gentlemen. LAy hold upon this gallant, and pursue the rest. Lay hold on me, sir! for what? Marry, for your not here, sir, with the rest of your companions. My riot! master Constable, take heed what you do. CARLO, did I offer any violence? O, sir, you see he is not in case to answer you, and that makes you so peremptory. Peremptory, 'slife I appeal to the drawers, if I did him any hard measure. They are all gone, there's none of them will be laid any hold on. Well, sir, you are like to answer till the rest can be found out. 'Slid, I appear to GEORGE, here. Tut, GEORGE was not here: away with him to the Counter, sirs. Come, sir, you were best get yourself dressed somewhere. Good lord, that master CARLO could not take heed, and knowing what a gentleman the knight is, if he be angry. A pox on 'em, they have left all the meat on our hands, would they were choked with it form. What, are they gone, sirs? O, here's master MACILENTE. Sirrah, GEORGE, do you see that concealment there? that napkin under the table? God's so, signor FUNGOSO! Her's good pawn for the reckoning, be sure you keep him here, and Ice him not go away till I come again, though he offer to discharge all: I'll return presently. Sirrah, we have a pawn for the reckoning. What? of MACILENTE? No, look under the table. I hope, all be quiet now: if I can get but forth of this street, I care not, masters, I pray you tell me, is the Constable gone? What? master FUNGOSO? Was't not a good device this same of me, sirs? Yes saith; ha' you been here all this while? O god, I▪ good sir, look, and the coast be clear, I'd feign be going.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2041–2080 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 69 of 74 in this edition
Length
492 words · 725 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T13 — Knights, squires and ladiesreviewed — decision pending · typicality 0.810 (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)
As you loue wit, stay the enraged knight, gentlemen. By my knighthood, he that stirres in his rescue, dies. Drawer, be gone. Murder, murder, murder. I, are you howling, you wolfe? Gentlemen, as you tender your liues, suffer no man to enter, till my reuenge be perfect. Sirha, BVFFONE, lie downe; make no exclamations, but downe: downe, you curre, or I will make thy bloud flow on my rapier hilts. Sweet knight, hold in thy urie, and 'fore heauen, I'le honour thee more, then the Turke do's MAHOMET. Downe (I say.) Who's there? Here's the Constable, open the dores. Good, MACILENTE. Open no dore, if the ADALANTADO of Spaine were here, he should not enter: On, helpe me with the light, gentlemen: you knocke in vaine, sir officer. Et in Brute! Sirha, close your lips, or I will drop it in thine eyes by heauen. O, O. Open the dore, or I will breake it open. Nay, good Constable, haue patience a little, you shall come in presently, we haue almost done. So; now, are you out of your humour, sir? Shift, gentlemen. LAy hold vpon this gallant, and pursue the rest. Lay hold on me, sir! for what? Mary, for your not here, sir, with the rest of your companions. My riot! master Constable, take heed what you doe. CARLO, did I offer any violence? O, sir, you see he is not in case to answere you, and that makes you so paramptorie. Peremptorie, s'life I appeale to the drawers, if I did him any hard measure. They are all gone, there's none of them will bee laid any hold on. Well, sir, you are like to answere till the rest can be found out. Slid, I appeare to GEORGE, here. Tut, GEORGE was not here: away with him to the Counter, sirs. Come, sir, you were best get your selfe drest somewhere. Good lord, that master CARLO could not take heed, and knowing what a gentleman the knight is, if hee bee angrie. A poxe on 'hem, they haue left all the meate on our hands, would they were choakt with it forme. What, are they gone, sirs? O, here's master MACILENTE. Sirha, GEORGE, doe you see that concealement there? that napkin vnder the table? Gods so, signior FVNGOSO! Her's good pawne for the reckoning, bee sure you keepe him here, and Ice him not goe away till I come againe, though hee offer to discharge all: Ile returne presently. Sirrah, we haue a pawne for the reckoning. What? of MACILENTE? No, looke vnder the table. I hope, all be quiet now: if I can get but forth of this street, I care not, masters, I pray you tell me, is the Constable gone? What? master FVNGOSO? Was't not a good deuice this same of me, sirs? Yes saith; ha' you beene here all this while? O god, I▪ good sir, looke, and the coast be cleere, I'ld faine be going.