Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T46 Swords, quarrels and valour typicality 0.80 · 480 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
So sir, and how then, coz? 'Sfoot, I have lost my purse, I think. How? lost your purse? where? when had you it? I cannot tell, stay. 'Slid, I am afeard, they will know me, would I could get by them. What? ha' you it? No, I think I was bewitched, I— Nay, do not weep the loss, hang it, let it go. Oh, it's here: no, and it had been lost, I had not cared, but for a jet ring mistress MARY sent me. A jet ring? oh, the poesy, the poesy? Fine, i'faith! Though fancy sleep, my love is deep. Meaning that though I did not fancy her, yet she loved me dearly. Most excellent! And then, I sent her another, and my poesy was: The deeper, the sweeter, I'll be judged by St. PETER. How, by St. PETER? I do not conceive that! marry, St. PETER, to make up the meeter. Well, there the Saint was your good patron, he helped you at your need: thank him, thank him. I cannot take leave on 'em, so: I will venture, come what will. Gentlemen, please you change a few crowns, for a very excellent good blade, here? I am a poor gentleman, a soldier, one that (in the better state of my fortunes) scorned so mean a refuge, but now it is the humour of necessity, to have it so. You seem to be gentlemen, well affected to martial men, else I should rather die with silence, than line with shame: however, vouchsafe to remember, it is my want speaks, not myself. This condition agrees not with my spirit— Where hast thou served? May it please you, sir, in all the late wars of Bohemia, Hungaria, Dalmatia, Poland, where not, sir? I have been a poor servitor, by sea and land, any time this fourteen years, and followed the fortunes of the best Commanders in Christendom. I was twice shot at the taking of Aleppo, once at the relief of Vienna; I have been at Marseilles, Naples, and the Adriatic gulf, a gentleman-slave in the galleys, thrice, where I was most dangerously shot in the head, through both the thighs, and yet, being thus maimed, I am void of maintenance, nothing left me but my scars, the noted marks of my resolution. How will you sell this rapier, friend? Generous sir, I refer it to your own judgement; you are a gentleman, give me what you please. True, I am a gentleman, I know that friend: but what though? I pray you say, what would you ask? I assure you, the blade may become the side, or thigh of the best prince, in Europe. ay, with a velvet scabbard, I think. Nay, and 't be mine, it shall have a velvet scabbard, coz, that's flat: I'd not wear it as 'tis, and you would give me an angel.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 534–558 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 53 in this edition
Length
480 words · 679 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T46 — Swords, quarrels and valourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.802 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T42 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
So sir, and how then, couss? 'Sfoot, I haue lost my purse, I thinke. How? lost your purse? where? when had you it? I cannot tell, stay. 'Slid, I am afeard, they will know mee, would I could get by them. What? ha' you it? No, I thinke I was bewitcht, I— Nay, doe not weepe the losse, hang it, let it goe. Oh, it's here: no, and it had beene lost, I had not car'd, but for a iet ring mistris MARY sent me. A iet ring? oh, the poesie, the poesie? Fine, ifaith! Though fancie sleep, my loue is deepe. Meaning that though I did not fancie her, yet shee loued me dearely. Most excellent! And then, I sent her another, and my poesie was: The deeper, the sweeter, Ile be iudg'd by St. PETER. How, by St. PETER? I doe not conceiue that! Mary, St. PETER, to make vp the meeter. Well, there the Saint was your good patron, hee help't you at your need: thanke him, thanke him. I cannot take leaue on 'hem, so: I will venture, come what will. Gentlemen, please you change a few crownes, for a very excellent good blade, here? I am a poore gentleman, a souldier, one that (in the better state of my fortunes) scorn'd so meane a refuge, but now it is the humour of necessitie, to haue it so. You seeme to be gentlemen, well affected to martiall men, else I should rather die with silence, then line with shame: how euer, vouchsafe to remember, it is my want speakes, not my selfe. This condition agrees not with my spirit— Where hast thou seru'd? May it please you, sir, in all the late warres of Bohemia, Hungaria, Dalmatia, Poland, where not, sir? I haue beene a poore seruitor, by sea and land, any time this fourteene yeeres, and follow'd the fortunes of the best Commanders in christendome. I was twice shot at the taking of Alepo, once at the reliefe of Vienna; I haue beene at Marseilles, Naples, and the Adriatique gulfe, a gentleman-slaue in the galleys, thrice, where I was most dangerously shot in the head, through both the thighs, and yet, being thus maym'd, I am void of maintenance, nothing left me but my scarres, the noted markes of my resolution. How will you sell this rapier, friend? Generous sir, I referre it to your owne iudgement; you are a gentleman, giue me what you please. True, I am a gentleman, I know that friend: but what though? I pray you say, what would you aske? I assure you, the blade may become the side, or thigh of the best prince, in Europe. I, with a veluet scabberd, I thinke. Nay, and 't be mine, it shall haue a veluet scabberd, Couss, that's flat: I'de not weare it as 'tis, and you would giue me an angell.