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 0.70 · 490 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.
Duke Altofront, Duke Altofront. Are we surprised? what strange delusions mock Our senses, do I dream? or have I dreamt. This two days space? where am I? Where an arch-vilaine is. O lend me breath, till I am fit to die. For peace with heaven, for your own soul's sake, Vouchsafe me life. Ignoble villain, whom neither heaven nor hell, goodness of God or man, could once make good. Base treacherous wretch, what grace canst thou expect That 〈◊〉 grown impudent in gracelesness. O life! Slave, take thy life. wert thou defenced through blood and wounds, the sternest horror of a civil fight Would I achieve thee: but prostrate at my feet Iscorne to hurt thee: itis the heart of slaves That deigns to triumph over peasant's graves. For such thou art, since birth doth near enrol A man 'mong monarch, but a glorious soul. O I have seen strange accidents of state, The flatterer like the ivy clip the Oak, And waste it to the heart: lust so confirmed That the black act of sin itself not shamed To be termed Courtship. O they that are as great as be their sins, Let them remember that th'inconstant people, Love many men merely for their faces, And outward shows: and they do covet more To have a sight of these then of their virtues, Yet thus much let the great ones still conceal, When they observe not Heavens imposed conditions, They are no men, but forfeit their commissions. O good my Lord, I have lived in the Court this twenty year, they that have been old Courtiers and come to live in the City, they are spited at and thrust to the walls like Apricocks, good my Lord. My Lord, I did know your Lordship in this disguise, you heard me ever say if Altofront did return I would stand for him: beside 'twas your Lordship's pleasure to call me Wittol and Cuckold; you must not think but that I knew you I would have put it up so patiently. You o'erjoyed spirits wipe your long wet eyes, * Hence with this man: an Eagle takes not flies. You to your vows: And thou unto the suburbs. You to my worst friend I would hardly give: Thou art a perfect old knave, all pleased live. You two unto my breast: thou to my heart. The rest of idle actors idly part, And as for me I here assume my right, To which I hope all's pleased: to all goodnight. TO wrest each hurtless thought to private sense, Is the soul use of ill bred Impudence: immodest censure now grows wild, all overrunning. Let Innocence be near so chaste, Yet at the last She is defiled. With too nice-brained cunning. O you of fairer soul control With an Herculean arm this harm: And once teach all old freedom of a pen, Which still must write of fools, whilst writes of men.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1503–1558 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 38 of 38 in this edition
Length
490 words · 648 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.696 (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)
Duke Altofront, Duke Altofront. Are we surprizde? what strange delusions moke Our sences, do I dreame? or haue I dreamt. This two dayes space? where am I? Where an arch-vilaine is. O lend me breath, till I am fit to die. For peace with heauen, for your owne soules sake, Vouchsafe me life. Ignoble villaine, whom neither heauen nor hell, goodnesse of God or man, could once make good. Base treacherous wretch, what grace canst thou expect That growne impudent in gracelsnesse. O life! Slaue, take thy life. wert thou defenced through blood and woundes, the sternest horror of a ciuell fight Would I atcheeue thee: but prostrat at my feete Iscorne to hurt thee: itis the heart of slaues That daines to triumph ouer peasants graues. For such thou art, since birth doth neere inrole A man mong monarkes, but a glorious soule. O I haue seene strange accidents of state, The flatterer like the Iuy clip the Oke, And wast it to the hart: lust so confirm'd That the black act of sinne it selfe not shamd To be termde Courtship. O they that are as great as be their sinnes, Let them remember that th'inconstant people, Loue many men meerely for their faces, And outward shewes: and they do couet more To haue a sight of these then of their vertues, Yet thus much let the great ones still conceale, When they obserue not Heauens imposd conditions, They are no men, but forfeit their commissions. O good my Lord, I have liued in the Court this twenty yeare, they that haue beene olde Courtiers and come to liue in the Cittie, they are spighted at and thrust to the wals like Apricokes, good my Lord. My Lord, I did know your Lordship in this disguise, you heard me euer say if Altofront did returne I would stand for him: besides twas your Lordships pleasure to call me Wittol and Cuckold; you must not thinke but that I knew you I would haue put it vp so patiently. § You ore-ioy'd spirits wipe your long wet eyes, Hence with this man: an Eagle takes not flies. You to your vowes: And thou vnto the suburbs. You to my worst frend I would hardly giue: Thou art a perfect olde knaue, all pleased liue. You two vnto my breast: thou to my hart. The rest of idle actors idly part, And as for me I here asume my right, To which I hope all's pleasd: to all goodnight. TO wreast each hurtlesse thought to priuate sence, Is the soule vse of ill bred Impudence: Immdest censure now growes wilde, all ouer-running. Let Innocence be nere so chast, Yet at the last She is defild. With too nice-brained cunning. O you of fairer soule controule With an Herculean arme this harme: And once teach all olde freedome of a pen, Which still must write of fooles, whilst writes of men.