Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.84 · 497 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Here, daughter VENUS, I drink to thee. Thank you, good father JUPITER. Why, mother JUNO! gods and fiends! what, wilt thou suffer this ocular temptation? MARS is enraged, he looks big, and begins to stut, for anger. Well played, Captain MARS. Well said, minstrel MOMUS: I must put you in? must I? When will you be in good fooling of yourself, fiddler? never? O, 'tis our fashion, to be silent, when there is a better fool in place, ever. Thank you, rascal. Fill to our daughter VENUS, GANYMEDE, who fills her father with affection. Wilt thou be ranging, JUPITER, before my face? Why not, JUNO? why should JUPITER stand in awe of thy face, JUNO? Because it is thy wives face, JUPITER. What, shall a husband be afraid of his wives face? will she paint it so horribly? we are a King, cotquean; and we will reign in our pleasures; and we will cudgel thee to death, if thou find fault with us. I will find fault with thee, King cuckold-maker: what, shall the King of gods turn the King of good fellows, and have no fellow in wickedness? This makes our poets, that know our profaneness, live as profane, as we: By my godhead, JUPITER; I will join with all the other gods, here; bind thee hand and foot; throw thee down into earth; and make a poor poet of thee, if thou abuse me thus. A good smart-tongued Goddess; a right JUNO. JUNO, we will cudgel thee, JUNO: we told thee so yesterday, when thou wert jealous of us, for THETIS. Nay, today she had me in inquisition too. Well said, my fine Phrygian fry, inform, inform. Give me some wine (King of Heralds) I may drink to my cockatrice. No more, GANYMEDE, we will cudgel thee, JUNO: by STYX, we will. ay, 'tis well, Gods may grow impudent in iniquity, and they must not be told of it— Yea, we will knock our chin against our breast; and shake thee out of Olympus, into an oyster-boat, for thy scolding. Your nose is not long enough to do it, JUPITER, if all thy strumpets, thou hast among the stars, took thy part. And there is never a star in thy forehead, but shall be a horn, if thou persist to abuse me. A good jest, i' faith. We tell thee, thou anger'st us, cotquean; and we will thunder thee in pieces, for thy cotqueanity. Another good jest. O, my hammers, and my Cyclops! this boy fills not wine enough, to make us kind enough, to one another. Nor thou hast not collied thy face enough, stinkard. I'll ply the table with nectar, and make them friends. Heaven is like to have but a lame skinker, then. " Wine, and good livers, make true lovers: I'll sentence them together. Here father, here mother, for shame, drink yourselves drunk, and forget this dissension: you two should cling together, before our faces, and give us example of unity.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1261–1290 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 57 in this edition
Length
497 words · 745 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T12 — Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and Marscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.838 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T28 · seed 44: T22 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Here, daughter VENVS, I drinke to thee. 'Thanke you, good father IVPITER. Why, mother IVNO! gods and fiends! what, wilt thou suffer this ocular temptation? MARS is enrag'd, hee lookes bigge, and begins to stut, for anger. Well plaid, Captaine MARS. Well said, minstrell MOMVS: I must put you in? must I? When will you be in good fooling of your selfe, fiddler? neuer? O, 'tis our fashion, to be silent, when there is a better foole in place, euer. 'Thanke you, rascall. Fill to our daughter VENVS, GANYMEDE, who fills her father with affection. Wilt thou be ranging, IVPITER, before my face? Why not, IVNO? why should IVPITER stand in awe of thy face, IVNO? Because it is thy wiues face, IVPITER. What, shall a husband be afraid of his wiues face? will shee paint it so horribly? Wee are a King, cot-queane; and we will raigne in our pleasures; and wee will cudgell thee to death, if thou finde fault with vs. I will find fault with thee, King cuckold-maker: what, shall the King of gods turne the King of good fellowes, and haue no fellow in wickednesse? This makes our poets, that know our prophanenesse, liue as prophane, as we: By my god-head, IVPITER; I will ioyne with all the other gods, here; bind thee hand and foot; throw thee downe into earth; and make a poore poet of thee, if thou abuse me thus. A good smart-tongu'd Goddesse; a right IVNO. IVNO, we will cudgell thee, IVNO: we told thee so yesterday, when thou wert iealous of vs, for THETIS. Nay, to day shee had me in inquisition too. Well said, my sine Phrygian frie, informe, informe. Giue mee some wine (King of Heralds) I may drinke to my cockatrice. No more, GANYMEDE, wee will cudgell thee, IVNO: by SYX, we will. I, 'tis well, Gods may grow impudent in iniquitie, and they must not be told of it— Yea, we will knocke our chinne against our brest; and shake thee out of Olympus, into an oyster-bote, for thy scolding. Your nose is not long enough to doe it, IVPITER, if all thy strumpets, thou hast among the starres, tooke thy part. And there is neuer a starre in thy fore-head, but shall be a horne, if thou persist to abuse me. A good iest, i' faith. We tell thee, thou anger'st vs, cot-queane; and we will thunder thee in peeces, for thy cot-queanitie. Another good iest. O, my hammers, and my Cyclops! this boy fills not wine enough, to make vs kind enough, to one another. Nor thou hast not collied thy face enough, stinkard. I'le ply the table with nectar, and make them friends. Heauen is like to haue but a lame skinker, then. "Wine, and good liuers, make true louers: I'le sentence them together. Here father, here mother, for shame, drinke your selues drunke, and forget this dissention: you two should cling together, before our faces, and giue vs example of vnitie.