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 0.79 · 534 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.
Les quanto (Lady) penses bien, passaregis, or Beanch●es brawl. We have forgot the brawl. So soon? 'tis wonder. Why? 'tis but two singles on the left, two on the right, three doubles forward, a traverse of six round: do this twice, three singles side, galliard trick of twenty, coranto pace; a figure of eight, three singles broken down, come up, meet two doubles, fall back, and then honour. O Dedalus! thy maze, I have quite forgot it. Trust me so have I, saving the falling back, and then honour. Music, music. Who saw the Duke? the Duke? Music. The Duke, is the Duke returned? Music. The Duke is either quite invisible, or else is not. We are not pleased with your intrusion upon our private retirement: we are not pleased: you have forgot yourselves. Boy, thy master: where's the Duke? Alas, I left him burying the earth with his spread joyless limbs: he told me, he was heavy, would sleep, bid me walk off, for that the strength of fantasy, oft made him talk in his dreams: I strait obeyed, not ever saw him since: but where so ere he is, he's sad. Music, sound high, as is our heart, sound high. The Duke, peace, the Duke is dead. Music. Is't music? Give proof. How? Where? When? Rest in peace as the Duke does, quietly sit: for my own part I beheld him but dead; that's all: mary here's one can give you a more particular account of him. Speak holy father, nor let any brow within this \presence fright thee from the truth: speak confidently & freely. We attend. Now had the mounting suns al-ripening wings Swept the cold sweat of night from earth's dank breast, When I (whom men call thermite of the Rock,) Forsook my Cell, and clambered up a cliff, Against whose Base, the heady Neptune dashed His high curled brows: there 'twas I eased my limbs, When lo, my entrails melted with the moan Some one, who far 'bove me was climbed, did make: I shall offend. Not. On. Me thinks I hear him yet, O female faith! Go sow the ingrateful sand, and love a woman: And do I like to be the scoff of men? To be the wittal cuckold, even to hug my poison? Thou knowest O truth! Sooner hard steel will melt with Southern wind; A Seaman's whistle calm the Ocean; A town on fire be extinct with tears, Then women vowed to blushless impudence, With sweet behaviour and soft minioning, Will turn from that where appetite is fixed. O powerful blood! how thou dost slave their soul, I washed an Ethiope, who for recompense, Sullied my name. And must I then be forced To walk, to live thus black: must, must, fie, He that can bear with must, he cannot die. With that he sighed too passionately deep, That the Dull air even groaned: at last he cries, Smke shame in seas, sink deep enough: so dies. For than I viewed his body fall and souse Into the foamy main, O then I saw That which me thinks I see; it was the Duke, Whom strait the nicer stomached sea Belched up: but then.
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Position
nodes 941–1001 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 38 in this edition
Length
534 words · 735 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.788 (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)
Les quanto (Ladie) penss bien, passaregis, or Beanches brawle. We haue forgot the brawle. So soone? t'is wonder. Why? t'is but two singles on the left, two on the right, three doubles forward, a trauerse of six round: do this twice, three singles side, galliard tricke of twentie, curranto pace; a figure of eight, three singles broken downe, come vp, meete two doubles, fall backe, and then honour. O Dedalus! thy maze, I haue quite forgot it. Trust me so haue I, sauing the falling backe, and then honour. Musicke, musicke. Who saw the Duke? the Duke? Musicke. The Duke, is the Duke returned? Musicke. The Duke is either quite inuisible, or else is not. Wee are not pleased with yor intrusion vppon our priuate retirement: wee are not pleased: you haue forgot your selues. Boy, thy master: where's the Duke? Alas, I left him burying the earth with his spread ioylesse limbes: he tolde me, he was heauie, would sleepe, bid mee walke off, for that the strength of fantasie, oft made him talke in his dreames: I straight obeied, not euer saw him since: but where so e're he is, hee's sad. Musicke, sound high, as is our heart, sound high. The Duke, peace, the Duke is dead. Musicke. Is't musicke? Giue proofe. How? Where? When? Rest in peace as the Duke duz, quietly sit: for my owne part I beheld him but dead; thats all: mary heere's one can giue you a more particular account of him. Speake holy father, nor let any browe within this \presence fright thee from the truth: speake confidently & freely. We attend. Now had the mounting sunnes al-ripening wings Swept the cold sweat of night from earths danke breast, When I (whom men call ermite of the Rocke,) Forsooke my Cell, and clamberd vp a cliffe, Against whose Base, the headie Neptune dasht His high culde browes: there t'was I easde my limbes, When loe, my entrailes melted with the moane Some one, who farre boue me was climbde, did make: I shall offend. Not. On. Me thinks I heare him yet, O female faith! Go sow the ingratefull sand, and loue a woman: And do I lie to be the skoffe of men? To be the wittall cuckold, euen to hugge my poison? Thou knowest O truth! Sooner hard steel will melt with Southerne winde; A Sea-mans whistle calme the Ocean; A towne on fire be extinct with teares, Then women vow'd to blushlesse impudence, With sweete behauiour and soft minioning, Will turne from that where appetite is fixt. O powerfull blood! how thou doost slaue their soule, I washt an Ethiope, who for recompence, Sullyde my name. And must I then be forc'd To walke, to liue thus blacke: must, must, fie, He that can beare with must, he cannot die. With that he sigh'd too passionately deepe, That the Dull ayre euen groan'd: at last he cries, Smke shame in seas, sinke deepe enough: so dies. For then I viewd his body fall and sowse Into the fomie maine, O then I sw That which me thinks I see; it was the Duke, Whom straight the nicer stomackt sea Belcht vp: but then.