Marston, John / Webster, John · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 [1602-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.84 · 502 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
'tis gone, 'tis swallowed like a mineral, some way 'twill work, phewt I'll not shrink," Hees resolute who can no lower sink. O the father of Maypoles, did you never see a fellow whose strength consisted in his breath, respect in his office, religion on his Lord, and love in himself? why then behold. Signior. My right worshipful Lerd, Your court nightcap makes you have a passing high forehead. I can tell you strange news, but I am sure you know them already. The Duke speaks much good of you. Go to then, and shall you and I now enter into a strict friendship? Second one another. Yes. Do one another good offices. Just, what though I called thee old Ox, egregious wittal, Broken-bellied Coward, Rotten Mummy, Yet since I am in favour: Words of course, terms of disport. His grace presents you by me a chain, as his grateful remembrance for— I am ignorant for what, marry ye may impart: Yet howsoever— come— dear friend: Dost know my son? Your son? He shall eat woodcocks, dance jigs, make possets, and play at shuttlecock with any young Lord about the Court: he has as sweet a Lady too: dost know her little bitch? 'tis a dog man. Believe me, a she bitch? O 'tis a good creature, thou shalt be her servant, I'll make thee acquainted with my young wife too: what, I keep her not at Court for nothing: 'tis grown to supper time, come to my table, that any thing I have stands open to thee. How smooth to him that is in state of grace, How servile is the ruggedst Courtiers face. What Profit, nay what Nature would keep down, Are heaved to them, are minions to a crown. Envious ambition never sates his thirst, Till sucking all, he swells, and swells, and bursts. I shall now leave you with my always best wishes, only let's hold betwixt us a firm correspondence, a mutuall-frendly-reciprocall-kinde of steddie-unanimous-hartily leagued.— Did your sinniorship ne'er see a pigeon house that was smooth, round, and white without, and full of holes and stink within, ha' ye not old Courtier? O yes, 'tis the form the fashion of them all. Adieu my true Court-friend, farewell my dear Castilio. Yonder's Mendoza. True, the privy key. I take my leave, sweet Lord. 'tis fit, away. Leave your suits with me, I can and will: attend my Secretary, leave me. Mendoza, hark ye, hark ye. You are a treacherous villain, Good bye ye. Out you base borne rascal. We are all the sons of heaven, though a Tripe wife were our mother; a you whoreson hot rained he Marmoset, Aegisthus didst ever hear of one Aegisthus? Gistus? I Aegisthus, he was a filthy incontinent Fleshmonger, such a one as thou art. Out grumbling rogue. Orestes, beware Orestes. Out beggar. I once shall rise. Thou rise? I at the resurrection. No vulgar seed, but once may rise, and shall, No King so huge, but fore he die, may fall.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 211–257 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 7 of 38 in this edition
Length
502 words · 746 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.845 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T0 · seed 44: T0 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Tis gone, tis swallowed like a minerall, some way t'will worke, phewt Ile not shrinke, "Hees resolute who can no lower sinke. O the father of May-poles, did you neuer see a fellow whose strength consisted in his breath, respect in his office, religion on his Lord, and loue in himselfe? why then behold. Sinior. My right worshipfull Lerd, Your court night-cap makes you haue a passing high fore-head. I can tell you strange newes, but I am sure you know them already. The Duke speakes much good of you. Go to then, and shall you and I now enter into a strict friendship? Second one another. Yes. Do one another good offices. Iust, what though I cal'd thee old Oxe, egregious Wittall, Broken-bellied Coward, Rotten Mummy, Yet since I am in favor: Words of course, tearmes of disport. His grace presents you by me a chaine, as his gratefull remembrance for—I am ignorant for what, marry yee may impart: Yet howsoeuer—come—deare friend: Doost know my sonne? Your sonne? He shall eate wood-cocks, dance jigges, make possets, and play at shuttle-cocke with any yong Lord about the Court: he haz as sweete a Lady too: doost know her little bitch? Tis a dogge man. Beleeue me, a shee bitch? O tis a good creature, thon shalt be her servant, Ile make thee acquainted with my yong wife too: what, I keepe her not at Court for nothing: Tis growne to supper time, come to my table, that any thing I haue standes open to thee. How smooth to him that is in state of grace, How servile is the ruggedst Courtiers face. What Profit, nay what Nature would keepe downe, Are heav'd to them, are minions to a crowne. Enuious ambition neuer sates his thirst, Till sucking all, he swells, and swells, and burstes. I shall now leaue you with my alwaies best wishes, onely let's hold betwixt vs a firme correspondence, a mutuall-frendly-reciprocall-kinde of steddie-vnanimous-hartily leagued.— Did your sinniorship ne're see a pigeon house that was smooth, round, and white without, and full of holes and stinke within, ha ye not old Courtier? O yes, tis the forme the fashion of them all. Adue my true Court-friend, farewell my deare Castilio. Yonders Mendoza. True, the priuie key. I take my leaue, sweete Lord. Tis fit, away. Leaue your suites with me, I can and will: attend my Secretary, leaue me. Mendoza, harke yee, harke yee. You are a treacherous villaine, God bwy yee. Out you base borne rascall. We are all the sonnes of heauen, though a Tripe wife were our mother; a you whore-sonne hot rainde he Marmoset, Egistus didst euer heare of one Egistus? Gistus? I Egistus, he was a filthy incontinent Flesh-monger, such a one as thou art. Out grumbling rogue. Orestes, beware Orestes. Out beggar. I once shall rise. Thou rise? I at the resurrection. "No vulgar seede, but once may rise, and shall, "No King so huge, but fore he die, may fall.