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 · 488 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.
By the Lord thou art a profound lad. By the Lord thou art a perfect knave. out ye ancient damnation. Peace, peace, and thou wilt not be a friend to me as I am a knave, be not a knave to me as I am thy friend and disclose me, peace Cornets. On on, leave us leave us: stay, where is the Hermit? With Duke Pietro, with Duke Pietro. Is he dead? is he poisoned? Dead as the Duke is, Good, excellent: he will not blab, secureness lives in secrecy, come hither, come hither. Thou hast a certain strong villainous sent about thee, my nature cannot endure. Sent man? what returns Maria? what answer to our suit? Cold frosty, she is obstinate, Then she's but dead, 'tis resolute, she dies, Black deed only through black deed, safely fles. Pew, per scelera semper sceleribus tutum est iter. What art a scholar? art a politician? sure thou art an errand knave. Who I? I have been twice an under sheriff, man. Hast been with Maria. As your scrivener to your usurer I have dealt about taking of this commodity, but she's could-frosty. well I will go rail upon some great man, that I may purchase the bastinado, or else go marry some rich Genoan lady and instantly go travail. Travail when thou art married. I 'tis your young Lords fashion to do so, though he was so lafy being a bachelor, that he would never travail so far as the University yet when he married her tales of, and Catsoe for Ingland. And why for Ingland. Because there is no Prothelhouses there. Nor Courtesans. Nether; your whore went down with the stews and your punk came up with your Puritan. Canst thou empoison? canst thou empoison? Excellently, no Iew, Apothecary, or Politian better▪ look ye, her's a box, whom wouldst thou empoison? her's a box which opened, & the fume taken up in condites, thorough which the brain purges itself, doth instantly for 12. hours space, bind up all show of life in a deep cesles sleep: here's another which being opened under the sleeper's nose, chokes all the power of life, kills him suddenly. I'll try experiments, 'tis good not to be deceived: so, so, Catzo. Who would fear that may destroy, death hath no teeth, or tongue, And he that's great, to him are slaves Shame, Murder, fame and wrong. My honoured Lord. The good Malevole, that plain-tongued man, alas, is dead on sudden wondrous strangely, he held in our esteem good place. Celso see him buried, see him buried. I shall observe ye. And Celso, prithee let it be thy care to night To have some pretty show, to solemnize Our high instalement, some music, maskery: we'll give fair entertain unto Maria The Duchess to the banished Altofront: Thou shalt conduct her from the Citadel Unto the Palace, think on some Maskery, Of what shape, sweet Lord?
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Position
nodes 1324–1365 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 34 of 38 in this edition
Length
488 words · 702 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.790 (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)
By the Lord thou art a profound ladd. By the Lord thou art a perfect knaue. out yee antient damnatiō. Peace, peace, and thou wilt not be a freinde to me as I am a knaue, be not a knaue to me as I am thy friend and disclose me, peace Cornets. On on, leaue vs leaue vs: stay, wher is the Hermet? With Duke Pietro, with Duke Pietro. Is he dead? is he poysoned? Dead as the Duke is, Good, excellent: he will not blabbe, securenes liues in secresie, come hether, come hether. Thou hast a certaine strong villanous sent about thee, my nature cannot indure. Sent man? what returnes Maria? what answere to our sute? Cold frostie, she is obstinate, Then shees but dead, tis resolute, she dies, Blacke deede onely through blacke deede, safely fles. Pew, per scelera semper sceleribus tutum est iter. What art a scholler? art a polititian? sure thou art an arrand knaue. Who I? I haue bene twice an vnder sherife, man. Hast bin with Maria. As your scriuener to your vsurer I haue delt about taking of this commoditie, but shes could-frosty. well I will go raile vpon some great man, that I may purchase the bastinado, or else go marry some rich Genoan lady and instantly go trauaile. Trauaile when thou art married. I tis your yong Lords fashion to do so, though he was so lafy being a batcheller, that he would neuer trauaile so farr as the Vniuersity yet when he married her tales of, and Catsoe for Ingland. And why for Ingland. Because there is no Prothelhouses there. Nor Curtisans. Neather; your whore went downe with the stewes and your punke came vp with your Puritan. Canst thou impoyson? canst thou impoyson? Excellently, no lew, Potecary, or Politian better▪ looke ye, her's a box, whō wouldst thou impoison? her's a box which opened, & the fume taken vp in condites, thorow which the braine purges it self, doth instantly for 12. houres space, bind vp all shew of lie in a deep cesles sleep: heres another which being opened vnder the sleepers nose, choaks al the power of life, kils him sodainely. Ile try experiments, tis good not to be deceiued: so, so, Catzo. Who would feare that may destroy, death hath no teeth, or tong, And he thats great, to him are slaues Shame, Murder, fame and wrong. My honored Lord. The good Maleuole, that plain-tongued man, alas, is dead on sodaine wondrous strangely, he held in our esteeme good place. Celso see him buried, see him buried. I shall obserue yee. And Celso, prethee let it be thy care to night To haue some prety shew, to solemnize Our high instalement, some musike, maskery: Weele giue faire entertaine vnto Maria The Duches to the banisht Altofront: Thou shalt conduct her from the Citadell Vnto the Pallace, thinke on some Maskery, Of what shape, weete Lord?