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 0.86 · 510 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.
I? come, come, sit, here's my bare heart to thee, As steady as is this centre to the glorious world. And yet hark, thou art a Cornuto; but by me? Yes slave by thee. Do not, do not with tart and spleenful breath, Lose him can lose thee; I offend my Duke. Bear record O ye dumb and raw-aired nights, How vigilant my sleepless eyes have been, To watch the traitor; record thou spirit of truth, With what debasement I ha' thrown myself, To under offices, only to learn The truth, the party, time, the means, the place, By whom, and when, and where thou wert disgraced. And am I paid with slave? hath my intrusion To places private, and prohibited, Only to observe the closer passages, Heaven knows with vows of revelation, Made me suspected, made me deemed a villain? What rogue hath wronged us? Mendoza, I may err. Err? 'tis too mild a name, but err and err, Run giddy with suspect, for through me thou know That which most creatures save thyself do know: Nay since my service hath so loathed reject, Before I'll reveal, shalt find them clipped together. Mendoza, Thou knowst I am a most plain breasted man. The fitter to make a cuckold: would your brows were most plain too. Tell me, indeed I heard thee rail. At women, true, why what cold phlegm could choose, Knowing a Lord so honest, virtuous, So boundless loving, bounteous, faire-shapt, sweet, To be contemned, abused, defamed, made cuckolo: heart, I hate all women for't, sweet sheets, wax lights, antic bed●postes, cambric smocks, villainous Curtains, arras pictures, oiled hinges, and all the tongue-tied lascivious witnesses of great creatures wantonness: what salvation can you expect? Wilt thou tell me? Why you may find it yourself, observe, observe. I ha' not the patience, wilt thou deserve me; tell, give it. Take't, why Ferneze is the man, Ferneze, I'll prove't, this night you shall take him in your sheets, wilt serve? It will, my bozoms in some peace, till night. What? Farewell. God how weak a Lord are you, Why do you think there is no more but so? Why? Nay then will I presume to counsel you, It should be thus; you with some guard upon the sudden Break into the Prince's chamber, I stay behind Without the door, through which he needs must pass, Ferneze flies, let him, to me he comes, he's killed By me, observe by me, you follow, I rail, And seem to save the body: Duchess comes On whom (respecting her advanced birth, And your fair nature,) I know, nay I do know No violence must be used. She comes, I storm, I praise, excuse Ferneze, and still maintain The Duchess honour, she for this loves me, I honour you, shall know her soul, you mine, Then nought shall she contrive in vengeance, (As women are most thoughtful in revenge) Of her Ferneze, but you shall sooner know't Then she can think't. Thus shall his death come sure, Your Duchess brain-caught; so your life secure.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 324–385 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 38 in this edition
Length
510 words · 727 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.862 (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)
I? come, come, sit, heeres my bare heart to thee, As steddy as is this centre to the glorious world. And yet harke, thou art a Cornuto; but by me? Yes slaue by thee. Do not, do not with tart and spleenefull breath, Loose him can loose thee; I offend my Duke. Beare record O ye dumbe and raw-ayrde nights, How vigilant my sleepelesse eyes haue beene, To watch the traitour; record thou spirit of truth, With what debasement I ha throwne my selfe, To vnder offices, onely to learne The truth, the party, time, the meanes, the place, By whom, and when, and where thou wert disgrac'd. And am I paid with slaue? hath my intrusion To places priuate, and prohibited, Onely to obserue the closer passages, Heauen knowes with vowes of reuelation, Made me suspected, made me deemd a villaine? What rogue hath wronged vs? Mendoza, I may erre. Erre? tis too milde a name, but erre and erre, Runne giddy with suspect, for through me thou know That which most creatures saue thy selfe do know: Nay since my seruice hath so loath'd reiect, Fore Ile reueale, shalt finde them clipt together. Mendoza, Thou know'st I am a most plaine breasted man. The fitter to make a cuckolde: would your browes were most plaine too. Tell me, indeede I heard thee raile. At women, true, why what cold fleame could choose, Knowing a Lord so honest, vertuous, So boundlesse loving, bounteous, faire-shapt, sweete, To be contemn'd, abusde, defamde, made cuckolo: Hart, I hate all women for't, sweete sheetes, waxe lightes, antique bedpostes, cambricke smocks, villanous curtaies, arras pictures, oyde hinges, and all the tongue-tide lasciuious witnesses of great creatures wantonnesse: what saluation can you expect? Wilt thou tell me? Why you may find it your selfe, obserue, obserue. I ha not the patience, wilt thou deserue me; tell, giue it. Tak't, why Ferneze is the man, Ferneze, Ile proou't, this night you shall take him in your sheetes, wilt serue? It will, my bozom's in some peace, till night. What? Farewell. God! how weake a Lord are you, Why do you thinke there is no more but so? Why? Nay then will I presume to counsell you, It should be thus; you with some guard vpon the suddaine Breake into the Princes chamber, I stay behinde Without the doore, through which he needs must passe, Ferneze flies, let him, to me he comes, hee's kild By me, obserue by me, you follow, I raile, And seeme to saue the bodie: Dutches comes On whom (respecting her aduanced birth, And your faire nature,) I know, nay I do know No violence must be vsed. She comes, I storme, I praise, excuse Ferneze, and still maintaine The Dutches honor, she for this loues me, I honour you, shall know her soule, you mine, Then naught shall she contriue in vengeance, (As women are most thoughtfull in reuenge) Of her Ferneze, but you shall sooner know't Then she can think't. —Thus shall his death come sure, Your Dutches braine-caught; so your life secure.