Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.84 · 488 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
But, sweet lady, say: am I well enough attired for the court, in sadness? Well enough? excellent well, sweet Mistress CHLOE, this straight-bodied city attire (I can tell you) will stir a courtier's blood, more, than the finest loose sacks the ladies use to be put in; and then you are as well jewelled as any of them, your ruff, and linen about you, is much more pure than theirs: And for your beauty, I can tell you, there's many of them would defy the painter, if they could change with you. marry, the worst is, you must look to be envied, and endure a few courtfrumps for it. O JOVE, Madam, I shall buy them too cheap! Give me my muff, and my dog there. And will the ladies be any thing familiar with me, think you? O JUNO! why, you shall see 'em flock about you with their puff wings, and ask you, where you bought your lawn? and what you paid for it? who starches you? and entreat you to help 'em to some pure laundresses, out of the city. O CUPID! give me my fan, and my mask too: And will the lords, and the poets there, use one well too, lady? Doubt not of that: you shall have kisses from them, go pit-pat, pit-pat, pit-pat, upon your lips, as thick as stones out of slings, at the assault of a city. And than your ears will be so furred with the breath of their compliments, that you cannot catch cold of your head (if you would) in three winters after. Thank you, sweet lady. O heaven! And how must one behave herself amongst 'em? you know all. Faith, impudently enough, mistress CHLOE, and well enough. Carry not too much under-thought betwixt yourself and them; nor your city mannerly word (forsooth) use it not too often in any case; but plain, ay, Madam; and, No, Madam: Nor never say, your Lordship, nor your Honour; but, you, and you my Lord, and my Lady: the other, they count too simple, and minsitive. And though they desire to kiss heaven with their titles, yet they will count them fools that give them too humbly. O intolerable, JUPITER! By my troth, lady, I would not for a world, but you had lain in my house: and i' faith you shall not pay a farthing, for your board, nor your chambers. O, sweet Mistress CHLOE! i'faith, you shall not lady, nay, good lady, do not offer it. COme, where be these ladies? By your leave, bright stars, this gentleman and I are come to man you to court: where your late kind entertainment is now to be requited with a heavenly banquet. A heavenly banquet, Gallus? No less, my dear, CYTHERIS. That were not strange, lady, if the epithet were only given for the company invited thither; yourself, and this fair gentlewoman. Are we invited to court, sir?
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1051–1066 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 57 in this edition
Length
488 words · 686 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complimentcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.840 (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)
BVt, sweet ladie, say: am I well inough attir'd for the court, in sadnesse? Well inough? excellent well, sweet Mistris CHLOE, this straight-bodied city attire (I can tell you) will stir a courtiers bloud, more, then the finest loose sacks the ladies vse to be put in; and then you are as well iewell'd as any of them, your ruffe, and linnen about you, is much more pure then theirs: And for your beautie, I can tell you, there's many of them would defie the painter, if they could change with you. Mary, the worst is, you must looke to be enuied, and endure a few courtfrumps for it. O IOVE, Madam, I shall buy them too cheape! Giue me my muffe, and my dogge there. And will the ladies be any thing familiar with me, thinke you? O IVNO! why, you shall see 'hem flock about you with their puffe wings, and aske you, where you bought your lawne? and what you paid for it? who starches you? and entreat you to helpe 'hem to some pure landresses, out of the citie. O CVPID! giue me my fanne, and my masque too: And will the lords, and the poets there, vse one well too, ladie? Doubt not of that: you shall haue kisses from them, goe pit-pat, pit-pat, pit-pat, vpon your lips, as thick as stones out of slings, at the assault of a citie. And then your eares will be so furd with the breath of their complements, that you cannot catch cold of your head (if you would) in three winters after. Thanke you, sweet ladie. O heauen! And how must one behaue her selfe amongst 'hem? you know all. Faith, impudently inough, mistris CHLOE, and well inough. Carrie not too much vnder-thought betwixt your selfe and them; nor your citie mannerly word (forsooth) vse it not too often in any case; but plaine, I, Madam; and, No, Madam: Nor neuer say, your Lordship, nor your Honor; but, you, and you my Lord, and my Ladie: the other, they count too simple, and minsitiue. And though they desire to kisse heauen with their titles, yet they will count them fooles that giue them too humbly. O intolerable, IVPITER! By my troth, ladie, I would not for a world, but you had lyen in my house: and i' faith you shall not pay a farthing, for your boord, nor your chambers. O, sweet Mistresse CHLOE! I faith, you shall not ladie, nay, good ladie, doe not offer it. COme, where be these ladies? By your leaue, bright starres, this gentleman and I are come to man you to court: where your late kind entertainement is now to bee requited with a heauenly banquet. A heauenly banquet, Gallus? No lesse, my deare, CYTHERIS. That were not strange, ladie, if the epithete were onely giuen for the companie inuited thither; your selfe, and this faire gentlewoman. Are we inuited to court, sir?