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 0.82 · 527 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.
Medam, Medam, are you stirring Medam? if you be stirring Medam, if I thought I should disturb ye. My Lady is up forsooth. A pretty boy, faith how old art thou? I think fourteen. Nay, and ye be in the teens: are ye a gentleman borne? do you know me? my name is Medam Maquerelle, I lie in the old coney court. See here the Ladies. A fair day to ye Maquarelle. Is the Duchess up yet Sentinel? O Ladies, the most abominable mischance, O dear Ladies, the most piteous disaster, Ferneze was taken last night in the Duchess chamber: alas the Duke catched him and killed him. Was he found in bed? O no, but the villainous certainty is, the door was not bolted, the tongue-tied hatch held his peace: so the naked troth is, he was found in his shirt, whilst I like an errand beast, lay in the outward chamber, heard nothing, and yet they came by me in the dark, and yet I felt them not, like a senseless creature as I was. O beauties, look to your buske-pointes, if not chastely, yet charily: be sure the door be bolted: is your Lord gone to Florence's? Yes Maquarelle. I hope you'll find the discretion to purchase a fresh gown for his return: Now by my troth beauties I would ha' ye once wise: he loves ye, pish: he is witty; bubble: fair proportioned, meaw: nobly borne, wind: let this be still your fixed position, esteem me every man according to his good gifts, and so ye shall ever remain most dear, and most worthy to be most dear Ladies. Is the Duke returned from hunting yet? They say not yet. 'tis now in midst of day. How bears the Duchess with this blemish now? Faith boldly, strongly defies defame, as one that has a Duke to her father. And there's a note to you: be sure of a stout friend in a corner, that may always awe your husband. Mark the behaviour of the Duchess now: she dares defame, cries Duke, do what thou canst, I'll quite mine honour: nay, as one confirmed in her own virtue against ten thousand mouths that mutter her disgrace, she's presently for dances. For dances? Most true. Most strange: see, here's my servant young Ferrard: how many servants thinkst thou I have Maquerelle? The more, the merrier: 'twas well said; use your servants as you do your smocks, have many, use one, and change often, for that's most sweet and courtlike. Save ye fair Ladies, is the Duke returned? Sweet sir no voice of him as yet in Court. T is very strange. And how like you my servant Maquorelle? I think he could hardly draw Ulysses bow, but by my fidelity, were his nose narrower, his eyes broader, his hands thinner, his lips thicker, his legs bigger, his feet lesser, his hair blacker, and his teeth whiter, he were a tolerable sweet youth i'faith. And he will come to my chamber, I will read him the fortune of his beard. Not yet returned I fear, but The Duchess approacheth. We will dance, music, we will dance.
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Position
nodes 911–940 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 24 of 38 in this edition
Length
527 words · 724 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.821 (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)
Medam, Medam, are you stirring Medam? if you bee stirring Medam, if I thought I should disturbe yee. My Lady is vp forsooth. A pretty boy, faith how old art thou? I thinke foueteene. Nay, and yee bee in the teenes: are yee a gentleman borne? do you know me? my name is Medam Maquerelle, I lie in the old cunny court. See heere the Ladies. A faire day to yee Maquarelle. Is the Dutches vp yet Centinell? O Ladies, the most abhominble mischance, O deare Ladies, the most piteous disaster, Ferneze was taken last night in the Dutches chamber: alas the Duke catcht him and kild him. Was he found in bed? O no, but the villanous certaintie is, the doore was not bolted, the tonguetied hatch held his peace: so the naked troth is, he was found in his shirt, whilst I like an arrand beast, lay in the outward chamber, heard nothing, and yet they came by mee in the dark, and yet I felt them not, like a sencelesse creature as I was. O beauties, looke to your buske-pointes, if not chastely, yet charily: be sure the doore bee bolted: is your Lord gone to Florences? Yes Maquarelle. I hope youle finde the discretion to purchase a fresh gowne for his returne: Now by my troth beauties I would ha ye once wie: he loues ye, pish: he is wittie; buble: faire proportioned, meaw: nobly borne, winde: let this be still your fixt position, esteeme me euery man according to his good gifts, and so ye shall euer remaine most deare, and most worthie to bee most deare Ladies. Is the Duke returnd from hunting yet? They say not yet. Tis now in midst of day. How beares the Dutches with this blemish now? Faith boldly, strongly defies defame, as one that haz a Duke to her father. And theres a note to you: be sure of a stowt friend in a corner, that may alwaies awe your husband. Marke the hauior of the Duthes now: she dares defame, cries Duke, do what thou canst, Ile quite mine honour: nay, as one confirmed in her owne vertue against ten thousand mouthes that mutter her disgrace, shee's presently for dances. For dances? Most true. Most strange: see, heere's my seruant young Ferrard: how many seruants thinkst thou I haue Maquerelle? The more, the merrier: t'was well said; vse your seruants as you do your smockes, haue many, vse one, and change often, for thats most sweete and courtlike. Saue ye faire Ladies, is the Duke returned? Sweete sir no voice of him as yet in Court. T is very strange. And how like you my seruant Maquorelle? I thinke he could hardely draw Vlisses bow, but by my fidelitie, were his nose narrower, his eyes broader, his hands thinner, his lippes thicker, his legges bigger, his feete lesser, his haire blacker, and his teeth whiter, he were a tollerable sweete youth yfaith. And he will come to my chamber, I will reade him the fortune of his beard. Not yet returnd I feare, but The Dutches approcheth. We will dance, musicke, we will dance.