Marston, John / Webster, John · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 [1602-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.78 · 514 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
SIR, the Gentlemen will be angry if you sit hear. Why? we may sit upon the stage at the private house: thou dost not take me for a country gentleman, dost? dost think I fear hissing? I'll hold my life thou took'st me for one of the players. No sir. By gods slid if you had, I would have given you but six pence for your stool: Let them that have stale suits, sit in the galleries, hiss at me: he that will be laughed out of a Tavern or an Ordinary, shall seldom feed well or be drunk in good company. Where's Harry Cundale, D: Burbidge, and W. Sly, let me speak with some of them. An't please you to go in sir, you may. I tell you no; I am one that hath seen this play often, & can give them intellegence for their action: I have most of the jests here in my table-book. Save you Coose. O Cousin, come you shall sit between my legs hear. No indeed cousin, the audience than will take me for a viol de gamba, and think that you play upon me. Nay, ther that I work upon you cousin. We stayed for you at supper last night at my cousin Hony-moones the woollen Draper: After supper we drew cuts for a score of Apricoks, the longest cut still to draw an Apricoke: by this light 'twas Mistress Frank Hony-moones fortune, still to have the longest cut: I did measure for the women. What be these cousin? The Players. God save you. You are very welcome. I pray you know this Gentleman my cousin, 'tis Master Doomesdays son the usurer. I beseech you sir be covered. No in good faith for mine ease, look you my hat's the handle to this fan: Gods so, what a beast was I, I did not leave my father at home. Well, but I'll take an order with you. Why do you conceal your feather sir? Why? do you think I'll have jests broken upon me in the play to be laughed at: this play hath beaten all your gallants out of the feathers: Black friars hath almost spoiled black friars for feathers. God's so, I thought 'twas for somewhat our gentlewomen at home counselled me to wear my feather to the play, yet I am loath to spoil it. Why cousin? Because I got it in the tiltyard: there was a Herald broke my pate for taking it up: but I have worn it up & down the strand, and met him forty times since, and yet he dares not challenge it. Do you hear sir, this play is a bitter play. Why sir, 'tis neither Satire nor Moral, but the mean passage of a history: Yet there are a sort of discontented creatures that bear a stingeles●e envy to great ones, and these will wrest the doings of any man to their base malicious appliment: but should their interpretation come to the teste, like your marmasite, they presently turn their teeth to their tail & eat it.
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Position
nodes 0–22 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 38 in this edition
Length
514 words · 668 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T9 — Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playerscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.776 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T15 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
SIR, the Gentlemen will be angry if you sit heare. Why? we may sit vpon the stage at the private house: thou doest not take me for a country gentleman, doest? doest thinke I feare hissing? Ile holde my life thou took'st me for one of the plaiers. No sir. By gods slid if you had, I would have given you but six pence for your stoole: Let them that have stale suites, sit in the galleries, hisse at mee: he that will be laught out of a Taverne or an Ordinarie, shall seldome feede well or be drunke in good company. Where's Harry Cundale, D: Burbidge, and W: Sly, let me speake with some of them. An't please you to go in sir, you may. I tell you no; I am one that hath seene this play often, & can give them intellegence for their action: I have most of the ieasts heere in my table-booke. Save you Coose. O Coosin, come you shall sit betweene my legges heare. No indeede coosin, the audience then will take me for a viol de gambo, and thinke that you play vpon me. Nay, her that I worke vpon you coose. We staied for you at supper last night at my coosin Hony-moones the woollen Draper: After supper we drew cuttes for a score of Apricoks, the longest cut stil to draw an Apricoke: by this light t'was Mistris Franke Hony-moones fortune, still to have the longest cut: I did measure for the women. What be these coose? The Plaiers. God save you. You are verie welcome. I pray you know this Gentleman my coosin, t'is Master Doomesdaies sonne the vserer. I beseech you sir be coverd. No in good faith for mine ease, looke you my hat's the handle to this fanne: Gods so, what a beast was I, I did not leave my father at home. Well, but Ile take an order with you. Why do you conceale your feather sir? Why? do you thinke Ile have ieasts broken vpon me in the play to be laught at: this play hath beaten all your gallants out of the feathers: Blacke friars hath almost spoild blacke friars for feathers. Gods so, I thought t'was for somewhat our gentlewomen at home counseld me to weare my feather to the play, yet I am loth to spoile it. Why coose? Because I got it in the tilt-yard: there was a Harralde broke my pate for taking it vp: but I have worne it vp & downe the strand, and met him fortie times since, and yet hee dares not challenge it. Do you heare sir, this play is a bitter play. Why sir, tis neither Satyre nor Morall, but the meane passage of a historie: Yet there are a sort of discontented creatures that beare a stingelese envie to great ones, and these will wrest the doings of any man to their base malitious appliment: but should their interpretation come to the teste, like your marmasite, they presently turne their teeth to their taile & eate it.